Se connecterBETTYA low, gravelly murmur drifts through the dark, and my eyelids flutter.For a disoriented second, my exhausted brain tries to convince me I am still trapped in a fever dream. The dream where Nathaniel was here. Sitting on the very edge of this couch, the scent of his expensive cologne wrapping around me as he held a spoon to my lips.I push the thought away and take in a deep breath. It’s then I realize the air is different. The sickly-sweet smell of dying roses is gone, and it’s been replaced by a crisp night breeze that washes over my damp skin, filling my lungs with clean oxygen.I blink my eyes fully open and also can’t help but realize the blinding pressure that was crushing my skull has receded to a dull, manageable ache.My body feels too light as well. Free. When I look down, the heavy, fleece robe is gone, together with the hoodie. I am stripped down to nothing but a thin, worn-out cotton t-shirt, my sweatpants, and my socks.I swing my legs off the edge of the couch, m
The tension in my shoulders drops, and I take another step back to give her space. In the process, a massive rose thorn drives straight through the fabric of my trousers, biting violently into my calf."Fuck," I hiss, stumbling sideways. "We really need to get rid of these." I bend over, aggressively rubbing the stinging prick on my leg, and when I look up, the sight knocks the breath straight out of my lungs.Betty is chuckling. It’s a weak, raspy sound that quickly devolves into a cough, but the corners of her eyes remain crinkled.I straighten up, completely stunned. "That was funny to watch, huh?"She coughs into her hand, hiding her mouth, shaking her head. "You brought that on yourself. Who buys two thousand, five hundred, and fifty-five roses?" Her tone carries a sharp, dry hint of sarcasm, but as she lowers her hand, I see a small, genuine smile break across her pale face.I should feel insulted by the jab, but I don't. She laughed. At my expense, sure, but she laughed. And it
NATHANIELMy gaze pulls away from the roses down to Betty, and she is now leaning against my side, looking at the roses. She then tilts her head up to look at me, and her expression is perfectly blank, but her glossy eyes scream exactly what she doesn't have the breath to say: "Yeah. A bit much, isn't it?"”I know.” That’s all I say before I carefully step over a pile of wilting petals and walk her to the couch.I ease her down onto the cushions and snatch the heavy throw blanket that had slipped off the couch and drape it over her trembling shoulders, tucking the edges firmly up to her neck.She doesn't speak, but her glassy green eyes track my every movement, her expression tight and completely guarded, as if she expects me to disappear at any time—or worse, as if she wishes I would.Before the silence can crush the remaining oxygen in the room, I turn sharply."The bags." My heavy boots crush some of the roses into the hardwood as I stride back to the front door, thorns violently s
NATHANIELThe scorching afternoon heat bakes the roof of my car, but inside the cabin, my blood is running cold.I am parked directly across the street from her apartment building, and for the last thirty minutes, I have done nothing but stare at her front door. That’s why I came here alone, just in case my nerves shattered and I needed to put the car in drive and flee before ever making it inside.It has been over a month since I looked into her eyes and told her I loved her. Over a month of suffocating silence. A month of getting nothing from her. Showing up here is a blatant violation of my promise to step back. It is a massive gamble, one that could very well end with her slamming the door in my face.I tear my gaze away from the white and grey five-story building and look at the passenger seat.Plastic bags bury the leather, because on my way here, I had stopped at a pharmacy and essentially bought out the aisles—flu medicine, painkillers, cough syrup, electrolytes. And behind th
NATHANIELI pull the phone away from my ear and stare at the darkened screen. Betty is sick?My grip tightens around the glass in my other hand until it twitches under the pressure. “Where the hell is she sick? Is it serious? Has she gone to the hospital?”“No. Stop it,” I tell myself, squeezing my eyes shut. “She is fine. She has someone taking care of her. Rhys must be there. It’s no longer your concern. She has her people.”I toss the phone back onto the desk and down the rest of the scotch before I sit back down and open my laptop. I actually hover my hand over the keyboard, genuinely debating calling Martha to ask her what the hell I am supposed to do with this suffocating panic. But that would be too pathetic. I have a company to reclaim.I force the laptop shut again, grab my suit jacket, and walk out to my waiting car.Rhys was supposed to be there today. We are supposed to co-host the meeting, but there is no way he will leave her bedside. He is taking care of her. And as muc
NATHANIELMy brain feels like it has been put through a meat grinder.I just finished my fifth virtual therapy session with Martha, and all I want to do is put my fist through the mahogany wall. I thought these sessions were supposed to make you feel better. Instead, I feel like I am being flayed alive by a middle-aged woman in a beige cardigan.After my absolute meltdown in the closet a few nights ago, Harriette suggested I see a professional. Naturally, I thought it was a ridiculous, insulting thing to say. I already knew exactly what my problem was, and I certainly didn't need a stranger with a notepad pointing it out.But after spending the entire night suffocating in my own misery on the closet floor, I realized my way had cost me my entire world, and also, I had nothing left to lose.The next morning, an unmarked business card magically appeared on my nightstand. Harriette’s doing, and I held the thick card in my hand for a long time, just staring at the therapist's phone number
BETTYI can’t bring myself to go back home yet, probably because I’m still riding the strange high from the meeting I just had with Amanda.There is something else I need to do first, something I’ve been avoiding for far too long, and because for the first time in a long while I feel like I’m done
Hi my beautiful readers 🤍 I know I’ve been quiet for the last two days, and I wanted to thank you for your patience and kindness. The holidays asked me to slow down for a moment, but I never stopped thinking about this story or about you. I promise to resume posting two chapters a day starting
BETTYI stare at the black gown draped over my body, and I nod. It’s simple and elegant. The kind of dress that whispers rather than shouts.I chose it because I don’t want to stand out tonight, mainly because Rhys seems to command every room he walks into.My stomach twists with nerves, but undern
BETTYThe Virnkirk’s really do know how to throw a party.Every corner of this house hums with quiet wealth, soft jazz, expensive laughter, and glasses chiming like silver bells.I look around and recognize more faces than I expect to. Most of them are always on Harriette’s guest list and part of he







