LOGINLauren’s P.O.V. (Continued)I smiled and resumed eating.He ate slowly and kept on glancing at me.I hated being stared at while eating, but I didn’t pay attention to him and enjoyed my food.“You surely know how to enjoy a simple salad,” he mumbled, but I just smiled.“I remembered you love eating mac and cheese during odd hours, especially during the early hours of the morning.” I paused for a second and then started eating again.“I still like mac-n-cheese,” I mumbled and he chuckled.“So?” I mumbled after finishing eating the content of my mouth and looked at him.“What will happen next?” I asked him, and he knitted his brows in confusion.“I am sure that you aren’t thinking about marrying Celia, are you?” I explained and his brows straightened instantly.“I never thought about marrying her,” he replied and I scoffed.“I know what I said to you that night, Lauren, and I regretted it.” He said further, but I just moved my gaze back on my plate.For some reason, I suddenly felt hun
Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued)“I am what I am because of you, and I want my treatment plan, the drawbacks, major setbacks, and everything that happened during my treatment be used to treat other people with severe nerve damage. I….” he paused and took a deep breath.“I don’t want to give any false hope to those people, just like the motto of current research. I only want to convey a message to them that ….. don’t give up if someone is trying to find hope of your recovery.” He paused again when his voice trembled slightly.He looked away instantly, but I noticed the corners of his eyes reddened.In the beginning, I couldn’t do a thing because Gabriel has lost all his hope.His depression was so severe.I remembered how many things I did to make him believe that he could still turn his fate over.For the next several seconds, none of us spoke.I gave him the time to recover and looked back at the file again.The data of his treatment and recovery can be useful as most of the patients invo
Lauren’s P.O.V.“So, what do you want to say?” I asked Gabriel, putting the water glass on the table.“What’s the rush, my love? Let’s order first,” he replied nonchalantly.I scowled darkly and scolded him.“Don’t call me that. We are not related.”“You are wrong. I am still your ex-husband.” His tone was still teasing, but it only made me feel angry.“You are impossible,” I muttered, and he grinned while taking the menu from the waiter standing beside the table.“I am still your ex-husband.” He muttered, and I glared at him.The server coughed, surely trying to hold back his laughter.I took the menu, too, and placed my order calmly.The servant didn’t do anything wrong.So, I kept my tone calm.After placing our orders, we gave the menu back to the servant and I looked at Gabriel flatly.“Now, tell me why you asked for this lunch meeting?” I asked him flatly.He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.He picked up his bag from the next chair and put it in front of him on the table.I
Vincent’s P.O.V. (Continued)I adjusted my position on the couch, holding her firmly by the waist.She wrapped her hands around my neck, pressing her front body against my chest.“Have you eaten?” I asked softly, wrapping my hands around her waist.“I told you that I am waiting for you,” she replied, moving her face near me.“Evelyn left?” I asked her and she nodded slowly, moving her face towards my right ear.“Then let’s have dinner first,” I said, but she pressed her body more when I tried to move.“Later,” she whispered, but didn’t move her face any more.Her eyes turned more seductive than they were already.“Why?” I asked her softly.Lauren wasn’t wild type when it comes to intimacy, but she never hesitated in taking the initiative.“Because I want to spend some time with you,” she whispered; a bit of huskiness in her voice was evident.“And I am not going anywhere, love,” I answered and kissed the side of her face.She pressed her lips over my ear.I breathed out shakily; my gr
Vincent’s P.O.V.“Still awake?” I asked Lauren softly, sitting beside her on the couch.She was lying on the couch, half awake.“You are late,” she replied groggily.I smiled and leaned down.I kissed her forehead and moved the hair from her face before moving slightly up.She stirred a little and looked at me through half-sleepy eyes.“Traffic was as usually heavy.” I replied and moved my weight on my elbow now resting at the edge of the cushion beside her head.“I thought you would be asleep by now,” I murmured, still stroking her hair.She leaned her head on my palm.“I was waiting for you.” She mumbled, closing her eyes.My smile widened.“You should have gone to bed, love. You are still on medication,” I said to her in a concerned tone.“And miss seeing my husband?” she asked, sounding a bit annoyed, but sleepier.I chuckled and brushed my thumb over her cheek.“You could have seen me at any time at night,” I remarked, and kissed the bridge of her nose.“You mean to say when I sl
Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued)“Sometimes, I feel like I should be doing more to make him happy, especially after everything he's done for me,” I continued, gently rubbing the moisturizer into my skin.“But Vincent never makes me feel that way. He doesn't demand anything from me, and he doesn't make me feel guilty when I'm not ready for something.”I paused, remembering the countless times he had held me through the nights when my memories became too overwhelming or simply stayed beside me when I couldn't find the words to explain what was going on inside my head.“He's always been understanding. Even when I struggle to explain what I'm feeling, he somehow knows when I need him to give me space and when I need him to hold me.”“That's because he loves you,” Joyce said quietly.“I know.” The warmth in my chest spread all over my body.A soft smile appeared on my face.“He waited seven years to marry me, watched me marry someone else, and took care of that person like a caregiver. He was s
Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued)“What the f**k? Are you trying to kill me by popping out of nowhere in front of me?” I yelled at Gabriel Westfield, my now ex-husband.My hold on my suitcase was so tight that I almost dug my nails inside my palm in fear.“What are you wearing?” he asked me in a shocked
Lauren’s P.O.V.I looked at the stack of cold white papers on which black letters were mocking at me. Three years of endurance, hardship, and commitment brought what….A Divorce Agreement…..I am just a normal human.When I signed up for this assignment, I knew what could come my way in the future,
Gabriel’s P.O.V.I thought that admitting my mistake of misunderstanding Lauren would ease my guilt of asking for a divorce, but it only made me feel worse.I painted her as a gold digger in my heart before asking for a divorce, but what I learned in the past two days made me feel worse than I felt
Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued)“Joyce.” I called her in a soft and hoarse voice, as I was still feeling some pain in my throat, to stop her from lashing out.I looked at Gabriel as if I were looking at a stranger, not someone with whom I spent three years of my life.When he was in the wheelchair, I w







