Anika's P.O.V I acted impulsively, unsure of my thoughts. He reciprocated the kiss, drawing me close. His gentle touch sent shivers down my spine. My hands clung to his neck, urging him on. Then, he took the lead, his kiss silencing my pain. My heart raced as our lips met. His kiss was both tender and passionate, like a spellbinding enchantment. Our lips fit together perfectly. Breaking for air, I grinned and nibbled my lip. "That was... incredible," he beamed. "Yeah..." I placed my hand on his chest. "How long was I unconscious?" he inquired, adjusting himself on the pillow. "For over a month," I answered, my eyes misting over. "Are you tearing up?" he worriedly questioned. "I'm alright." I stood, wiping away a tear, and turned to face him. "I almost lost you, and it's been the most terrifying experience I've ever faced," I sniffled. "I'm sorry," he responded. "I need to call the doctor. You've just woken up from a two-month coma, and you're still weak. What if something g

Anika's P.O.V I stormed out of his house and slammed the door shut behind me. The tears that I had struggled to keep at bay now streamed down my face. I rushed to my car and drove away, finding myself at a park where I hunched over the steering wheel. How could he? How could he confess his love for me? I never wanted to be the object of affection for any guy, especially not him. Maybe I should have seen this coming, but all I ever wanted was a strong friendship. Why did he have to fall for me? Guys can be heartless and cruel, and I swore I would never let myself be vulnerable to them again, no matter the circumstances. I gave Richard another chance when he pleaded for it, and what did I receive in return? Double the pain. Double the betrayal. Double the devastation. That was the pattern with guys. They pretend to be kind, but eventually, they betray you. I believed Kelvin genuinely wanted my friendship, and I was content with that so why did he have to complicate things by fa

Anika's P.O.V "Anika, I'm sorry," Kathy entered my office, still following me. "They should've informed us about the rescheduled meeting," I exhaled. "Yes, but-" "I woke up early solely for this pointless meeting," I interrupted. "I understand-" "I nearly choked on my food while rushing here." "Well-" "I came close to having an accident, thinking I was running late." "Thank goodness you didn't-" "You know what? It's called off!" I shouted. "What- What's called off?" "Our deal with them. It's off, and regardless of what you attempt to convey, my decision won't change," I said as I took a seat and let out a sigh. "But-" "Cancel the agreement immediately!" I exclaimed. "Alright, fine. But before I do so, remember that this company is in a precarious state and could suffer significant losses without proper care. Also, your dad put in a lot of effort to elevate this company before he passed away..." She paused and then continued. "He entrusted this company to you because he

Anika's P.O.V Time came to a standstill. I didn't budge, not even as raindrops began to plummet and then intensified, assaulting my bare skin with stinging force. Cold enveloped me, seeping into my bones, and prompting shivers. There I stood, drenched in the middle of the road. Though I knew I should hurry home before catching a cold, a part of me seemed to welcome the discomfort, as if I were punishing myself. He had walked away, instructing me to keep my distance. Did he loathe me that intensely? I was well aware of the mistakes I'd made in the past, but my remorse remained unceasing, a burden I bear to this day. I felt the warmth of tears trickling down my cheeks, a stark reminder that I was crying. At the very least, he could acknowledge my greetings. Perhaps I earned this treatment; I inflicted deep hurt upon him, and now he held an overwhelming disdain for me, despite the passage of five years. I couldn't fathom why, but the pain was agonizing. My heart quivered, more tears

Anika's P.O.V With a groan, I surveyed the cup, realizing just one scoop of ice cream remained. I devoured that final spoonful and placed the cup on the floor, along with the remnants of the other junk I'd consumed. My comfort food had run out, and I had nothing left to stave off my tears. "I can't stand you, Jordan," I muttered to myself. "Why won't you ever listen? Have I hurt you so deeply? I was planning to apologize, even though I knew it wouldn't be enough. Why won't you just give me a chance to explain?" I spoke to myself, my voice laced with emotion as my eyes welled up in tears. The pain was immense. He wasn't the sole sufferer; he needed to grasp that. I had been willing to kneel and plead for his forgiveness. I needed that apology more than he could comprehend, but he drove me away. He ordered me to leave, not even entertaining my words. How evil has he turned out to be? He wasn't the Kelvin I knew. "I despise you, Kelvin, I hate you so much and I never want to see