All Chapters of Not bound by honey: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I smiled thinly. “Actually… could someone perhaps walk me there?” Moments later I was paired with a guide tall, bundled in layers, beaming enthusiastically. “You speak English?” I asked. “Yes yes!” he said brightly. Relief washed over me. Five minutes into the walk I realised “yes yes” was the only English he knew. “Are you sure this is the right path?” I asked. “Yes yes!” “If I asked you to cut off your ear would you still say yes?” “Yes yes!” I stared at him. He nodded happily. I just exhaled slowly, heart pounding harder with every step closer to the van. Snow crunched beneath our boots. The walk truly was short. And then I saw it. Lights were on inside the camper. I stopped. The guide nearly bumped into me. “Yes yes?” I didn’t hear him. There were voices. Not loud or laughing like a group of men drinking. One woman’s voice. And Jason’s. Not drunk. Low. Familiar. Intimate. The world narrowed into a sharp ringing in my ears. M

My phone had been on airplane mode the entire night. The entire morning too.I stared at it for a long second before deciding not to switch it on just yet. Jason would not leave without me. Not without trying to fix it. I chose silence.I placed the phone back down and went to the spa.If he had sent me here to get me out of the way, then I would at least use every inch of it. Even if it was on my own expense now.I started in the heated pool. The water was silky and warm against my skin, steam rising gently into the alpine air. Snow still fell beyond the glass walls, thick and steady. I floated on my back, staring up at the ceiling, letting the quiet hum of the place sink into me.People spoke in whispers here.No one knew me and no one knew what had happened. That was a strange sensation having a whole world go on inside me and not a soul to tell.Then the sauna. The dry heat wrapped around me until my skin tingled and my thoughts felt slower, softer. Sweat gathered at my temples a

We all stood there in silence for a while. The air inside the van felt thick. No one quite sure who would move first. Or speak first. Or explode first. Chris did. “Right. Damage control,” he said briskly, clapping his hands once as if that settled it. “Clearly I’m dealing with two children. I will cancel my other two projects and climb fully into this one with you two. You have no idea how much funding we have for this. How many companies have invited us over. They loved the work you did in the South of France. We will keep it exactly the same.” I looked at him, anger rising clean and sharp. “I won’t work for you if you call me a child one more time,” I said evenly. “And if you’re going to be my boss, then act like it. Set an example. I will not pick up the slack for either of you anymore. If you disappear, if you don’t pitch up, if you’re late. I will not cover, take over, or make excuses for you.” “Look here, little miss—” I cut him off before he could finish. “If you contin

I got to Jason and my home late. Past the kids bedtime. The house was quiet. It felt good to be in our space. Amongst our photos on our walls. Our paintings and portraits. I walked to the kitchen and walked straight to the kettle. It was already warm. I made myself a cup of coffee and headed to our room. Jason was already in bed reading a book. As I walked in I saw his body tense. My bags were brought in and he already placed my toiletries out for me with my pyjamas. Is that a sign he may want to make peace? I turned around and he had already started making his way to me. We did not speak. I pressed my lips to his and kissed him with all my heart. I loved this man. I kissed his forehead then his cheeks. I took his hands in mine and kissed them using them to draw him closer. With tears filling my eyes I looked up to him “I’m sorry for disappointing you. You are my love. I don’t know why I felt so unsteady but it was just for a second. I was back on my feet before those words ca

We were heading to Greece. The Swiss Alps had been breathtaking. No one would ever have to convince me to return. The silence. The beautiful snow, with its sharp air. It all did something to me. And maybe that was the problem. Because by the time we reached Greece, I had changed. I would not say I was bad company. I was present. I showed up to filming. I handled my segments. I delivered clean edits. I hit every deadline. But let’s just say I was poetically colder than the ice we left behind in Switzerland. There were no pleasantries. No extra mile. No anticipating needs before they were spoken. Once upon a time, I carried their drinks before they even asked. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks always sorted. Our studio in Italy was stocked like a five-star pantry because I knew their cravings before they did. I washed laundry without announcement. I kept the videography gear spotless. Replaced toiletries before they ran out. Bought new socks and underwear when I noticed