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CHAPTER SIX
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HIS PAST: HIS BRIDE CHAPTER FIFTY ONE
I try booking a flight on my way to the airport, fingers trembling so badly I mistype my own name twice, the screen keeps refreshing, loading, What do you mean no available flights until 12:00 a.m?Midnight.It might as well be next year.“No,” I whisper to myself, shaking my head as though the phone can see me. “No, no, no, oh hell freaky no way…”I am not giving up like that, I refuse to even if I have to go down on my knees in the middle of the airport floor, I will, or I have to cause a scene so loud they escort me out in shame, I will. I am leaving Texas today, heaven help me.By the time the taxi pulls up in front of the airport, my mind is a crowded, suffocating place, thoughts crash into each other, I pay the driver absentmindedly and step out, the air feeling too thin to breathe.How can life be going smoothly one moment and then, the next, everything comes crashing down?Just a few hours ago, I was convincing myself that maybe I deserve a break, that maybe I can stop hover
HIS PAST: HIS BRIDE CHAPTER FIFTY
After dropping the call with Tabitha, I stand in the middle of the hallway for a few seconds longer than necessary, phone still pressed to my ear even though the line has long gone dead, the silence feels loud, like it is pressing against my chest.I slowly lower the phone and walk back to my hotel room in a daze, I cannot believe this is what my life has turned into.The keycard slips twice before I finally manage to get it into the slot, my hands are shaking and I don’t even know when that started, the door clicks open and I step inside, shutting it behind me with a soft thud.While I suffer and hustle to cater for our kids, our kids, even though he doesn’t know they exist, he is here, in the same city, falling back in love with an ex who tore us apart, having family bonding time like nothing ever happened.Like I never happened.A bitter laugh escapes me.I don’t know what I did to deserve this, I don’t know which crime I committed before I was born that life keeps collecting payme
HIS PAST: HIS BRIDE CHAPTER FORTY NINE
The meeting starts at exactly 9 a.m., sharp but by the time I glance at the clock again, it is already 2:30 p.m.Five and a half hours.It runs straight through without mercy, although snacks are available the entire time, mini sandwiches, pastries, coffee, bottled water, people quietly excuse themselves occasionally to relieve themselves or take short calls, but the discussion never truly pauses, the energy in the room remains intense, focused,All through the first session, Mr. CEO is nowhere to be found and I really hope to keep it that way, I know it is childish and I know it is unrealistic, but a part of me silently prays that something else delays him, likesomething urgent, something unavoidable just anything that stops him from coming for the remaining half.Which I know is just delusional thinking but I would rather hope than live in fear of the unknown.The fact that I left my hotel room this morning resolved to face my fears once and for all, only to learn he would not be ar
HIS PAST: HIS BRIDE CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT
We land in Texas just before noon, and the dry heat hits my skin the moment we step out of the airport. It feels different from home, lighter somehow, yet heavier with possibilities, Tabitha walks ahead of me like she owns the place, sunglasses perched on her nose, her steps confident and unbothered. Meanwhile, I am dragging my carry-on, trying not to look like someone who is obviously overwhelmed.We book a taxi to our hotel, and the entire ride there, I keep stealing glances at her, wondering why she has been so suspiciously calm since we boarded the flight. She scrolls through her phone, occasionally replying to emails, occasionally smiling at something I am not privy to.The car finally pulls to a stop.I step out first.And then I freeze.I am currently standing outside the building with my mouth wide open, my brain struggling to process what my eyes are seeing. The hotel rises into the sky like something out of a luxury magazine, glass panels reflecting sunlight, gold trimmings
HIS PAST: HIS BRIDE CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN
I don’t know how the week runs out and next week is already here.One minute I am trying to survive Monday, and the next I am staring at Thursday like it snuck up on me, the days blur into one long stretch of emails, files, signatures, and pretending I am not constantly overthunking the possible outcome of running into Derek Addams, my ex husband or even his bitch baby mama or even Victor, my ex boyfriend, I really wanted to leave that life behind and move on but..I check my phone. Lunch break starts in ten minutes.Ten minutes before I can stand up from my confined cubicle space and breathe air that doesn’t smell like printer ink and recycled office tension. I am already excited because lunch break means I get to take a stroll to clear my head and I get to pretend that tomorrow does not exist.Because tomorrow is the trip.And I have prayed to all the gods on earth that it doesn’t happen.Every single one.The God my mother raised me to believe in, the random deities I barely know
HIS PAST: HIS BRIDE CHAPTER FORTY SIX
This would be my first team meeting, and we all gather inside the conference room while we wait for Tabitha to come in. The air smells faintly of polish and coffee, and the long mahogany table stretches across the room like a silent judge. Everyone is seated according to hierarchy, and I am at the far end, near the glass wall that overlooks the city, clutching my pen and notepad like they are life preservers. Three weeks. I have been here barely three weeks, and somehow every day feels like a dream to me The door opens and the low murmurs die instantly. Tabitha steps in, heels clicking with measured authority. Her presence alone shifts the temperature in the room. Everyone straightens unconsciously. “Good morning,” she says, taking her seat at the head of the table. “Good morning, ma,” we chorus. The meeting starts immediately. No small talk, nor wasted seconds, reports are dropped in front of her one after the other, production figures, shipment updates, contract renewals, she
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