Todos los capítulos de LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

ZACH'S POV "Zach... Do you think this is a good idea?" Mr. Ike objected. "We both know I've always wanted to make a movie of my own," I told him. "I know... But with Jade? She’s practically off the market, and the story isn't what is wanted or expected on screen. People want spicy romance, and if it's action, it should be worth it, not some silly movie about postpartum." I flared up, "Did you just say silly? I am an adult and can make my own decisions." "Exactly, but you are bound to me by contract, and whatever I say about your career goes," he retorted, which I was glad would end a year later. “There’s no room for sentiments when it comes to making money. We have to give the audience what they want, and you know it. Jade is an amazing actress, no doubt, but…” That man can be so annoying, but I had to tread lightly not to push him into doing something treacherous. I had to think of a way to tame him so he could see a glimpse of my vision for the movie. I closed the do

BELLA’S POV I had a hectic week ensuring Mr Maurice was happy with my reports and the staff. After work, Jemima, Clara, and I went to a nearby restaurant to relax before heading home to kick off the weekend. As the night fell, the street came alive with the nightlife. "Finally, no more Mr Maurice tomorrow," Clara said with a sigh as she sipped her drink. "I think I might have a crush on him," Jemima admitted dreamily. "Are you serious? Even with his attitude?" Clara shot back. "It's a free world, Clara. Let her speak her mind," a voice interrupted. We looked up, and it was Mr. Maurice standing near our table. Jemima blushed and giggled like a schoolgirl, "This is so embarrassing." "Because it is..." I muttered. She looked up at him, blushing furiously as he smiled softly at her. "Don't be embarrassed, Ms. Jemima. It's a free world," he said, taking a seat with us. "I know I can be quite charming," he joked. I glanced at Jemima, who seemed to be melting. He then turned to Clar

Zach was back at work, leaving me alone as usual, engrossed in the pages of my book. I used the world of my book as an escape from the reality of being unemployed. It was a time to reflect on what I should be doing after being told to find myself. Perhaps, I am in a phase of healing, though I am uncertain about my next steps. I found solace in a cup of coffee whenever the urge to drink alcohol arose, a transition that has not been easy. Nonetheless, I am making an effort. I am working hard to embrace self-love and move past my past. I tried not to push away the few remaining people in my support system. The pages of the books I was reading were not enough. I am not the type of woman who can remain idle for too long, so I thought, "Why not visit the gym every day?" The following day, I headed to the nearby gym bright and early. Most of the people there were familiar with me and the rumours surrounding me, which was evident from their expressions. About 80% of them welcomed and liked m

"He did that?" "Yes. I was quite taken aback myself," I responded to the lady seated across from me. The office was pleasant and cosy; gazing at the woman's countenance assured me that I could confide in her. She had been an attentive listener all along. She was recommended to me by one of the incredible individuals I met at the gym, and my sessions with her have been excellent thus far. "First and foremost, I must commend you for your courage in opening up to him. It truly requires a lot of bravery to confess to him despite being aware of the potential outcomes," she remarked. "Thank you," I murmured, wiping away the remnants of tears on my face with the tissue in my hand. "So, how have you been feeling since then?" I exhaled, raising my head slightly with my gaze fixed on the wall behind her. "I felt relieved; relieved that I was no longer concealing things from him; it felt like a weight of the secret had been lifted, and I felt a sense of ease; but somehow, it didn't alleviat

"Would you like me to prepare your bath?" I paused in the middle of sipping my tea and turned to face him. I swallowed, "What exactly do you mean by 'prepare my bath'?" I inquired. "Don't worry, I am fully capable of doing it myself," I insisted. "Are you certain?" he persisted. "Yes, I am," I responded, attempting to avoid overreacting. Placing the cup on the tray, I started to rise from the bed. "Where are you off to?" he inquired. "I need to head to the gym, so I must get ready," I explained. "Should I accompany you?" he asked. "No, you can stay here and wait for my return. It should only take around two to three hours," I reassured. "Two to three hours?" he exclaimed. "Are you sure about this? What if you injure yourself?" he countered. "I am not a child, Zach. I am perfectly capable of looking after myself," I insisted. Just as the words left my lips, I accidentally bumped my leg against one of the clothing boxes near the closet. I winced, and before I knew