ログインELENA'S POV Sunday morning was quiet.I woke up late, and stayed in bed longer than I should have, staring at the ceiling and thinking about everything that happened the last two days.Caleb being back still felt a little unreal, like I was going to wake up and find out the last two days had been a dream.I was just glad to have my best friend back. I mean, yes, I had Jenna and Claire but my friendship with Caleb had always been different.My phone buzzed on the bedside table, pulling me out of my thoughts.Jenna: Come over today. Claire is coming too. We’re cooking, drinking wine, and forcing you to talk about your life.I smiled at the message. Speak of the devil.Me: That sounds less like an invitation and more like a threat.Jenna: It is absolutely a threat. Be here by 4.So by Sunday evening, I was standing in Jenna’s kitchen, cutting garlic while music played in the background and Claire criticized my cooking like she always did."If you add any more garlic to that, we'll all b
Elena's povSaturday morning traffic was light, and the city felt slower than usual, like Denver was still half asleep.I pulled into the parking lot of the old coffee shop on Fifth Street and immediately spotted Caleb’s car.Of course he was already here.Back then, he used to be early for everything. Practice, classes, games, even group projects he didn’t care about. Meanwhile, I was always the one running five minutes late with coffee in one hand and my bag half open.I parked a few spaces away and sat in the car for a second, looking at the familiar building.The sign was new, the paint was new, but the place still looked the same. Same big windows, same small patio outside, same stupid bell on the door that used to announce our arrival like we were regulars in a movie.We practically grew up here.I grabbed my bag, stepped out of the car, and walked toward the entrance. When I opened the door, the bell chimed above my head, and the smell of coffee hit me immediately.I stopped
Elena's POV "What are you doing here?"My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn't help it. I stood in front of my building, staring at Caleb like I was seeing a ghost.He pushed off his car, taking a few steps toward me, his hands still in his jacket pockets."I was in the area," he said, staring softly at me.I raised an eyebrow."Okay, that's a lie," he admitted, grinning now, "I came to see you.""When did you get back?" I blurted out, even though I already knew from Jenna."Two days ago.""And you're just coming to see me now?"He shrugged, that familiar smile still on his face."I was giving you time to miss me."I scoffed, crossing my arms.Then he tilted his head, studying my face carefully."You look tired," he said, "You have bags under your eyes."I gasped, my hand flying up to touch my face immediately."I do not have bags under my eyes!"He laughed, loud and genuine, and I hated how much I'd missed that sound.His laughter died down and silence came again.
Elena's POV Two days after our girls’ night, I walked into the office expecting another normal workday.Emails. Meetings. Decisions.The usual.But the moment I stepped inside, something felt… off.It was subtle at first.Conversations dropped a little too quickly when I passed. People glanced at me, then looked away. Something was wrong. The usual morning energy felt different, like the entire building was holding its breath.I slowed slightly, my eyes scanning the space.That’s when my assistant, Patricia, appeared, moving toward me faster than usual.“Ms. Sterling,” she said, a little breathless, “there’s an urgent executive meeting in fifteen minutes.”I frowned. “What’s it about?”“I’m not sure,” she said quickly, but she didn’t quite meet my eyes.Which meant she knew.I didn’t press. I just nodded and continued down the hallway, the tension following me all the way to the conference room.I pushed the door open and stopped short.Aunt Catherine was already seated at the tabl
Elena's POV *Two weeks later*Time had a way of smoothing things out.The last two weeks passed so quickly I barely had time to register it all.Work had taken over again, and had my full undivided attention.And I let it. It was easier that way.I hadn’t seen Jenna or Claire in a while, since I got back from my holiday trip. Jenna had been buried in some massive campaign project, and Claire was constantly out of town for work.So when we finally managed to align our schedules, it was long overdue.“Look who finally decided to show up,” Claire said as I slid into the booth, her tone dry but her smile gave her away.“Please,” I said, setting my bag down, “you’re the one that’s been impossible to pin down.”“I travel for work,” she said, lifting her glass. “Some of us have real jobs.”Jenna laughed. “And some of us are just dramatic.”We were at our usual spot, a cozy Italian place with dim lighting and wine that came in bottles instead of glasses. It had been weeks since the three of
Elena's pov Friday morning, two days after the airport and I was still functioning.The world hadn’t stopped.I was going through the motions, answering emails, attending meetings, signing off on budgets. Life… kept moving."Ms. Sterling, the quarterly reports are ready for your review."I looked up from my computer screen, blinking at Patricia standing in my doorway."Thanks," I said. "Just leave them on my desk."She set the folder down and left quietly.I stared at the documents for a moment, then went back to my email.Everything felt normal on the surface but underneath, there was this strange emptiness, like someone had scooped out part of my chest and left a hollow space behind.I haven't cried or broken down, and I wasn't even particularly sad. Just quiet.My mind drifted back to Wednesday, to the airport terminal, to Damien's face when I told him we needed distance.The way he'd looked at me before boarding, like he was trying to memorize every detail of my face.My phone bu
Elena's povIt took a few minutes before I could move.I lay there on my back, staring at the ceiling, still breathing hard after everything that just happened.The sheets were tangled around my waist and my hair was a mess.I could still feel him everywhere.On my lips, on my skin, between my thig
Elena’s pov It had been three days since I last saw Damien, and the city was already easing into its final work week before Christmas."Elena, you do realize you're basically the boss now, right? I don't get why you're still going to work.”Adrian's voice crackled through my car speakers as I sat
Elena's POV The spa was one of my favorite spots back home.It was one of the places I always went to before I ran off and married Damien.I wanted a body massage, a manicure, calm music, maybe even a facial if I felt like it.I wanted to wash last night off my skin, out of my head, and pretend fo
Damien's POV "Blackwell, can you drop these off on twelve?"I looked up from my desk as my supervisor, Marcus zen, dropped a stack of files in front of me."Sure," I said, grabbing them, "What are they?""Quarterly reports for Henderson," he said, already walking away."Meeting room C."I stood up







