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His meeting was over earlier than expected today so he just invited me for lunch. Being a Ceo he really doesn't have much time to spend with me..but he still manages to make time to spend with me. The garden terrace was a picture of elegance. Sunlight filtered through wide parasols, a gentle breeze carried the fragrance of roses planted along the fence, and the sound of cutlery against fine china created a delicate rhythm. Waiters in crisp uniforms glided from table to table, pouring wine into tall glasses. Reid sat at the head of our table, the perfect image of authority even outside the office. His suit jacket was folded neatly over the back of his chair, his white shirt rolled at the sleeves, but power clung to him effortlessly. He looked like a man who owned the world. I was still admiring him when Natalie arrived, Adrian walking confidently at her side. His smile was quick, charming, the kind that always felt a little too smooth. “Reid,” Natalie greeted warmly. “Karline.” Adrian gave me a longer look before pulling out his chair. “It’s been too long. Karline, you look radiant today. Reid must be very proud to have you by his side.” Adrian the bestfriend of Natalie.. they used to work in the same hospital together. He had come for a dinner or too in our home.. and that's where me and Reid knows him. “Thank you,” I said politely, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Reid’s hand shifted on the table, his fingers brushing mine briefly as if to remind me he was listening. “Sit. Let’s eat,” he said. Once they were settled, Reid leaned toward Natalie. “Your case. Has it closed yet?” Natalie shook her head, her expression somber. “No. It’s dragging on. Some days, I wonder if it’s worth fighting anymore.” Reid’s voice was steady, reassuring. “You don’t quit. Not until every option is gone. We’ll go through it together again. There will be a way forward.” Natalie’s lips curved into a faint, grateful smile. “You’ve always had that strength, Reid.” Adrian cleared his throat and turned his attention to me. “And what about you, Karline? Does he show you that same strength at home, or does he let you see the softer side the rest of us never do?” I gave a small laugh, glancing at Reid. “He’s… a little of both.” Adrian leaned in slightly, lowering his voice in a way that still carried. “I envy that. To have both the protector and the man underneath… you’re lucky,.” Reid’s eyes flicked to Adrian, then to me. He sipped his wine before speaking, calm but firmer this time. “She is more than lucky. She deserves all of me, and she has it.” Adrian smiled as though the words amused him. “I can see that. Still, it’s rare to meet a woman who could match Reid’s presence. Most would be overshadowed. But you… you shine in your own light.” The compliment was too direct to ignore. My cheeks warmed, but I managed to smile politely. “That’s kind of you, Adrian.” Reid set his glass down, his gaze steady now. “Adrian, you’ve made your point. My kar doesn’t need anyone to tell her how remarkable she is.” I reached for Reid’s hand under the table, giving it a light squeeze. “It’s alright,” I said softly. “He was only being kind.” The waiter arrived just then with steaming plates of roasted lamb and bowls of pasta. Conversation shifted, but the tension lingered, wrapped in polite smiles and careful glances. Adrian chuckled as he cut into his food. “Reid, you’re a fortunate man. If I were you, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight.” This time, Reid only gave a small smile, his thumb brushing against the back of my hand. His voice was calm, but his words held weight. “You don’t have to worry about that. I never do.” After that meal, Adrian flirted a bit more with me..and i kinda liked seeing jealous Reid...so he can feel now I feel him with Natalie. even Adrian put his hands on mine for a photo and I let him for a selfie. I can clearly see Reid's anger, god.. Then we left for home.. *** At night. it's almost 10pm and we were under the blanket watching movie cuddling with eachother. My head rested against Reid’s shoulder, his arm heavy and warm around me. His laughter at some silly commercial made my heart flutter, and I tilted my face to him with a smile. “You’re not even watching,” I teased, poking his chest lightly. “I’m watching you,” he replied smoothly, catching my hand and pressing a kiss against my knuckles. His lips trailed higher, to my wrist, then my neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Reid…” My voice broke into a soft sigh as he shifted, pressing me gently back against the cushions. His mouth found mine, hot and hungry, stealing every breath until I was clinging to him. His hands moved with purpose, sliding beneath my blouse, skimming along my skin as if memorizing every inch. His kisses deepened, tasting of wine and want, pulling me further under his spell. When he pushed the fabric from my shoulder and his lips grazed the curve of my collarbone, I could only moan his name. “Reid… don’t stop.” “I don’t intend to,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with desire. He was already unbuttoning, his tshirt discarded, his body pressing closer, harder, until the shrill buzz of his personal phone shattered the moment. He froze. I blinked up at him, breathless, watching the frustration flicker across his face as he reached for the phone. “Ignore it,” I whispered, pulling him back down. “Please. Stay with me.” But he had already seen the name flashing on the screen. His expression tightened. “I have to take this.” The warmth between us chilled instantly. I knew without asking who it was. My stomach sank. “Hello,” he said, his voice shifting from passionate to composed in an instant. He listened for a moment, then straightened, running a hand through his hair. “Alright. Stay calm. I’ll be there.” My chest clenched. “Natalie,” I said flatly. “It’s her again.” Reid didn’t deny it. “She’s at the police station. There’s been some kind of misunderstanding. She needs help.” I sat up, my blouse still hanging loosely from one shoulder. “Now? Reid, it’s ten o’clock at night.” He reached for his jacket. “I can’t leave her like that.” I caught his arm, my voice low and trembling with frustration. “And what about me? What about us? I need you tonight. I…” My lips brushed his ear, desperate, aching. “I want you. Can’t you see? I’m burning for you. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” He closed his eyes briefly, pressing a kiss against my lips, slow and lingering. “Baby… we’ll continue after I come back. I promise.” “I don’t want after,” I whispered, my hands fisting in his shirt. “I want now.” For a moment, his resolve wavered, his breath hitching as my lips trailed his jaw. But then he pulled back, his voice steady. “Kar… I have to. She’s in trouble.” The heat inside me twisted into anger. I shoved his chest lightly, my voice sharper than I intended. “Always her. Every time she calls, you run. Do you even hear yourself? It’s like she owns a part of you I can never touch.” His eyes darkened, but not with anger. With something heavier. “That’s not true. Don’t ever think that.” “Then prove it,” I hissed. “Stay.” For a long second, silence stretched between us, broken only by the ticking clock on the wall. His hand brushed my cheek, tender despite the storm in my words. “You’re my wife. My only love. But right now, she needs me. And I can’t walk away from someone who’s asking for help.” Tears burned in my eyes. “And I need you, Reid. Doesn’t that matter?” His thumb caught the tear before it fell. “It matters more than anything. Which is why I’ll come back, no matter how late it is. And when I do, I’ll finish what we started.” His lips pressed one last, lingering kiss against mine. Then he stood, his figure framed in the doorway as he grabbed his keys. “Wait for me, baby.” The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me in the silence, in the ache, in the fire that had nowhere left to burn.AFTER SOME MONTHSWEDDING DAY REID'S POINT OF VIEWThe wedding day finally arrived.And I was sweating badly.Not the polite, composed kind of sweating.The nervous, slightly panicked kind.“Take it, Reid.”James pushed a neatly folded handkerchief into my hand before I could even ask.“Thanks.” James once my assistance said.Correction, not just my assistant anymore.Family.After secretly dating Mia for one year, pretending they were “just friends” and publicly dating for exactly one dramatic day before announcing their engagement, they decided by the third year that waiting was pointless.They got married.And somehow James, who once trembled during presentations, now stood in front of me calm and married.“Thanks,” I muttered, pressing the handkerchief to my forehead.He smirked. “You know, I was also this nervous on my wedding day.”“It’s not my first wedding either,” I replied dryly.He raised an eyebrow.“But it feels different,” I added quietly.Different wasn’t even the rig
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWEthan had fallen asleep inside the farmhouse, curled under a thick blanket Isabella had tucked around him.Matteo and Isabella had long since gone in as well, leaving the yard bathed in moonlight and the faint orange glow of dying fire.The farm felt different at night.So still and silent now.Karline stood near the wooden fence, her fingers resting lightly on the cool surface. Beyond it, the fields stretched into darkness, silvered by the moon. A soft breeze moved through the grass.Reid stood a few steps behind her.He watched her quietly.There was something in his expression, not doubt, not regret, but a nervous weight.He swallowed once.He had rehearsed the words in his mind all evening.And yet now, standing under the open Italian sky, they felt heavier.He walked toward her slowly.Tired from the day.Content from the laughter.But carrying something fragile in his chest.KARLINE'S POINT OF VIEWI heard his footsteps before I saw him beside me.I di
AT NIGHT THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWClosing time always came gently.The last customer waved goodbye, promising to come early the next morning for cinnamon rolls. Karline smiled and turned the sign on the glass door from Open to Closed.The soft click felt satisfying.Reid was already stacking the outdoor chairs neatly, lifting two at a time like it was nothing.“You don’t have to do all that,” she said, wiping down the counter.He glanced at her over his shoulder. “I know.”“But you still will.”“Of course.”Ethan dragged a small broom that was slightly too big for him. “I’m helping too.”“You’re mostly spreading the crumbs around,” Karline teased.“It’s strategy,” Ethan replied seriously. “Ants need food.”Reid laughed under his breath. “He’s got a point.”Karline shook her head, but her eyes were soft.Within twenty minutes, the tables were aligned, the lights inside dimmed to a golden glow, and the ovens turned off. Reid locked the door and tested it twice, out of habit.“Ready?”
THREE YEARS LATERTHIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWThree years had passed.Life no longer felt like something they were surviving. It felt like something they were living. Slowly and peacefully.The little bell above the bakery door chimed as the last morning customer stepped out into the soft Italian sunlight. The street outside was calm, lined with flower pots and pale stone buildings that warmed under the sun. The scent of sugar and baked bread lingered in the air, sweet and comforting.Behind the counter stood Karline, tying a thin ribbon around a pastel pink box of pastries. A loose strand of hair had slipped from her bun, and there was flour faintly dusted along her apron. She looked content, not tired, not overwhelmed, just quietly fulfilled.“Mumma, all the blueberry muffins sold out?”She looked down immediately.Ethan stood in front of her, now eight years old, taller, leaner, with the same bright eyes and that wide, toothy smile that had somehow grown even more charming with time
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW The door closed quietly behind them.Karline stepped in first this time.She didn’t rush and simply walked forward slowly, taking in the silence of the house.Sunlight poured through the tall windows, resting gently on cream-colored walls and warm wooden floors.It felt calm, simple and beautiful.Ethan ran past her with a small laugh. “It looks so new!”Reid smiled faintly. “That’s because it is.”Karline moved further inside.Her fingers brushed the wall lightly as if she needed to feel it to believe it.“The color…” she said softly. “You chose this?”Reid nodded. “You once said white feels cold. And dark colors feel heavy. So… I tried to find something in between.”She smiled gently. “It’s perfect.”There was no exaggeration in her voice.Just honesty.She walked toward the living area.The furniture wasn’t flashy. It was not like their old home back in the new york but beautiful soft fabrics sofa.A wooden coffee table.A woven rug beneath it.“It’s bea
AFTER THREE MONTHSThree months had passed since the night the tent collapsed.Three months since blood on the ground. Since sirens. Since fear sat in Karline’s chest like a stone.Now, the hospital corridors no longer felt terrifying. They felt familiar. Almost gentle.Reid had been discharged a month and a half ago after spending six long weeks under constant monitoring. The doctors had been cautious, especially about the head injury. But every follow-up visit brought better news.“The swelling has reduced significantly,” the neurologist had said during the last appointment. “His procedures and medications will taper down gradually. A few more months of care, and he should be fully recovered.”Karline had nearly cried from relief.Ethan was recovering too.Reid had changed.Not dramatically in loud ways, but quietly.Deeply.He and karline attended therapy sessions without complaint, not just physical therapy for his shoulder and balance, but counseling too. For their trauma. For th
NATALIE’S POINT OF VIEWI was sitting in the living room, swirling the red wine in my glass. The rich, bitter taste burned my throat as I gulped it down, one sip after another, trying to drown the thoughts that wouldn’t leave me alone.“Can you refill it?” came his voice from across the couch, smoo
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW The door clicked shut behind them, soft but final.The sound echoed in Karline’s ribcage, rattling her bones.It felt like the room swallowed the noise, swallowed her, swallowed everything she once knew about herself.Her lungs refused to expand properly.Her palms were
NEXT MORNING THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Karline woke slowly, like someone swimming upward through thick, heavy water.Her eyelids felt glued shut.Her body felt wrong.Before she even fully opened her eyes, she felt it.A deep, sore ache between her legs.A heaviness in her hips.A faint sting wh
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Natalie’s lips curled slowly, enjoying the way Reid’s jaw muscles twitched. She wasn’t finished. “I also heard,” she added casually, picking invisible lint off her dress, “that she’s asking money for her boyfriend. Rio.” Reid finally turned fully toward her. His







