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Reclaiming Her Love Good luck, Sylvia. You’ll need it
Sylvia My desk looked like a war zone.Stacks of patient files, invoices, and renovation blueprints leaned precariously against my half-empty coffee mug, which had gone cold an hour ago. One wrong nudge and the entire arrangement would collapse in an avalanche of paper and ceramic shards. The scent of the coffee had long since turned bitter, mingling with the faint trace of ink and hospital antiseptic that clung to everything in this wing.The laptop in front of me glowed faintly, its light casting pale shadows across the scattered documents. The cursor blinked at the edge of an unfinished report, steady and unbothered, as though mocking me for my delay. My pen tapped absently against the margin of a budget sheet, forming a rhythm that was the only sound in the room. Controlled. Predictable. Almost hypnotic.Outside, the muffled murmur of the reception floated in, voices blending into one indistinguishable hum. Somewhere in the distance, a printer whirred to life, spitting out report
Reclaiming Her Love You look… life-tired
Sylvia I stepped into Violet’s house and instantly felt a little lighter, as though just crossing her threshold peeled off a layer of the day’s exhaustion.It smelled faintly of lavender and something warm, maybe cinnamon, lingering from breakfast. The late afternoon sun spilled in through the wide living room windows, bathing the space in a honey-gold glow. Her curtains were half drawn, swaying gently with the breeze from a ceiling fan that hummed above.Her bright smile was the first thing I saw. She was sitting cross-legged on the cream sofa, phone in hand, her hair pulled up into a messy bun that looked like it had been fixed in under thirty seconds.“Oh my God, Sylvia!” she exclaimed, instantly dropping her phone onto the sofa. She stood up so fast, the loose throw blanket that had been wrapped around her shoulders slid to the floor in a soft heap. “I thought you forgot I existed.”A small smile tugged at my lips despite my fatigue. “I’ve been drowning in meetings and paperwork,
Reclaiming Her Love He’s here, isn’t he?
Slyvia The ticking clock on my office wall sounded louder than usual, like it was mocking me.Each second dragged, stretching into the next.Tick.Tock.Still no breakthrough.The air in my office felt thick, as though even the oxygen had grown heavy. Papers lay scattered across my desk, reports, letters, board memos, their corners curling slightly from the weight of my elbows leaning against them for hours. Violet’s application letter sat right on top, the paper crinkled where my fingers had gripped it earlier. I’d been staring at the same sentence for at least five minutes now, but I wasn’t reading anymore.I was thinking.Or rather… overthinking.The board had made their decision three days ago. There was no appeal, no loophole, no chance of revisiting the vote. They had all agreed, unanimously, that the only person who could approve Violet’s appointment now was Logan Benson.Logan.The name was enough to bring a dull heaviness to my chest. Not because I hated him, I didn’t. Hatre
Reclaiming Her Love Do you think… he still cares?
Victor The café was tucked between two tall office buildings downtown, almost hidden if you weren’t looking. But it was one of my favorite spots. The rooftop section was especially peaceful, small round tables, potted plants scattered across the edges, string lights hanging lazily from wooden beams, and the soft breeze that carried the smell of fresh pastries and brewed coffee.It was like stepping out of the city and into a quiet dream.I got there early, as usual. The rooftop was mostly empty, just a few people typing away on laptops or chatting in low voices. I picked a table in the corner where the sun wasn’t too harsh and ordered a glass of orange juice while flipping through the menu.I hadn’t even made up my mind about what to eat when I saw her.Sylvia.She stepped out of the elevator and walked toward me, wearing a soft brown dress that moved with her like wind on silk. Her bag was tucked under one arm, and her hair, tied in a loose bun, framed her face beautifully. She walk
Reclaiming Her Love 60!You both have your scars!
Logan The Bayview Lounge was a calm, classy restaurant nestled at the edge of town, overlooking the river. It wasn’t flashy or loud, just warm lighting, soft jazz humming from the ceiling speakers, and a view that helped you forget the madness of the city.I sat at a booth near the window, a glass of water in front of me, fingers drumming against the table. It had been a long week. A long life, if I was being honest.A few minutes later, Victor finally walked in, looking every bit the exhausted businessman he had recently become. Suit slightly wrinkled, hair tousled like he’d run his hands through it too many times, but still carrying that confident Victor energy.“Finally,” I said, standing halfway to greet him.“Don’t start,” Victor replied, sliding into the seat across from him. “Your assistant almost scared me off with that formal text invite. ‘Dinner. 7:30. Don’t be late.’ Man, are we going to court?”I smirked. “You’re lucky I even remembered to text you, yet you came late. I’v
Reclaiming Her Love 59!I won't agree to this!
Sylvia The sky that morning was clear and soft like blue silk, stretched wide above the hospital building. A few clouds drifted lazily, white and peaceful, the kind that made you feel like the day held good promises.The sun wasn’t too harsh. Just warm enough to feel hopeful.As I stepped out of the black SUV, my heels clicked confidently against the pavement. My navy-blue blazer caught a slight breeze. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, straightened my back, and adjusted my bag over my shoulder.Today felt different.Not because I knew what would happen, but because I finally didn’t care who tried to stop me or what would actually take hold today. I was just in a positive spirit.The security man at the entrance smiled and greeted, “Good morning, Dr. Sylvia.”“Morning, Peter,” I replied with a small nod as I walked in. “Have a good day.”The hospital lobby smelled of antiseptic and fresh paper, oddly comforting. Nurses moved quickly, doctors walked in twos, files in hand. Life
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