After unpacking, Elodie said she’d handle the rest on her own. William, of course, ignored that and stayed beside her, folding, arranging, making space in drawers as if he’d been living there with her all along. Later, she showered, letting the hot water run over her until the weight of the day loosened from her shoulders. Dinner followed...simple, and the conversation flowed easily. She felt lighter, her body uncoiling with each passing minute. Later in the bedroom, Williams settled into the chair beside the bed, laptop open. Elodie lay back against the pillows, watching the faint blue glow spill over the angles of his face. The quiet was broken by the sharp buzz of his phone. He glanced at the screen, answered without hesitation. “Thunderbyte? Really? Okay. Of course. He’s struggling now. He’ll need investors… I’m coming.” Something flickered in his expression, not just interest, but something predatory. He closed the call, leaned over to brush a kiss against her cheek,
Elodie’s sobs slowed until they were nothing more than shaky breaths. She stayed in Williams' arms a moment longer before leaning back, her head still heavy, her thoughts tangled. She had no words that could match the weight of what he had just given her. Williams' hand came up, rougher than silk but warmer than anything she knew, brushing the wetness from her cheeks. His eyes didn’t waver. “I want you to move in with me, Elodie.” Her heart skipped, then started beating too fast. She opened her mouth, but before a single sound could escape, he added calmly. “You can’t say no. You absolutely cannot say no, Elodie. Please… move in with me.” She stared at him, searching his face. He wasn’t joking. He wasn’t bargaining. He was asking her to step into his life completely, and she didn’t know if she was ready for that. He must have read the hesitation in her eyes because his jaw tightened, then he said, “You know what? Wait here. I’ll go to your house and bring all your things.”
A knot of unease tightened in Elodie's stomach the moment William’s car pulled up to pick her up from work. He was there, just as he'd promised, waiting for her, but his usual smile was gone, replaced by a rigid set to his jaw and a distant look in his eyes. It was a stark contrast to the lighthearted banter they'd shared in the morning, leaving her puzzled and a little bit worried. The happiness that had hummed between them seemed to have vanished like smoke. As he drove, Elodie noticed he took a different route, veering off the familiar path that led to her house. Her brow furrowed. "Why?" she blurted out, the word escaping before she could temper it. He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, his knuckles turning white. "Why what?" he asked, his voice clipped, betraying the effort he was making to keep his composure. "Why aren't you taking me home?" Elodie pressed, her voice softer now. "I mean, you called to ask if I was done, and I said yes. You offered to pick me u
The morning sun poured through the windows like a warm blanket, casting soft light over two souls finally at peace. Elodie stirred first, her cheek resting against Williams’s chest. His arms were still wrapped around her, as if even in sleep he was afraid to let her go. They didn’t say much as they woke. They didn’t need to. Their silence was a language all its own...a quiet that hummed with gratitude, with the kind of intimacy built over time, broken, and rebuilt again. They showered together, laughing like children under the spray of warm water. Afterward, Elodie moved through the kitchen with surprising ease, barefoot and radiant, chopping vegetables while Williams scrambled eggs. They argued briefly over seasoning, only to dissolve into laughter when he dropped a spoon into the sink and splashed them both. It was domestic and simple. Strangely perfect. As they ate, Williams reached for her hand. "Will you move in with me?" She paused, her fork halfway to her lips. "No," sh
Elodie didn’t know how long she’d been staring at Williams, but she couldn’t stop. He lay beside her, chest bare, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if in thought. But as if sensing her gaze, he finally turned. Their eyes locked. Neither of them spoke. Then, softly, he said, “Eat dinner with me.” She nodded before she could even think to hesitate. They sat across from each other at the small dining table, the plates of mushroom risotto and grilled shrimp between them now cooling slightly, but neither of them reached for their cutlery at first. They simply stared. Williams was watching her like she might vanish if he blinked. In his mind, he was already making a vow: no matter how many walls she built, no matter how hard she tried to push him away again, he wasn’t going anywhere. He would stay. Uninvited. Shameless. Until she finally gave in and admitted she couldn’t live without him. Across the table, Elodie’s thoughts warred. If she could wake up beside Williams every day for
Inside her office, Elodie locked the door behind her and leaned against it. For a moment, she just stood there… then the dam burst. Tears streamed silently down her cheeks as she slid to the floor, hugging her knees. She reached down and touched her stomach gently, remembering the flutter of tiny kicks that once lived there. TWO YEARS AGO Elodie skimmed through her computer, her eyes searching through different files as her phone beeped. She picked it up from the table and the picture of her husband, Bryce Tanner getting into a hotel room with a woman by his side appeared. She scoffed, "California huh!" He had told her he was going for a business trip in California and had been away for three days. There was a lot of gossip about his numerous affairs and scandalous lifestyle on the Internet and she had suffered moments where people pointed fingers at her gossiping about her family affairs. Elodie rubbed her six months old pregnant belly as she said, "I couldn't care le