All Chapters of To Love Again: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"Don't ever say that again.""Marissa, I...""Jordan! You heard me. Don't ever say that again. You deserve to live. Why would you even think that? We love you. We need you, Jordan. You deserve to stay alive for us. For yourself. Jordan, you are the kindest, strongest, most thoughtful man I know. You would give up your happiness if it means that someone else can be happy. You saved me. You know that, right? You walked in on me having a breakdown after that fight with Anthony and you just swooped in and changed my life. And I would forever be grateful for that. Jordan, if that doesn't make you deserving of a second chance at life, then I don't know what does."He blinked back tears. "I'm not the saint you think I am, Rissa. There are things about me that you don't know.""I don't care what it is, Jordan. It does change the fact that you're a good man. And it doesn't take away your right to have a good life.""You don't get it, Rissa. I've done some bad things and...""I don't care! I d

Chapter 114I didn't go home. I couldn't. I sat on the bench outside Jordan's ward and watched people come and go. The sun was out in a way that caused the light to sneak in through the hospital windows and leave delicate, golden patterns on the tiled floors. I found myself watching these patterns with some seriousness. There was a cup of coffee in my hand that I hadn't touched. My mind was free. I wasn't worried or unhappy or sad. I was.. content. Happy even.He said yes. Jordan said yes to the surgery.It wasn’t a dramatic moment or anything like that. I hadn't even been there when he agreed to it. I stepped out to take a call, and when I returned, Chloe had a huge smile on her face. He hadn't said anything to her. He just told the nurse to call the doctor in, asked for the consent forms, and then proceeded to sign them. Just like that.Everyone had talked about me being the only one who could convince him, but this wasn't me. It was all Chloe. She had convinced him to do this. She

Chapter 116Fear enveloped me like an armor. It couldn't be. Surely, I hadn't seen what I thought I saw. It had to be a figment of my imagination. I looked again to confirm my fears but it was... gone. He was gone.I sat heavily into a chair in the cafe, unable to utter even one word. I knew what I saw. Who I saw. I could never forget that face even if I had a memory loss.But how? Anthony was in jail. He shouldn't yet have gotten out. How did... And what was he even doing here? How did he know? Had he been watching me? Could it be that he was...No. It couldn’t be anything of the sort. This was just me being paranoid. It had been a tiring week. I needed rest. My brain was probably trying to turn my worries on a villain, and who better than Anthony? I took a deep breath and swallowed. Anthony wasn't here. He couldn't be. And I was stronger than this fear. I'd gotten over it, after all. I had sent Anthony to jail. He couldn't hurt me anymore.Still, my pulse thudded in my ears as I

So we were going to Italy in two weeks. We hadn't even talked much about it. After Jordan brought it up, he closed his eyes in exhaustion and I placed a small kiss on his forehead before slipping out of the room.It was good to see that he was out of danger but we had to remember that he was still weak. He needed to rest. I didn't go home that night. I just wanted to be close to him, even if it just involved staying somewhere in the hospital premises and being content in the knowledge that he was in there, alive and well. We spent a couple more days in the hospital because the hospital needed to go on monitoring Jordan. When Jordan was finally released, we were all relieved. It was so surreal. It felt unreal what we had gone through this past week. And now, knowing that the worst was over now.Later, as we all stood in the parking lot saying our goodbyes, I offered to cook. It was the only thing I could think of that made sense. I needed to do something with my hands, something warm,

Marissa's POVThe room was dark. I didn't know how long I'd been in here but I did know that it had been hours. I'd lost track of time. The darkness in the room made it such that I couldn't even say how long I'd been there. Minutes? Hours? Maybe longer. Time had stopped meaning anything the moment I woke up in the dark, disoriented, with a dull ache throbbing behind my eyes and a blindfold pressing against my skin. Everything was still. It didn't make sense that the silence was this loud in my ears, and the air smelled like damp concrete and old wood. I wasn’t cold exactly, but the chill in the room clung to my skin and sat heavy on my chest.I'd tried to move when I first came to, tried to feel around me, but my hands had been tied behind my back, and something sharp scraped against my wrist each time I tugged. That was when the panic started to bloom. I’d tried to scream, but my throat had been too dry, and there was no one to hear me anyway.I remembered being in a good mood. I'