All Chapters of Dropped from Heaven: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"You can always come home, sweetheart," my mother replied, as caring as ever.After I hung up, the memories of the past thirty years played in my mind like an old movie, frame by frame.Back when we were children, still playing in the mud, he had grabbed my hand and promised to marry me when we grew up.When I was bullied at school, he took on ten kids by himself, shielding me with his battered body and flashing a cheeky grin through the pain. "Don't be scared! No one will ever bully you again!"In our rental apartment, he worked nonstop—fighting in underground rings, working part-time, and even selling his blood, before tucking each and every cent he made into my hands with care."I'll prove to everyone that you made the right choice by picking me."Later, after he rose to fame and was revered by many, he adopted the habit of going to auctions and winning bids just to please me.But now, Mia was the one he couldn't live without.All those memories that I treasured so dearly be

Right then, Mia clutched her hand and ran out. Terrence withstood barely ten seconds of it before his expression went grim, and he told me, "There's been an emergency with one of my projects, so I have to go to the company."His phone hadn't even rang. He didn't even bother to spend a few brain cells on thinking of a plausible excuse.I walked to the window, and there they were in the yard of the villa next door. Terrence, who just said that he was heading to his company moments ago, was holding Mia in a tight embrace, examining her hand carefully.As they stood there, the wind carried their conversation to my ears.Mia's voice came soft and filled with sorrow, as if she was facing a great injustice. "Terrence, I hate sneaking around like this… Everyone thinks that Tanya's your wife, not me…"Terrence sighed, his voice a low whisper. "Just wait a little longer, Mia. Tanya and I have known each other for nearly thirty years. If we move too fast, she might not be able to handle the

Mia leaned into Terrence's arms, her cheeks flushed pink as she traced lazy circles across his chest."Terrence, that woman won't ever bother us again, right…?"Her voice was soft and stickly-sweet, tinged with the smugness of someone who had just won a battle.Terrence didn't respond, his thoughts flitting to the ward next door. Somehow, he felt empty, and his heart sank heavily like it was missing a piece.Not noticing his state of mind, Mia continued, "You should have seen the way she looked at me! She was terrifying, so thank goodness you…""Shut up!"Terrence shook her arm off him, suddenly feeling like her voice was shrill to his ears.Mia, understandably, was stunned, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears."T-Terrence?"Without even looking at her again, he stood up and walked out of her hospital ward quickly. The hallways were lit with bright, white lighting, and as he walked, the anxiety in his heart grew.He walked faster and faster, almost breaking into a r

That afternoon, the sun in Florentine was just right. The antiques shop was perfectly quiet and serene, with only the minuscule sounds being made from the repair work being done at the work table.When the windchimes rang, I didn't even raise my head."Sorry, we aren't taking any more orders today."The footsteps didn't leave, only coming closer and stopping right in front of my table.A shadow cast itself over me, bringing with it the familiar scent of tobacco.My tweezers froze in the air for a moment before I put it down slowly, and raised my head.The man who had just arrived was wearing an expensive, custom-made suit, yet it was almost completely wrinkled.Chin stubbled, eyes bloodshot and haggard beyond belief was a face that I'd etched into my memory.It was Terrence.He seemed even more tired and exhausted than he did in the magazine, as if every last bit of vitality had been sucked out of his being, leaving behind an empty husk."Miss Serena."His voice was dreadful

Terrence bought an apartment right across from my shop, and he started standing on the balcony, looking down at my window from dawn till dusk.Steven had once joked that he was probably a performance artist.I didn't reply, only silently drawing the curtains.At that point, Terrence had already gone crazy, throwing every clumsy, desperate, and honestly brutish tactic at me, trying to bulldoze his way back into my life.That evening, Steven was walking me home. The streetlights cast a warm, dim glow over us, stretching our shadows long across the cobblestone.He muttered the entire way, and he finally stopped walking and cleared his throat, his expression so solemn one would think he was making a sacred vow."Serena, I learned a saying, ah… Come hell or high water, I would go… For you…"His azure irises were filled with sincerity, and though he was so clumsy that I almost laughed, I couldn't help but feel the warmth in my heart.Just as I was about to reply, a shadow barrelled o