Love Rewritten: Chasing Her Back

♛ Aurora:People usually talk about marriages that fail because the love was never there, but no one talks about the pain of losing the love that was once there. “I have something important to tell you.” A frown curved up my brows as I read the text. “Don't wait up. Busy with work. Eat without me.” I could feel my heart crash in my chest the longer I read the second message he had sent. No one tells you about the heartbreak of watching a once-loving man drift away. And no one tells you how it feels to watch love wither away because of being neglected. When your husband’s affection turns to indifference. Or where a man who once loved you simply stops trying. Breakfasts on the table aren’t as warm as they used to be. Lunch is skipped ‘cause he got busy with work. While dinner is just me alone with the cutleries in my trembling hands as I stare at the door, waiting for him to show up, only to get a text an hour later that he wouldn’t be able to make it. The good morning k

Aurora: I pressed a palm to my head and briefly shut my eyes as Trish led me into the loud club room, the loud beat of the music vibrating through the air. People were everywhere. By the wall kissing, by the dance floor, grinding on each other, or getting soaked with a bottle. I felt dizzy from the noise; my head was pounding sharply as Trish led me in. I should have known this wouldn't be a good idea. “You okay? she shouted, trying to keep her voice heard over the music. She spared me a side glance, and a small smile curved her lips. I gave her a small nod, but only half meant it; I wasn't okay. Not at all. My gaze scanned the club, and I suddenly wished I was back in the safety of the bed. Her fingers tightened around mine as she walked over to the bar; my gaze flicked over to the bartender, who was a young man. “Two drinks!” Trish shouted; her voice was barely audible over the loud music playing. He nodded, turned around, and set two glasses on the counter b

♛ Aurora: I looked up from the neatly knotted neck tie, and my eyes trailed over the firm jaw, the clean suit, before sliding up to the pair of dark brown eyes staring at me. It was the deepest and darkest shade of brown eyes I'd ever seen. I opened my lips to say something but couldn't find the right words. Instead, I slowly muttered, “Thank you.” He didn't say anything. Instead, he set me back on my feet carefully. He glanced over his shoulder and cursed silently as a camera was thrown from somewhere within the riot and hit his back. I tried to push myself away from him. It seemed he realized his grip on my waist; he slid his hand from my waist to my wrist and muttered, “Sorry. Let's get you out of here.” My eyes trailed over to Edward. “You go in first,” he yelled amidst the fight and ruckus happening. I didn't get the chance to say anything because, in the next few minutes, the man I had no idea who he was pulled me out of there, and we somehow found our way out of

♛ Aurora: “So, when's the meeting supposed to be held?” I looked up from my laptop and asked Bonnie, who was standing across the office table. She looked down at her tab, fixed her glasses on the bridge of her nose with a finger, then returned her gaze to me. “On the 14th, next Friday,” she muttered, pushing back a strand of her curly hair that had fallen on her face. Her warm black eyes stared down at me. She was a petite young lady, around 5’5 in height. I stared at her, wondering exactly what made Mia have doubts about her. Bonnie was respectful and diligent in her work—exactly what I needed—so I couldn't just dismiss her because of Mia’s doubts. I nodded in understanding before turning my attention back to the screen of my laptop. It had been three days since the charity event, and the call-up meeting, where the major investors would meet to discuss the huge charity project, was set to take place in exactly four days. Being the major consultant on the project, I had to b

♛ Aurora: I remain tight lipped, not knowing what to say. I could only clench my pen tightly in anger, and brush my sweaty palms on my skirt, cause I couldn't do anything. And I didn't want this, but then I didn't really have any other choice. Mr. Lancaster shifted in his seat, he didn't seem to know what to say either. The same way other investors were quiet. They were all looking at me, perhaps wondering what exactly could be my hesitation in accepting. In plain sight, there was no issue in what he proposed. It was easy, I could just accept and go through him as long as other investors had no issue with it. But considering I didn't want to have anything to do with him, there was an issue. Big one. I could clearly tell that Adrian knew what he was doing. And that burned me deep, infuriating me. Lancaster spared me a glance, he hesitated, but then lowered down a little, gesturing my assistant closer to mutter something into her ear. Bonnie walked back to me, and lowered