Although confused, I followed Jac without hesitation. After all, I trusted him more than anyone. I knew he would never put me in harm’s way. He pushed open the rusty metal door, and I braced myself to step into what I assumed would be a small, cluttered office. But to my surprise, an elevator greeted us instead. The doors slid open moments later, revealing a pristine, modern living room—a stark contrast to the rundown exterior of the building. I frowned, my eyes scanning the sophisticated interior. What the hell is going on? Why is Attorney Larson set up like this? "Jac..." A deep voice interrupted my thoughts, drawing my attention to an older man, likely in his late fifties, walking toward us with a welcoming smile. "Atty.," Jac greeted, shaking the man’s hand with familiarity. The man turned to me, his gaze warm yet observant. "This must be Nelson," he said, giving my shoulder a firm squeeze before his eyes drifted toward a framed photograph sitting on a wooden console
I couldn’t stop smiling as I walked toward the gate. Not only did I look like a fool grinning to myself, but I also felt like I was floating. My heart felt so light as if I were walking on air. The heavyweight I had been carrying inside me for so long had vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of joy.Before stepping out of the gate, I turned back to look at Dorry, who was still standing on the balcony. She looked just as dazed as I felt."See you later, my love? Wait for me, okay?"My words came with a wave and a smile, and I couldn’t help but place a hand over my chest. It felt like something was tickling inside me. She smiled—something she hadn’t done even once since we saw each other again. I let out a deep breath, over and over. My happiness was overflowing. I couldn’t explain it—I just felt so incredibly happy.After all the fights, the arguments, and the resentment between me and Dorry, there was now a chance for us to make things right. She might not have fully forgiven m
I wasn’t sure if I had heard Dorry correctly. Her words were barely clear between her sobs. I was also afraid to ask—afraid she might take it the wrong way. Instead of making peace, we might end up fighting again. So, I chose to stay quiet and just let her speak."I came back, Nelson. I came back for you!"I covered my mouth in shock. I heard her right. She really did come back. But now that I knew, I didn’t know what to do with it. I didn’t know what to say. My emotions were all over the place—confused, overwhelmed—but above all, I felt an undeniable surge of happiness."You… came back? You came looking for me?" A smile broke across my face. "Does that mean you missed me? That you love me too, Dorry?"I gently wiped the tears that kept falling from her eyes, waiting for her answer."Nelson, that doesn’t matter anymore. None of it matters after everything that happened—""What do you mean it doesn’t matter, Dorry? It matters to me. It matters to me that you came back because you love
(Nelson)I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as I watched Dorry sleep soundly beside me. My hand had been gently caressing her cheek for a while now, and my lips had pressed against her soft skin more times than I could count.I wasn’t sure if she was pretending to be asleep or if she was just truly exhausted.After the unforgettable night we shared, and after cursing at me more times than I could count, Dorry had pretended to sleep. No matter how much I coaxed her, kissed her, or tried to wake her, she refused to react.Which—I understood.She was too embarrassed to face me, too ashamed to talk to me because she had failed to hold on to her anger. The same anger that had melted away the moment I touched her, and kissed her.Until, eventually, she really did fall asleep.So, I carried her here to the bedroom.Had I known that getting drunk would have led to something this good, I would have done it a long time ago. Maybe then, we wouldn’t have spent so much time fighting.This morni
((Dorry))I nearly dropped the wine glass I was holding when a loud honk echoed from outside the house.At first, I ignored it. But when the honking continued—one after another, disturbing the entire neighborhood—I had no choice but to go outside.“Ms. Dorry, Sir Nelson is in a taxi. Looks like he’s drunk,” the guard greeted me, his gaze fixed on me without blinking.Maybe he was surprised by how I looked. They had never seen me like this—flushed from drinking too much. And now, here comes Nelson, drunk as well.“Should I open the gate, Ms. Dorry, or not?” he asked hesitantly, scratching his head.“Open it,” I said firmly.I had given them strict orders earlier not to let Nelson in. But since he was drunk, even if I didn’t want to see him right now, I had no choice. No matter how much I despised him, I didn’t want anything bad to happen to him out there.Sometimes, I don’t even understand myself. My determination to make Nelson suffer is still there, my focus remains unchanged, yet my
"Sir Nelson,” Jac said calmly, signaling the barista before sitting beside me.“Why did you leave your group?” I asked drowsily, picking up the shot glass and downing the kamikaze in one gulp.“Because Sir Diego asked me to keep an eye on you, sir. He’s afraid you might drink the whole bar dry.”I chuckled. “Diego’s really something, isn’t he? Still as thoughtful as ever. No matter how much I tried to convince him to stay and drink with me, he wouldn’t budge. Said he didn’t want to upset his wife. Good for them. They still love each other so much.” I let out a deep sigh. “I envy them.”“By the way, sir, I apologize for not telling you that the person I contacted to watch over Ms. Dorry was Sir Diego. I wanted it to be a surprise.”I smiled again. I’d been smiling a lot, but behind each one was a sadness that felt like it was eating me alive.“The way you’re apologizing, it’s like you committed some grave offense. What you did was actually great—I have someone to share my burdens with