ログインI had broken up with Lorenzo five times, and Gianna had always been the reason. Lorenzo had used our wedding fund to buy Gianna a penthouse in Tribeca. Each time I made up my mind to leave him, he would break down in tears and beg for another chance, promising that it would never happen again. Staring into his love-struck eyes, I always gave him another chance. Today was the day I would pick out my wedding dress and set our wedding date. I waited in the bridal shop from noon until dark, but Lorenzo was nowhere to be found. At ten that night, his friend, Marco, called me. “Naomi, Lorenzo’s in the emergency room. Come quickly–” I cut him off. “Is it because of Gianna again?” Marco stammered an explanation, but exhaustion washed over me. I closed my eyes before uttering in a flat tone, “I won’t be there. Tell him that it’s over between us.”
もっと見るThe moment I stepped out of the airport terminal, the Manhattan sun spilled across my face, warm and soft. Yet, a quiet sadness stirred within me. I knew that Lorenzo was right behind me, staring at my back. It was clear to me that Lorenzo would spend the rest of his days in regret and isolation. However, none of that mattered anymore. My new life had just begun. A month later, Ethan and I tied the knot in a church in Manhattan. Standing at the end of the red carpet in a sharp suit, Ethan beamed as I walked toward him. My parents sat in the front row, grinning from ear to ear. When it came time to exchange rings, Ethan kissed the back of my hand tearfully. “Naomi, thank you for trusting me with the rest of your life. I swear I won’t ever let you be hurt.” I looked at him, my eyes welling up. Applause erupted around us as a soft glow of the candle cast over Ethan’s face. Getting on my tiptoes, I gently held him. A soft breeze drifted in through the window, carr
Three years later, the Arctic Expedition came to an end. On the day I handed over the last batch of data, the endless daylight poured into the observatory. I pushed open the laboratory door, only to have a perfectly warm latte pressed against my cheek.“Naomi, congratulations on a job well done.” The man standing before me wore a weatherproof jacket. His features were gentle. There was something assuring and warm about his smile. His name was Ethan Brown, a chief exploration specialist who had been transferred from the Geological Bureau to back us up when the expedition was in its second year. He was different from Lorenzo. Ethan was like a quiet, deeply rooted tree with steady branches that would not snap and crash on you. We had collected samples together on glaciers in twenty-below weather and pulled countless all-nighters when our data went wrong.When it was my time of the month, he’d quietly lug the heavier equipment without a word and inspect my harness twice bef
The work at the polar observatory was far more demanding than I had expected. Every morning, I would suit up in my heavy expedition gear and navigate between glaciers and permafrost with Tyler. My life revolved around drilling holes, collecting samples, mapping, and running data logs. I worked from six in the morning to eight in the evening, having virtually no break except for meals. The sheer exhaustion on my physical body somehow healed my fractured mind. Not only did I survive the Arctic’s bitter cold for three months, but I gained five pounds as well. Color returned to my pasty face. The hair I lost in clumps due to anxiety had grown back with a vengeance. Tyler observed the data I had compiled and patted my shoulder emotionally. “Naomi, you’re meant to work in this field. I see the light in your eyes again.” I stared at the spectacular northern lights outside the window and smiled. That was right. I felt alive again. One evening on a weekend, I checked the ti
After more than ten hours in the air, I finally set foot in Iceland. The wind in Reykjavik was biting against my face, carrying a hint of ocean brine. Somehow, the crushing weight in my chest was lifted. The moment I arrived at the base and connected to the satellite network, my phone buzzed frantically. I was bombarded with messages from Lorenzo. “Naomi, please pick up the phone. I know I messed up.” “I have cut ties with Gianna. I won’t do her any more favors.” “I’ve blocked her number. I swear.” “I didn’t realize what you meant to me until you were gone. The apartment is full of your scent. I can’t sleep without you here.” I stared at the long-overdue expressions of remorse. Where was he when I begged him in tears to keep his hands clean three years ago? Where was he when I sat in the hallway of the hospital, waiting for him to get stitches? Where was he when Gianna sent a video to rub my face in it? Now, it was all too late. With the tap of my finger, I






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