LOGINNicola 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 carefully packed the delicious donuts I made in class today, deliberately choosing a Moana theme to delight Arabella. The donuts were vibrant, decorated with little edible characters and tropical colours, and I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she saw them. As I was f
Nicola Taylor I wore my sunkissed yellow dress, hugging my body with light makeup, looking the best I ever had. The soft fabric clung to my curves, making me feel both confident and alluring. I took a final glance in the bathroom mirror, ensuring everything was perfect before stepping out. As I ex
Nicola Taylor A couple of weeks passed, each day bringing a renewed sense of clarity and purpose. The day I had been eagerly awaiting finally arrived, and Cole had kept his promise to support me as I prepared to embark on this exciting new chapter. As we drove to the hotel management institute, a
Nicola Taylor Cole had just received a call from his parents, informing him that Arabella was too upset and not eating. Our priority swiftly shifted from the conference to Arabella's well-being. It was clear that we needed to leave early—no amount of trying to get a thirty-two-year-old man to reali







