Semua Bab MY UNDOING: Bab 101 - Bab 109

MACEY I woke up to Damien holding me close, his arms tight around me like he couldn’t bear to let go. I laughed softly and tried to shift, but he held me down gently. “Five more minutes,” he murmured against my hair, and I melted into him, letting the warmth of his body chase away the edges of sleep. Those five minutes stretched like golden sunlight spilling over everything, and when they were done, he turned me over to face him, brushing my hair back from my face. “Good morning, baby,” he whispered, and kissed me. I kissed him back, soft and lingering, and then pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes. “We need to see the therapist together today,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm but feeling my chest tighten at the thought. Damien’s brow lifted slightly, and he took in a few steady breaths. “Sure,” he said finally. “No problem.” Then we moved together to the bathroom. What was supposed to be a shower quickly became something else for the first thirty minutes, f

MACEY I woke up to an empty bed, which was strange because Damien almost never left before me. He always lingered. He always waited until I blinked awake or shifted closer to him. Most mornings, he pressed a kiss to my forehead or dragged me back into his warmth for one last cuddle before the day officially began. So waking up alone felt wrong. It felt like the air was holding its breath. I stretched lazily, expecting to hear the shower running or his quiet footsteps in the closet, maybe even the soft hum he made when he thought he was alone. But the house was silent. Too silent. When I turned to get out of bed, I froze. My breath caught instantly. Rose petals were scattered across the floor in a perfect, dramatic trail of red that started near the door and disappeared down the hallway. For several long seconds, I just stared at it. My brain was half asleep and half confused, and yet the sight made my lips tug into a slow smile. Damien was romantic, yes. Sweet, yes. Dramat

DAMIEN I was going to show Macey the store today, and I don’t think I had ever been this nervous about anything in my life. Which made no sense because I had done crazier things. I had faced tougher situations, signed deals worth millions, and sat in boardrooms with people who wanted to tear me apart, and none of that ever made my stomach twist the way this did. She was getting dressed, humming to herself as she moved around the room, completely unaware of what was coming. She thought we had dinner reservations. She thought I was taking her out to some fancy restaurant. Meanwhile, I was standing there praying she would not hate what I was about to show her. I hoped she would not think it was too much. I hoped she would not feel pressured. I hoped she would see my heart in it. She wore this soft black dress that hugged her just right, and when she reached for her earrings, I moved to her without thinking. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind and pulled her against me.

MACEY I woke up feeling that familiar flutter of excitement in my chest, the kind that made me want to skip breakfast just to get moving. Damien had shown me my new workspace yesterday, and I could hardly stop thinking about it. I had so much to do today, and the first thing on my list was calling Evelyn. She had given me a chance when I was at my lowest, when I felt like I had nothing to offer the world. It felt wrong to just let things drift without acknowledging her, without thanking her properly. I got dressed carefully, taking my time with every button and every swipe of mascara. I wanted to feel confident and professional, even if it was just brunch with Evelyn. It felt important. I stared at myself in the mirror for a second, smoothing a hand down my blouse and nodding like I was giving myself a little pep talk. Before leaving, I pulled out my phone and sent a message to my therapist. Guess who’s officially engaged? I typed, biting my lip as I hit send. Her reply came almo

And to my readers… this is where I finally drop my pen❤️ Before I do, I want to say THANK YOU for staying with me for this long. The year is slowly wrapping up, and sometimes I still cannot believe I wrote three… maybe even four stories this year. It feels unreal. I am so grateful to every single one of you for being here, for reading, for cheering me on, and for giving my words a home. You have no idea how much that means to me. I could not have written this much without you, truly. Every comment, every like, every message… all of it kept me going. I am thankful for each one of you and also my characters, because through them, I got to meet so many beautiful souls🥺💛 Writing this note fills me with all kinds of emotions. I feel proud, sentimental, grateful, and a little soft in the heart. If I am able to start something new before the end of the year, then I will see you soon. And if not… then I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year in advance🎄✨ Now, I can drop my pen.