MasukIt had been a week. Seven full days since everything fell apart in James’ living room, and for the first time in a long while, Melody felt like she could breathe again enough to get through the day without feeling like something inside her chest was collapsing.The new house helped. Since she and Tara moved into the new house, she's been happier. She's been running and taking long walks in the quiet streets consistently for four days now and it had helped her a whole lot. She wasn't always tired like she used to be. And now Tara has been very intentional about what she ate, she's been eating more vegetables and fruits than junks.She needed this new house because it was a breath of fresh air for the two of them. It was a very beautiful house and she had a little study corner. She and Tara almost started decorating the nursery but decided it was still too early.Boxes had come and gone. Furniture had been arranged, rearranged, argued over with Tara, then arranged again. The walls had
The airport was loud, James loved traveling but he hated airports. The only thing he needed now was to lock himself up in a dark room and just stay there for as long as he could.Announcements echoed faintly overhead, rolling one after the other in a calm, almost robotic voice. Suitcases dragged across polished floors. People talked, laughed, argued, and reunited.Life was moving, and somehow, he felt completely disconnected from it. James sat in one of the waiting chairs, a magazine open in his hands, though he hadn’t turned the page in the last ten minutes his eyes were on it even though he wasn't reading it.His mind kept dragging him back. Back to last night, back to her. Back to the look on Melody’s face when he told her he was leaving.His jaw tightened slightly. He didn’t have a choice. That was what he kept telling himself over and over again.Because the alternative? The alternative was admitting that maybe, just maybe he had made the wrong call. And he couldn’t afford that r
Melody woke up feeling worse than she did before she slept last night, like her body didn’t want to return to consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, heavy and reluctant, her head sinking deeper into the pillow for a second before reality started creeping back in. The faint light filtering through the curtains told her it was already morning.She blinked, then turned her head slightly toward the bedside table. It was 9:17 a.m.Her brows furrowed immediately.“What…?” she muttered under her breath, her voice dry. That didn’t make sense, she hadn’t slept that long in days. Like her body had completely shut down and forced her to rest whether she wanted to or not.She swallowed, her throat dry, her eyes stinging slightly as the memory settled in again like it never left. James was leaving her and their baby, she cried herself to sleep. This was a new day and she wasn't going to keep feeling sorry for herself. This was too much heart break in a space of two months and she figured maybe it
The kiss caught her off guard for a second, Melody didn’t move. Her body went still, her mind blanking out completely as James’ lips pressed against hers soft at first, testing, like he was giving her time to pull away if she wanted to.She didn’t. Instead, her fingers curled slightly into his shirt, gripping the fabric like she needed something to anchor herself. The tension that had been sitting in her chest since last night disappeared.James pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against hers. His hand was still wrapped around her waist.“You stress me out,” he muttered under his breath.Melody let out a soft, breathless laugh. “You stress me out too.”For a moment, they just stayed like that, close enough to feel each other’s breath, neither of them moving away. Then he kissed her again deeply this time. She responded just as intensely. She could feel him getting hard through his sweatpants.Everything about him felt familiar, his touch, his scent, the way he held her li
The moment she got into her car after leaving Tara, she sat there for a full minute, hands gripping the steering wheel, her mind running in circles. Every instinct in her wanted to delay it. Go home first, shower, and rest. Think about it properly. But she knew herself well enough to recognize what that meant.It was avoidance. And she had already done enough of that. She exhaled slowly, leaned back against the seat, then muttered under her breath, “Just go.”So she did. The drive to James’ place felt longer than usual, even though it wasn’t. Traffic was light, the roads were clear, but her thoughts made everything feel stretched, heavy. She kept replaying last night in her head, over and over again, each version worse than the last. The way he looked at her.She wished she could go back in time, she would have told him before leaving for Malibu. She wouldn't have spoken to him the way she did.last night.Her grip tightened slightly on the wheel.“That was harsh,” she admitted quietly
Melody woke up feeling like shit. Her body was heavy, her head dull, her stomach unsettled in that now familiar way. For a few minutes after she woke up, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling.She wasn't just physically stressed, she was emotionally and mentally stressed too. Last night didn't go as planned. Her eyes shut tightly as if she could block it out, rewind it, take it back.The words she said to James were hurtful, she couldn't even bring herself to call him and apologize. She would have to do that in person. He's been really good to her since they met, he even helped release her inner freak.She groaned softly, dragging a hand over her face. “God, somehow I end up fucking every good thing up.”Now that the anger was gone, now that the adrenaline had worn off, all that was left was clarity and it didn’t feel good. She understood why James had reacted the way he did. Walking into that house and seeing Logan shirtless sitting comfortably like he belonged there. She would
When Melody stepped back onto the deck, the first thing she noticed was the quiet.The laughter had dipped. The energy had shifted.Camilla was leaning against the rail with Luke, both of them talking in low voices, glasses in hand. Logan’s chair was empty. So was Hanni’s.She slowed her steps.“Wh
SnowBrook ValleySince their last fight, something had changed between Jamie and Cynthia’s relationship. Her husband has been more attentive and they've been happier.Jamie had been coming home earlier and most days they just spend the days indoors, watching Christmas movies and making different di
By the time the boat eased away from the dock, Melody already felt like she was breathing differently. She tried to remind herself that Hanni’s hold on her man wasn't working anymore. She was in charge now.Breakfast had been served almost immediately, silver trays, covered dishes, fresh fruit, war
She had just finished putting baby Melody to sleep. It hadn’t been easy. Melody had fought it longer than usual, tiny fists curling into Cynthia’s sweater, her face scrunched like she already knew something wasn't right between her mummy and daddy. Cynthia had hummed softly, rocking her, whispering







