All Chapters of THE WEIGHT OF LOVING YOU: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JESSICA “What the hell are you doing here, Jasper?!”I barely heard my own voice over the pounding in my chest. My heart shot straight into my throat the second I saw him, standing there like a memory I hadn’t asked for but suddenly needed.Then I turned to Liam.Because why the hell was Jasper in my kitchen?!Liam didn’t flinch. He just gave me that stupid calm smile of his and said, “That..” he pointed a lazy thumb at Jasper, “is what’s going on. He surprised us.”That voice. That smile. Ugh. My wall crumbled on the spot.I looked back at Jasper. His face had changed. More lines, maybe. Or maybe I just hadn’t seen him smile in years. The moment my eyes locked on his, it hit me like a soft punch to the chest.I ran into his arms before my brain could catch up.“God,” I breathed into his shoulder. “I’ve missed you so much.”He held me like he meant it, like he’d been waiting too. His palm rubbed small circles on my back, and for a second, it felt like we were seventeen again, stan

JESSICA I didn’t even shut down my system properly. I just wanted out. My heart was racing for no reason—unless you count the fact that my husband was downstairs, and I’d rather be in his arms than breathing recycled office air for one more minute.My hands were shaky as I stuffed papers into my bag, not even checking if they were important. I slammed my laptop shut mid-email. Sorry to whoever was getting that half-written “Best regards.” I could barely hear anything beyond the thump of my heart and the hum of the elevator ticking its way up.“Jess?” a voice called behind me.I looked up too quickly. My coworker, Halima, tilted her head with concern.“You good?” she asked. “You look like you're about to sprint out of here.”I forced a smile, one that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Yeah. Just tired.”She gave me a skeptical once-over. “Tired doesn’t make people forget their ID badge and toss their mouse in their handbag.”I blinked. Sure enough, the wireless mouse was sitting right on t

LIAMI didn’t answer.Instead, I gently slid her off me, careful, like she’d break if I did it too fast. She let me, eyes still burning into me like I owed her a better explanation. Maybe I did.But I didn’t say anything.I got up, walked toward the bathroom. My body was already heavy with the weight of where this conversation was going, and I didn’t want to go there. Not tonight. Not now.“You’re just going to walk off?” she asked from the bed, voice tight.I stopped. Turned slightly. My jaw ticked. God, not now.“I’m not walking off,” I said, sharper than I meant to. “I’m just… done.”“Done with what?” she shot back.“Done with this. With always feeling like I’m not enough for you.”She sat up, covers falling around her waist. “I never said that.”“You don’t have to.”I ran a hand down my face. I didn’t want this argument. I hated this version of us. The one where I felt like I was constantly trying to read her mind, and failing.“You can go if you want,” I said, flat.Her mouth o

Hi everyone, I want to sincerely apologize for my inconsistency lately. There’s been a lot of family drama and unexpected life stuff happening behind the scenes, and it pulled me away more than I intended. But I’m fully back now—and the good news is, we have probably less than 20 chapters to go! I also want to thank you for your patience. If you’ve noticed a shift or dip in the writing at certain points, it’s likely because I wasn’t in the best headspace while working on those parts. This story means a lot to me, and I appreciate every single one of you who’s stuck with it—and with me. Your support has meant more than you know. Thank you for being here. With love, O.J💕

JESSICAI sat beside Lucas in the car, my cheek pressed against the window, the glass cold against my skin. The city outside was a blur—streaks of gold and red light sliding past like a dream I couldn’t wake up from. I wasn’t crying loudly. I wasn’t sobbing or gasping for air. I was just leaking. Quietly. Like my body had finally decided that tears didn’t need my permission anymore.Lucas didn’t say anything at first. Just drove. His hand was firm on the wheel, his knuckles pale, his eyes locked on the road—but I could feel him glancing at me every few seconds. That careful kind of glance, like he was afraid looking too long would make me break. Or maybe make him say the wrong thing.After a few minutes, he finally spoke—soft, slow, like he didn’t want to spook me.“Are you okay?”My lips parted, but I didn’t look at him. I didn’t even blink. I just whispered, “Just keep driving.”That was all I had in me. I didn’t know where I wanted to go, I just knew I didn’t want to stop. Stil