로그인The rain poured down hard.It wasn’t like a movie where everything looks silver and romantic under the streetlights. This was a very brutal and messy Chicago storm. I drove my expensive car through the dark city streets, gripping the steering wheel. On the seat next to me, my phone wouldn't stop buzzing. My business partners were calling furiously. The "Hemilighton" meeting, which was one of the biggest deals of my career, was just starting without me, but I didn't care about the millions of dollars now.I'm crazy right? I know, but even I myself can't handle my feelings now.All I could see was Nichole’s face. I remembered how she looked at me in the hotel, broken and embarrassed because of Mira’s cruel words. Mira had treated her like trash, and I had stood there and let it happen. I felt like a monster now.A few blocks away, I found her.She was standing under a small, rusted roof outside an old bookstore. She looked so small, clutching her damp messenger bag against her chest
(Xavier’s POV)I watched Nichole leave immediately after we met. She had asked about Mira touching me, not because she wanted to be difficult, but because she was hurting. And I had let it happen.I stood on those steps for a long minute, genuinely pissed off with the whole stuff. I needed to go after her, but I couldn't leave things messy at the hotel. If I didn't end this with Mira now, she would keep showing up like a ghost, ruining every little moment I've tried to build.I turned around and walked back into the hotel. My footsteps were heavy. I wasn't just angry; I was done.When I reached the restaurant, I expected to see Mira sitting alone, perhaps looking smug or waiting to scold me for leaving. Instead, she wasn't alone.A man was sitting in my chair. He was younger, dressed in a neat grey suit, leaning in close to her. Mira was laughing, her hand resting on his forearm the same way it had rested on mine just minutes ago.The sight didn't make me jealous. It just made me si
(Xavier's POV)I didn't choose this dinner.Mira had called three times that afternoon. I ignored the first two and the third time I picked up because Marcus was looking at me the way he did when he thought I was making a mistake by not dealing with something."One dinner," she had said. "That's all I'm asking. You owe me that much." She said.I didn't owe her anything but the alternative of not going was an ongoing situation I didn't have the energy to manage from a distance. I've had enough problems already.So I said yes.Just one dinner and within one hour, I will be done. I assured myself.:I arrived at the hotel at 7:30am. The restaurant was on the fourth floor, quiet and expensive and exactly the kind of place Mira chose when she wanted to remind you of what you were. It was floor-to-ceiling windows with candlelights, a room full of people who had class.I was three steps inside when I felt her hand on my arm. She had been waiting for me near the entrance.She looked beautifu
The door clicked open.Xavier stepped inside, loosening his tie, his mind was still with Nichole.Then, suddenly, he noticed somebody was in his living room.She was sitting straight-backed on his sofa, backing him.He wasn't expecting anyone to be in his apartment this time.“Good evening, Xavier.” she said.“Mother?”Xavier shut the door slowly behind him as he stood shocked.“Mother.”She stood, smoothing her dress, scanning him from head to toe suspiciously.“Where have you been?”Xavier doesn't answer immediately as he keeps staring at her wondering how his mother can't get her claws off his back at any slightest privacy.“I’ve been handling something important.”She stared at him cautiously again“Important?” she replied. “More important than your responsibilities?”Xavier exhaled quietly, already aware of where this was going.“I’m handling my responsibilities, Mother.”She let out a soft, humorless laugh. “No Xavier, you’re avoiding them.”He placed his hands tiredly on his wa
(POV: Xavier)The doctor came in at 9:15am with a clipboard and a smile and said the words I had been waiting for two days to hear."She's ready to go home."Nichole looked up from the bed.She heaved a sigh relief first, when good news arrives and realises she don't actually have a home to go to.She had nowhere to go.She has been chased out of her ex- husband's house and connected to a life that had just been turned completely upside down. Going back there meant going back to four walls that held none of the answers she was looking for and all of the silence she had been trying to outrun.I had thought about that three days ago and had already done something about it.She dressed with the help of the nurse Xavier's team had arranged. I waited beside them with my hands in my pockets and my back against the wall and I told myself, for the fourth time that morning, that what I had done was reasonable.It had nothing to do with the fact that the thought of her going back to that marri
(Mira’s POV)I don't chase people.I never have. Not once in my life.I want to be very clear that I was not running away. I was simply done wasting my time on a conversation that had already told me everything I needed to know.Xavier's silence had been loud enough. I heard every word of it.My apartment was calm when I got home.I dropped my bag, didn't bother with the lights, and sat at my desk for a full ten minutes without moving.I was not falling apart but rather taking something painful and rearranging it into something I could actually use.Because that is what I do.That is what I have always done.I had driven to that hospital this morning because my instincts told me to do so. I had noticed Xavier's character lately. Though I told myself I was being paranoid and above insecurity. But I went this morning and what I found was worse than anything I had imagined and he made it clear to me.He looked at me with those expressions that he knew exactly what he was doing and exact







