LOGINHe only said, "You've been caught in the rain too many times."That was all it took.My eyes burned instantly."Wh... why didn't you ever tell me?"Yale looked at me with such quiet tenderness that my throat tightened."Because all I've ever wanted is for you to be happy."The tears finally spilled over.I wasn't someone who cried easily. I'd cried plenty of times during the years I was with Caleb, but never in front of anyone else.Yet a few simple words from Yale broke straight through me.For almost ten years, someone had been looking out for me from places I never knew to look. He'd never asked for anything in return, never attached conditions to what he did, never even needed me to know it was him.He had simply wanted me to be happy."I'm sorry." I wiped at my tears. "I didn't know any of this. I...""You don't have to apologize." Yale's voice remained soft. "Loving you was my choice. You never owed me anything for it."He paused before adding, "And if you don't feel the same, I
Once, a friend mentioned offhand, "I heard Yvie's planning her wedding, but apparently she's doing everything herself. Caleb isn't helping with any of it."Yale had been taking a drink of water. His glass stopped halfway to his mouth."What wedding?""Her wedding to Caleb. You didn't know? I think it's next month."Yale set the glass down and didn't ask anything else.That night, he went home and opened the drawer where he kept the black gel pens.There were dozens of them now, enough to fill the entire drawer. Each one marked another moment when he'd thought of her and said nothing.He took one out and wrote a name on a sheet of paper.Yvie Lane.He stared at it, then suddenly laughed.By the time the laughter faded, his eyes were red.She was about to get married. What was he still waiting for?He didn't know.He only knew he couldn't storm into her wedding, confess his feelings, or disrupt the stable life she'd finally built for herself. That wasn't who he was.All he could do was w
He'd quietly add a few punches to her loyalty card at her favorite coffee shop and leave an umbrella hanging outside the English literature building whenever it rained. Maybe she assumed some kind stranger had left it there. Maybe she never noticed at all.Either way, Yale didn't mind. He didn't need her to notice him. Knowing she was doing well was enough.During junior year, Yvie seemed to go through a breakup. For a long time afterward, Yale only ever saw her alone. She went to the library alone, ate in the dining hall alone, walked across campus with her head down, and barely spoke to anyone.Watching her from a distance made something tighten painfully inside him.So many times, he wanted to go over and ask if she was okay. He wanted to finally return that pen and tell her he'd noticed her all the way back in freshman year.But he never did.Because he didn't think another person's feelings were what she needed then.She needed time.So that was what he gave her.By senior year, s
With that, I turned and walked away. I thought I heard Caleb calling after me, but I never looked back.Outside the hotel, I was passing the fountain near the entrance when I suddenly stopped.Yale stood there, leaning casually against the edge of a planter with a cup of coffee in his hand. Somehow, even doing nothing, he looked effortlessly good.Heat rushed to my face.I had no idea whether he'd overheard my conversation with Caleb, or how much of it he'd heard, and I immediately found myself trying to explain."What are you doing here? And what I said back there... I only said all that because I was trying to make Caleb understand there was no chance of us getting back together. Don't read too much into it."Yale simply looked at me.Under his gaze, I grew increasingly self-conscious. "Seriously, don't get the wrong idea. This is an arranged marriage. I know what this is, so I'm not going to...""Yvie."The sound of my name stopped me.I looked up.Yale stood with the morning sun be
The hotel's breakfast buffet was on the first floor. I filled a plate with a few pieces of fruit and had just settled into a seat by the window when someone stopped in front of my table.I looked up.It was Caleb.Dark circles bruised the skin beneath his eyes, stubble shadowed his jaw, and he looked as though he hadn't slept at all. The moment our eyes met, something flickered to life in his expression, only to fade again almost immediately."Yvie.""Mr. Grant. Did you need something?"His lips trembled at the formality.He stepped closer and stopped across from me. "Yvie, I'm sorry."His voice was so hoarse it barely sounded like his own."I know those words aren't enough. They're so inadequate even I know they don't come close to making any of this right. But I still need to say them, because I don't know what else I can say."I didn't say anything as I continued staring at him."I spent the whole night thinking about us, about all these years we've been together. The more I thought
"Tell me."Yves hesitated. "Nina may have faked the whole stomach thing. I heard her on the phone in the hallway yesterday. She said, 'Just help me this once. I can't stand letting it end like this.'"Caleb shot to his feet. "What did you say?""Caleb, Nina isn't who you think she is." Yves struggled to get the words out. "She turned down your proposal back then because she'd gotten back together with her ex. After they broke up again, she regretted it, but by then you were already with Yvie."He paused. "And now that she knows you're marrying Yvie, she..."Caleb didn't wait to hear the rest. He turned around and headed straight back to the hospital.Nina was still in her room, and her face lit up the moment she saw him."Caleb, you're back?""Nina, I need to ask you something.""What?""Was there actually anything wrong with your stomach?"The smile froze on her face. "What... what do you mean?""Yves told me everything." Caleb's voice was low. "You faked being sick. You called someo







