Semua Bab Tuberose: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Michael's POV -The early morning light filters into the cafe as I begin my weekend routine, sweeping the floor and tidying up. My heart flutters with hopeful anticipation, and I steal glances at Abby's home, yearning for even a glimpse of her. But the familiar emptiness remains a void that's persisted for two long years. In all that time, she hasn't uttered a single word to me.2 years ago, It was my dad who eventually managed to convince her to let me work in the cafe again. He called her, pleading on my behalf, and somehow, she relented. It was a glimmer of hope, a chance to be near her again, even if it meant just being in the same space.As I go about my morning tasks, a lady enters the cafe, her presence a rare sight in these early hours. I greet her with a warm smile, knowing that today it's just the two of us working here."Hello, ma'am. What can I get you?" I ask politely, ready to jot down her order."One espresso with chocolate fudge, please," she replies, her own smile mirr

Michael's POV -"Could you gather enough proof? I can't let this go." I ask my private detective."Yes, Mr. Pattinson. I am mailing you. Please check once and if you are satisfied then we will take our further move." He replies and I nod.I hang up and hear the sound of a knock on the door. "May I come in?" Abby's voice. I close my eyes with serenity and turn to her immediately."Of course, it's your house, Abby." I can't explain how happy I am right now."Well, I need to have a discussion with you. If you are free then let's talk in the living room." She wants to talk to me. That's what I was yearning for."Sure, I am coming. Just one minute." I started buttoning my shirt as I couldn't complete it due to the call. I will check my mail later. Now, it's the most important moment."I am waiting." She leaves with her neutral face. I rush behind her by keeping the top three buttons open.She is sitting on the sofa. I get closer and stand there. "Sit down, please." She is playing with her

Michael's POV - I wanted to punish Ema for her deeds but it's not possible if Abby doesn't want it. So, I preferred to skip it. I am heading home. The day has been long and tiresome, a relentless cycle of work and responsibilities. As I finally step out of my car and into the dimly lit evening, I clutch a bunch of tuberoses in my hand – a daily ritual, a way to keep Abigail's memory alive, and her fragrance close. It's the closest I can get to her these days. But just as I open my car door, a searing, unbearable pain shoots through my left shoulder blade, cutting through me like a bolt of lightning. The pain is so intense that I freeze, unable to move or even turn my head. Darkness crowds at the edges of my vision, and I find myself gasping for breath. "Abby..." I manage to whisper, her name escaping my lips like a desperate plea. In that agonizing moment, I wondered if this was it – if I was finally meeting my end. It's a bittersweet thought because if I am to die, I want it to be

Michael's POV -Pain pulses through my body as we speed through the city streets, my thoughts consumed by one burning question: where is Abby? I've tried calling her countless times, my desperation growing with each unanswered ring. It's as if she's vanished into thin air, leaving me with a deep sense of emptiness.In my desperation, I dial my father's number. "Dad," I say urgently, "I need you to call Abby and keep the line open for at least 30 seconds. We can trace her location that way."The seconds feel like hours as I wait for my father's call back. Every passing moment is a torment, and I can't bear the thought of Abby slipping further away from me.Finally, my father's name flashes on my screen, and I answer with bated breath. "Dad, did you—"But his words cut me off. "She hung up, Mick," he says with a heavy sigh. "And she sent a message, saying she'll talk to you when she returns to California."My heart sinks as I hear those words. I wanted to see her, to hold her, to beg for

Abigail's POV -Days flow steadily, like a calm river winding its way through life's landscapes. I sit at my desk, penning down words that weave stories of love and heartache. Fragrance of Love, my most successful novel to date, brought the intoxicating aroma of success into my life. Now, I'm immersed in crafting its sequel, Fragrance of Love Season 2, hoping to give the love it couldn't find in the first part—a story mirroring my own life's journey, finding its path to happiness.These past two years have been transformative. The catering business Chole and I started, now known as 'A&C,' has flourished under Chloe's capable leadership. Despite Michael's proposal for a business collaboration between our companies, I was adamant about maintaining our individuality. Our love might be on the mend, but our businesses remained separate entities.In this time, I've managed to complete seven books, each a piece of my heart poured onto the pages. Fragrance of Love holds a special place, its su