INICIAR SESIÓNI'm sorry if some details aren't medically accurate; I took a few creative liberties to add some interest since this is fiction. Thank you for your understanding, and I hope you enjoy the next chapter!
Nicola Taylor I sat in the car, gripping the steering wheel tightly, staring at the entrance of Cole’s office building. I felt utterly defeated. Six years ago, my life had crumbled in his absence. And now, here I was again, stuck in an endless loop, except this time, I wasn’t competing with the
Cole Harrington I watched Nicola walk off, her retreating figure stirring something uneasy in my chest. The weight of the day’s events pressed down on me like a storm cloud refusing to dissipate. I felt suffocated, torn between what was happening and what I was inadvertently doing to the woman I c
Nicola Taylor The weight of her words hit like a tidal wave. I felt my chest tighten as I realized what she’d sacrificed, and I could see the shift in Cole’s expression. The anger in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something closer to heartbreak. “And you just… agreed to that?” he asked, his voice b
“Because I knew you wouldn’t let me go,” she said simply. “You would’ve fought him, and he would’ve come after you too. After Arabella. I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t let him hurt you the way he wanted to hurt me.” The three of us stood in silence, the weight of Courtney’s confession hanging heavy
Nicola Taylor Arabella went back inside, her small figure disappearing into the house with a frustrated sigh. The heavy front door creaked as it closed, leaving just the three of us standing in the cool morning air. Silence settled over the driveway, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves i
Nicola Taylor The night was a restless blur. Aaron’s small, trembling body pressed against mine as he cried himself to sleep, his tears soaking through my shirt. I stayed with him, stroking his hair and whispering soft reassurances until his breathing evened out. Even then, I couldn’t bring myself
Nicola Taylor I won't lie—I was in a better place mentally than I had been during my last confrontation with Cole. For now, things had been sailing smoothly. I took Arabella to work, we came back home, I did my work, hung out in my room, ate my food, interacted with Cole and Bella, and we played ga
Nicola Taylor I put Bella to sleep, realizing that the conversation between Cole and Mrs. Kinsley was going to take quite some time. I wondered if I had made a mistake marrying Cole so easily and if my life would have been better if I had stayed alone. I thought back to the time when I had dreams—
I knocked on the door and Cole's voice called out, “Come in.” I opened the door and stepped inside, finding him engrossed in paperwork. He looked up, surprised to see me. “Nicola, everything okay?” It’s not like we hadn’t talked to each other but to be honest, all of our conversations have been ce
Cole Harrington Sitting in my office, I watched the amber liquid swirl in my glass, the ice clinking softly as I contemplated the conversation ahead. Thanks to Nicola, I sometimes got to hang out a little later after work, and tonight, I decided to have a drink with my brother Lucas and Harvey. Aft







