MasukI always tell my friends…
when you feel lost, broken, sad, or confused—go home. Not the place. The person. There’s always someone who feels like home. Go to them. Hold them. Let them hold you back. That’s what the last chapter was about—those quiet, breaking moments where we just need to be reminded we’re not alone. That even when life doesn’t make sense, love still can. Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading. For feeling with Jessica. For rooting for her. There’s more to come, and I can’t wait to share it with you. With all my love, O.J❤️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. Thi
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
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
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
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
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
JESSICA“You brought me here for just three days, baby. This looks like something people rent out for honeymoons.”He just smirked, dropping the bags by the stairs. “Good thing we’re married then, princess.”My cheeks burned, and before I could throw back something snarky, he leaned down and presse
JESSICAWhen he kicked our bedroom door open, the sound cracked through the quiet, but he didn’t set me down right away. His arms stayed around me, tight, unyielding, like I was something he didn’t trust the world not to steal. His eyes locked on mine, holding me there, his chest rising and fallin
LIAMDawn light spilled into the bedroom, soft and gold, crawling over the sheets until it found her. Jessica. Still asleep. Her hair was a dark tangle across the pillow, one arm thrown out like she’d tried to catch me in her dreams and missed.I stood by the bed, half-buttoning my shirt, hair stil
JESSICA I stood in front of the mirror, tugging my top down over the slight curve of my stomach. It still barely showed, but I saw it. Felt it. The sight stopped me like someone had hit pause. My reflection looked almost the same as it had yesterday, but the world felt different now. Bigger. Heavi







