All Chapters of After One Night : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ella’s POV Jordan told me he loved me after our intense love-making session. He made sex feel like everything I’d once believed it wasn’t. As he slept beside me, so still and serene, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I was happy knowing I gave him peace. Honestly, I didn’t care about Fiona or anyone else anymore. All that mattered was loving this man the way he deserved. I woke up early and decided to make breakfast before he got up. I was determined to make every moment of our stay here unforgettable. He loved me, and I loved him. Nothing else held weight in comparison. I pulled on an oversized T-shirt, pressed a soft kiss to his sleepy cheek, and headed to the kitchen. This morning felt different—charged, special, like it had been wrapped in magic. I felt… complete. Everything was finally perfect. I got started on scrambled eggs with avocado toast. Sure, we could’ve ordered in, but I wanted to put effort into this. I was just setting the table when a pair of arms wrapped around m

Ella’s POV Fiona’s words hit me like a rock to the chest. For once, I thought I truly mattered to someone. But it turns out I’d been played again. I was such a fool. I stood frozen in the Denver mansion, numb and uncertain, not knowing whether to cry, scream, or just collapse. Jordan had been talking for a while, but his voice was a distant hum. I could see his lips moving, but the words wouldn’t register. I fought back tears, but it was too late as they spilled freely. “Can I go ahead with John first?” I asked hollowly, barely looking at him. I didn’t care what he said anymore. He nodded slowly and gave John the instruction. The car ride was painfully silent. John occasionally glanced at me through the rearview mirror, concern etched into his face. “Ma’am, is everything okay?” he finally asked. I wanted to scream—No, nothing is okay! Your boss is a lying cheat! But I couldn’t find the strength or the voice. I just nodded numbly, pretending I was fine. When we arrived at Jord

Ella’s POV I sat in a place where many enter and never make it out alive—praying the man I love would wake up from his coma and love me again. The air reeked of antiseptic, sterile chemicals, and the faint, cold scent of medicine. It had been four long months since Jordan was shot, and this had become the worst time of my life. Coming to the hospital every day, seeing him in that condition—it tore me apart. The day Dr. Liam called, my heart sank. How could something like this happen just when we were about to start our life together? Maya and I rushed to the hospital, but his family had arrived long before us. His mother had driven me away without a second thought, screaming that I was the reason her son lay there—motionless, barely clinging to life. Everything changed for me in a single day. I also learned that John had died in the shootout. The news shattered me. John was the only person close to Jordan who had truly liked me. He was kind, always respectful. Why did something

Ella’s POV Jordan’s question hit me like a slap. Was he seriously joking right now? Because if he was, this wasn’t funny—not in the slightest. “Who are you? Where am I?” Jordan asked again, his eyes searching my face like I was a stranger, like he had never seen me in his entire life. Before I could react, a medical team burst in, surrounding his bed, checking his vitals, and confirming he was stable. “Ma’am, Miss Fiona and Mrs. Diane will be here any second. I suggest you leave to avoid a scene,” Dr. Liam urged, his tone low but firm. I didn’t care about them. All I wanted was to know how my fiancé was doing. “I’ll leave later. They won’t dare cause trouble. Jordan’s awake,” I said with quiet confidence. The medical team quickly cleared out, leaving only Dr. Liam and me in the room. “So, Dr. Liam… is Jordan okay?” I asked, barely holding myself together. “Yes, he is,” he said curtly. “But I’ll give the full report when Mrs. Denver arrives.” Before I could respond, Jordan snap

Ella’s POV “Ella, I wish we could at least go back and pay our respects to Mrs. Rose,” Maya murmured, tears slipping silently down her cheeks. “She always looked out for us, even though we weren’t her own.” Her words hit me hard. Mrs. Rose had been our rock—gentle, wise, and always ready with a warm meal or a kind word. She tried so hard to guide us toward better paths. And now she was gone. Just like everything else in my life. How much more was I supposed to take? In one day, Jordan forgot everything we shared, sent me a restraining order, and now Mrs. Rose was dead? I hadn’t even told him about the baby yet. Not that I could. His vile mother had already rejected the child without even him knowing. “Don’t worry, girl,” Maya said, trying to sound upbeat despite the pain in her eyes. “We’ll be fine. I know we came here for money, but things have taken a sharp left. I’ll head out tomorrow to look for another cleaning job—something to get us through the month. We’ll need supplies for