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Author: J.O
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-02 06:34:20

JESSICA

I woke up to cold sheets. Again.

My hand reached instinctively for the spot beside me. It was muscle memory by now… searching, hoping, needing.

But there was nothing there. Just a dip in the mattress, the faintest trace of warmth that was already fading. And his scent—God, his scent. That lingering mix of woodsy cologne and heat and skin. It hit me in the chest like a ghost. Like last night had been real and not some dream I conjured just to feel wanted for a few hours.

Typical Liam. Here, but never really here.

I stared at the ceiling, blinking back the sting behind my eyes.

I told myself not to feel stupid. Not to read too much into the way his fingers had curled around mine while I drifted off. Or how he kissed my shoulder in the dark like it meant something.

But I did feel stupid.

Because I let myself believe—again—that maybe this time would be different. Maybe I wouldn’t wake up alone. Maybe the man who made my whole body forget how to breathe would still be lying next to
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  • THE WEIGHT OF LOVING YOU   AUTHOR’S NOTE

    To you — yes, you — sitting here, reading this final page… thank you.From the very first word to this last moment, you’ve been on this journey with me, and I can’t even begin to explain how much that means. You’ve laughed with me, cried with me, held your breath during the heartbreaks, and smiled through the soft, quiet moments. You let these characters... their flaws, their pain, their love, take up space in your heart. That’s not something I’ll ever take for granted.I won’t lie to you, there were so many moments I wanted to give up.There were days when the views didn’t come in, when it felt like nobody was reading, when I questioned everything. I wondered if my words mattered, if this story was worth finishing… if I was good enough.And yet, something kept me here.You kept me here.Every comment. Every read. Every quiet moment you spent curled up with these chapters. Even if you never said a word, even if you simply showed up — you gave my story life. You gave me hope.This book

  • THE WEIGHT OF LOVING YOU   90-THE LAST CHAPTER

    JESSICAI woke to the faint, steady beeping of a monitor and the distant hum of voices somewhere outside the room. Everything smelled faintly sterile, clean and sharp—and for a second, I couldn’t remember where I was. My throat felt dry, my body heavy, and my mind foggy… until I turned my head and saw him.Liam.He was slumped forward in a chair beside my bed, his head resting on the mattress, his hand locked tightly with mine like letting go wasn’t an option. His dark hair was a mess, his jaw shadowed with stubble, and he looked… exhausted. But even in sleep, his grip was strong. Unyielding. Like he was holding me to this world.My chest tightened, a rush of tenderness spilling through me. God, I loved him. More than I’d ever had words for.I shifted my fingers slightly, brushing them through his hair, and whispered softly, almost afraid to break the moment.“Hi, baby…”His head jerked up instantly, like my voice had pulled him out of whatever restless dream he’d been in. The second

  • THE WEIGHT OF LOVING YOU   089

    JESSICAI was huge. Not just pregnant. Not glowing. Not “blooming,” like everyone kept saying. Just… huge.And yet, somehow, I’d never been happier.For the first time in months, I’d finally forced myself to slow down. No work emails. No deadlines. No guilt. Just me, my swollen ankles, my out-of-control hormones, and the little miracle kicking relentlessly inside me. I was days—maybe even hours—away from meeting our baby, and the thought both terrified and thrilled me.Married life with Liam had been nothing short of sweet chaos. Messy, unpredictable, perfectly imperfect chaos. If I had to do it all over again; every fight, every tear, every late-night panic attack where we weren’t sure we’d make it—I’d do it in a heartbeat.Because it led me here.To him.To us.Yes, we started off rocky. There were nights we barely spoke, mornings where the silence was heavier than words, and moments where walking away almost felt easier than staying. But somewhere in the middle of the heartbreak

  • THE WEIGHT OF LOVING YOU   088

    JESSICALiam lifted me again, carrying my dripping body back to the bed like I weighed nothing. My skin was still damp from the bath, tiny goosebumps blooming everywhere, but his body — his arms, his chest, his breath was warm.He laid me down gently, his gaze locked on me like I was the only thing in the world he saw. That stare of his — dark, steady, possessive — made my pulse pound so hard I could feel it between my legs.When the towel slid over my collarbone, his lips followed. One soft kiss. Then another. Then a slow drag of his mouth over the curve of my shoulder, heat trailing everywhere he touched.“Liam…” I whispered, my voice shaky, catching halfway through.“Mm?” he hummed against my skin, his breath hot there, the vibration sinking straight into me.“You’re…” I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice. “You’re doing too much.”He stilled briefly, lifting his head, one brow raised, smirk tugging at his lips. “Too much?” His gaze drifted down me slowly, deliberately, like

  • THE WEIGHT OF LOVING YOU   087

    JESSICAThe sand was cool beneath my bare feet as I spun lazily by the bonfire, the hem of my dress brushing my calves. The air smelled like salt and champagne, music thumping low from the speakers, people laughing and shouting around me. My cheeks were flushed, my skin buzzing, and for the first time all day, I felt… untouchable. Weightless.I tilted my head back, letting the soft wind tangle my hair, when I felt it — that familiar burn against my skin.I didn’t have to look. I already knew.Liam.I found him leaning against a wooden pole near the tiki bar, arms crossed, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease. He wasn’t laughing, wasn’t drinking, wasn’t joining in. He was watching me.And God, the way he watched me — like the chaos around us had blurred into silence, like the world had narrowed to just me and him. That gaze of his stripped me bare in a way words never could.Our eyes locked and held. The heat between us stretched, silent and heavy, until my chest felt too tight t

  • THE WEIGHT OF LOVING YOU   086

    LIAM My hands were clenched so tight around the edge of the altar that they’d gone numb, but I couldn’t make myself loosen my grip. It was the only thing keeping me grounded, the only thing stopping me from falling apart. I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think of anything except the one thought that had been clawing at the back of my mind for the last hour: What if she doesn’t come? I’d told myself I wasn’t going to think like that. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t spiral. But standing here, with the weight of every single pair of eyes behind me and the sound of the ocean crashing softly in the background, panic kept curling around my throat like a vice. I forced myself to breathe — deep, steady, even breaths — but my chest felt like it was caving in on itself. The air was warm, thick with salt and sunlight, clinging to my skin. And still… I was cold. A hollow, creeping kind of cold that settled deep in my stomach. My heart was hammering, a wild, uneven rhythm, slamming

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