All Chapters of Reclaiming Her Love: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LoganThe afternoon sunlight poured gently through my office window, casting long, gold streaks across the floor. The day had been long, meetings, calls, paperwork, but my mind had barely been at work. No matter how hard I tried to focus, Andrea kept creeping into my thoughts. Was she eating well? Did she take her medication on time? Were Violet and Sylvia keeping her company?Finally, I gave up trying to act like the responsible CEO, gathered my keys and jacket, ignoring the voice in my head telling me to go home. My heart felt too restless for that. By the time I got to the hospital, the air was cool and smelled faintly of disinfectant mixed with blooming flowers from the garden outside.As I turned down the corridor leading to Andrea’s ward, I almost collided with someone rounding the corner.“Oh! I’m so sorry….” I started, and then froze.It was Sylvia.Her eyes widened in surprise. She looked different out of her usual professional mood, softer, more relaxed. Her white coat hung

Andrea Later that evening, after Logan left to make some calls, Violet and I sat beneath the old almond tree in the hospital’s garden. The setting sun painted the world in shades of gold and rose, the air thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth. Patients and nurses moved quietly through the walkways, but here, beneath the soft rustling leaves, it felt like the world had slowed down just for us.Violet handed me a small paper cup of juice and sank beside me on the grass. “So,” she said finally, breaking the comfortable silence, “we’re really doing this?”“Of course,” I replied, lowering my voice with mock seriousness. “We’re getting them back together.”She turned to me, her brows raised, lips curving into a sly grin. “Alright, strategist. What’s your grand plan this time?”I smiled to myself, glancing at the hospital window where I knew my brother was pacing, talking to someone on the phone. “Step one,” I began, “we make them spend more time together. I’ll start asking Sylvia to ha

Logan The flight to Atlanta was smooth, but I barely paid attention. My mind kept drifting, to Andrea, to Sylvia, to the last few months that had been chaos and comfort all at once. I looked out the window as the city lights appeared below me, and I couldn’t help but think that life had a way of balancing everything, pain and peace always came hand in hand.After landing, my driver took me straight to my friend’s estate. His name was David Collins, the governor of Atlanta. He was an old college friend who had grown into one of the sharpest political minds in the country, and one of the most stubborn men I knew.I was supposed to be in a meeting with one of my tech investment teams that evening, but David had insisted I visit him first.When I arrived, his guards escorted me into a large sitting room overlooking the city skyline. David was sitting in a lounge chair, his face looking pale but his eyes still full of fire.“Logan!” he said, getting up to hug me. “Man, look at you! I have

Sylvia The restaurant Logan chose wasn’t the usual kind of fancy place men took women to impress them. It was warm, cozy, and quiet, the kind of spot where conversations bloomed easily. The walls were lined with soft lights that glowed like fireflies, and a slow jazz tune hummed in the background. It wasn’t crowded, just the right amount of peace.He had picked me up right after my shift, still in my light blue dress and white coat. I tried to protest, saying I looked too tired, but he just smiled and said, “You look perfect, Sylvia. Come on, before I change my mind and eat without you.”Now sitting across from him, I couldn’t help but feel the familiar nervous warmth that always came with him being near. It wasn’t new, that slow, quiet spark between us, but tonight, it felt different. It felt… closer.“So,” I began, stirring my drink, “how was Atlanta? You didn’t burn the place down with your business ideas, did you?”Logan chuckled, leaning back with that relaxed confidence that al

SylviaIt was barely 9 a.m. when I finally sat down behind my desk, sipping my coffee and trying to get my brain to function properly. I had a long day ahead, patient consultations, a few surgical team meetings, and then I had to finalize a presentation for the upcoming medical conference. My desk was already cluttered with files, and I was halfway through reviewing one when a light knock came on my door.“Come in,” I said, my eyes still glued to the report.The door opened, and the familiar scent of a particular cologne, one that had somehow managed to tattoo itself in my mind, drifted in first. Before I could even look up, that deep, warm voice followed.“Well, good morning, Doctor Sylvia.”My head snapped up, and there he was, Logan. Dressed in a fitted navy-blue suit that made him look like he walked straight out of a magazine, his tie loose around his neck in that effortlessly charming way he always managed to pull off.“Logan,” I said, surprised, placing my pen down. “You’re ear