MY EX-BOYFRIEND WANTS ME BACK のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

I really do not know how to react to the bouquet even after Sara had left. I managed to convince her it was one of his games to get me back to him.I grabbed my phone, searched for his number, then realised he was still blocked on it. I unblocked him in a few taps, then the call went through. His voice came, all sweet and jovial.“What games are you playing, Marcus? Why send me flowers here?” My voice low but firm.“Relax, it's just flowers… Well, Victoria is returning home tomorrow, she said Maria is coming in today too… So, I'll be leaving the house today… She doesn't have to know we stayed together all through.” He gasped. I hung up. This man was truly evil. That was his plan all along? “There are too many options to want to go back to the same person who hurt you, Samantha.” Those were Sara's words. She was right, damn right. But one thing she wasn't right about was the options part. How do I start over again? How do I learn to trust another? I guess I was leaning toward Marcus

Saturday morning crept in, as if it had known how badly I needed a break, especially as my bones were creaking, my back aiming to take me out with terrible ache, and my head was banging like it was the last holy thing to do. I shifted under the duvet, legs stretching out wide, hands above my head. Heat pooled beneath my neck and along my back. My palm crashed to my forehead. My skin felt hot, too hot. A low groan left my throat before I could stop it.Sleep mask scratched over my eyes as I tore it off and tossed it toward the edge of the bed. It landed somewhere near the pillow. I grabbed the tiny clock on the nightstand, it blinked 8:57 a.m. I hissed, dropping it back where it belonged. The picture of Mia and me stared right in my face, my fingers curled around it, picking it up. Chapped lips parted in a dry smile. I ran my fingertips along the edges.I swallowed. My throat felt dry and thick, as if it could break from how dry it felt.For a moment, I stayed still, staring at Mia'

Then I thought of it, I had always bugged Sara, from when Mia and I lost everything, our home, my mom, to when she let me stay in her apartment. I was beginning to make the friendship feel one-sided. I know she had her own troubles. Things she lets slide and doesn't talk about often so she could be a better friend. So she could be the great listener that she is.No, I wasn't going to tell her just yet, I pulled the phone back into my bag, hands clasped over my bag. My head banged against the skull. Tears blurred my vision. I dragged them back, I wasn't going to attract attention to myself.******I dragged my feet out of the elevator. Strutted through the hallway. Each step heavy. The sensitivity that came with knowing, now made me aware of every symptom, each step I took felt like my stomach was already announcing its contents to everyone. I gulped. The hallway was quiet, except for the usual faint hum of the AC. It finally made sense. The nausea, the backache, the frequent racing

Morning came, sunlight flashed into the room, sheets had gone warm. I dragged my body up, leaning casually against the headboard. I tried recalling how and when I fell asleep. It was the best sleep I had had in weeks. I should be bothered about my new life and what was coming ahead, but the relief Mia's peaceful sleeping face had brought me was enough to lure a thousand and one of me to sleep that easily.This wasn't just news, it was redemption. Even now that I thought of it, it became even clearer. Someone easily let go of $3,000,000 to put a smile on a child's face? There are actually human angels still left in the world. My feet hit the ground. I stood before the mirror. My reflection stared back, the black silk pajama pants and shirt catching the gleam of light from the windows. Just last night I wasn't able to control my tears, but this morning, I felt lighter, hopeful. Then my hand crossed my stomach, the most unnatural thing that I found myself doing since the doctor's offi

I stepped out of my room, the emerald dress catching the chandelier light as I moved. The silk tight on my skin as I walked through the hallway, hugging my hips and flaring right above my knees. One leg peeked out each time I walked. I’d spent too long in front of the mirror earlier, turning left, right, adjusting the thin straps that kept slipping off my shoulders. My chestnut curls bounced loose down my back, still warm from the tongs. Red gloss on my lips, just light yet it caught the light every time I pressed them together. A little mascara, a touch of highlighter on my cheekbones. I had spent time before the dresser getting ready. Nothing heavy. Just enough to make my eyes look bigger, my skin brighter, my eyes shone brighter too. I started down the stairs. The heel of my black strappy sandal clicked once on the floor. Then footsteps behind me, clicking most familiarly. I turned halfway, hand on the railings. Victoria stood at the top landing. Her skin glowed under th