Reclaiming Her Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Sylvia Violet's mouth hung open in shock as she slowly turned her head from me to Logan, then back to me again.“You’re telling me this is Logan?” she asked dramatically, pointing at him as if he were a character in a crime series.I sighed, a bit embarrassed. “Yes, Violet. That's Logan.”Her jaw dropped again. “The same Logan that made you cry for three months straight? The one that made you cancel your birthday plans and sit in the dark for hours?”I nodded, trying to avoid Logan’s gaze. My fingers fidgeted with my straw.“The one that made you not able to eat breakfast again?”“Yes,” I said with my head down.“You have got to be kidding me,” she said, eyes wide. “This man traumatized you and then just showed up looking like some Greek god with a cold face, and you… you… you’re hanging out with him?!”Logan cleared his throat awkwardly and looked at her calmly. “I understand your reaction. And I don’t blame you.”“Oh, you don’t?” Violet shot back, clearly not ready to let things sl

SylviaI had just come out of a patient's room and was walking down the hallway, checking the time on my wristwatch. My shift had been calm so far, a few consultations, a minor surgery, and nothing too dramatic. But in a hospital, peace never lasts long.Suddenly, the loudspeaker buzzed.“Code Blue. Room 302. Code Blue. Room 302.”The words echoed through the hallway like a gunshot. My heart jumped. That meant someone’s heart had stopped. Someone was dying.I didn’t even think twice. I dropped the file I was holding on the nurse’s desk and took off running.“Clear the hallway!” I shouted as I dashed through the corridor.People moved out of the way. Nurses were already rushing with the crash cart. I reached Room 302 in seconds and flung the door open.Inside, a man in his late sixties lay lifeless on the bed, his wife screaming and sobbing near his side. His monitors were flatlining, a continuous, haunting beep filled the room.“What happened?” I asked quickly as I grabbed gloves and

VioletThe moment I stepped out of the car, a wave of emotion hit me.The gates creaked open slowly, and as I stepped inside, a gentle breeze welcomed me like an old friend. My heart swelled instantly. The compound was just as I remembered, maybe even more beautiful.Tall palm trees lined the driveway like royal guards, their fronds swaying lazily in the afternoon sun. The flowers in the garden bloomed in bold colors, orange hibiscus, deep purple bougainvillea, and little white lilies that danced lightly with the wind. The scent of jasmine floated in the air, sweet and familiar.The garden was decorated beautifully, soft pastel colors, elegant flowers, and the smell of fresh croissants and brewed coffee filled the air. Soft music played in the background. Waiters moved around in crisp white uniforms, holding trays of juice and mini pancakes. It was exactly how my mom liked her breakfast parties, classy, light, and full of love.The walls were freshly painted, still gleaming with a sof

Sylvia I chewed slowly, thankful for the laughter echoing around me. Violet always knew how to lift a room’s energy. Even Victor, with his annoying jokes, somehow made the air feel lighter.I hadn’t wanted to eat.But I was trying. For her. For myself.Violet leaned closer and whispered, “You good?”I nodded, whispering back, “I’m getting there.”I glanced around the table, feeling a wave of peace. Logan was quiet, as usual, but I caught him watching me every now and then with that soft look, guys rarely showed, the kind that wasn’t loud or showy, but sincere.Violet mum stood up to check on something, and her Dad followed shortly after, leaving us, the younger crowd, at the table.“So,” Victor said, sipping his juice. “What’s the plan for today, ladies? Shopping? More bumping into each other randomly and starting hallway battles?”“I might just trip you next time I see you,” Violet replied sweetly, batting my lashes.“Noted. I’ll wear knee pads from now on.”I chuckled softly. “You

LoganThe sound of laughter danced around the table, bouncing off the walls and wrapping around us like a soft blanket. For the first time in what felt like ages, I wasn't thinking about work deadlines, family pressure, or the mess I’d made back then, the one that had nearly cost me the woman now sitting beside me.Sylvia.I glanced at her from the corner of my eye. She was laughing, genuinely. That soft, real kind of laugh that started in her chest and lit up her face. The shadows I’d seen in her eyes this morning were gone now, or at least hiding for the night. And seeing her like this, even for a moment, made something tight and stubborn in my chest begin to ease.She looked beautiful without trying. She wasn't even putting on makeup at this moment. Her hair was loosely tied back, a strand falling across her cheek. I wanted to tuck it behind her ear, but I stopped myself. Not yet. She wasn’t mine, not anymore. And maybe not ever again.But I could be patient.“I still think Violet’