All Chapters of Reclaiming Her Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

SYLVIE“There is no way I'm doing this,” I stood in front of my foster mother and sister with my hands on my waist, ready to pounce on them if need be. I placed the contract marriage agreement on the table, my heart racing with anticipation and a hint of fear. The very thought of entering into a loveless marriage sent shivers down my spine.“You act like you have a choice,” Emily, my foster sister said with a grin on her lips. This deal was made on her behalf but right now, it looks like the tide has turned.“But I do have a choice. I am a member of this family, "I folded my arms underneath my breast, trying to appear more confident than I felt. The truth was, I had always felt like an outsider in this family, and moments like these only reinforced that feeling. I felt like I was trapped in a never-ending nightmare, with no escape from the clutches of my foster family.“If you are a member of this family, I suggest you put on your big girl pants and do what is asked of you,” Maryann,

SYLVIEI took a sharp breath as my eyes met with Logan’s. What is he doing here? Isn’t he supposed to be on a business trip?I could feel the eyes of everyone on me, waiting to pounce on me. My sweaty hands squeezed my proposal paper as my anxiety got the better of me.“Wasting my time isn't on my itinerary today, Dr. Rhodes,” Logan said and I swallowed hard. No one in the hospital apart from Maryann and Emily knows we are married. Logan demanded we keep it a secret.Not only am I in a loveless marriage, but I'm in a secret one too. “I’m sorry, this was a mistake,” I said and turned around.“Do not walk out that door,” I heard Maryann’s voice and I turned. “You asked to be heard,” her tone felt cold. “So you better speak up.”I looked at my husband, hoping to find a glimmer of assurance but his expression was unreadable, his eyes piercing through me like ice. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I turned back to Maryann.“I...I apologize,” I stammered, trying to compose myself. My tre

SYLVIEWalking into the hallway of the hospital felt like PTSD to me. Memories of Logan and Kate kept replaying in my head. I shrugged it off and walked in further.Despite the numerous changes. The new paint on the wall, a new picture of my father. Including a brand new design of the hospital name. There is still that constant, which can stand the test of time. The smell.A sterile mix of antiseptic and freshly laundered scrubs filled my lungs, an all-too-familiar scent that instantly transported me back to the past. It’s a past I had worked so hard to escape.I exhaled slowly, straightening my posture. I wasn’t that broken woman anymore. I wasn’t the naive, lovesick girl desperate for scraps of affection from a man who never truly saw me.No.I am Dr. Sylvie Rhodes, one of the most sought-after surgeons in the country, and I was here on my terms.As I moved down the corridor, I caught sight of familiar faces, some nodding in recognition, others whispering behind my back. They knew.

Logan I sprinted after Sylvie, my long strides eating up the distance between us. I had to talk to her, to explain, to apologize. But as I watched her quicken her pace, her heels clicking on the pavement, I realized I was losing ground. She didn't want to hear from me, and I couldn't blame her.As I finally caught a glimpse of her face, I saw tears streaming down her cheeks. My heart sank. I wondered why she was crying and seeing me had clearly made matters worse. I stopped in my tracks, my feet feeling heavy, as she reached her car and slipped inside. The engine roared to life, and she pulled away from the curb, leaving me standing alone on the sidewalk.I stood there for a moment, feeling like I'd been punched in the gut. I had missed Sylvie terribly since she'd left me. All those years, I'd treated her badly, convinced I'd never love her. But the truth was, I'd been blinded by my own insecurities. I'd pushed her away, criticized her, and belittled her efforts to please myself. I r