All Chapters of The Last Days of Mr Andrew : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER 42The night air followed them inside, a faint coolness clinging to their clothes and skin, carrying the quiet scent of water and something else, something unspoken that neither of them had yet put a name to. Nancy walked a step ahead as they left the pool area, her arms folded loosely across her chest, her pace unhurried but with a definite purpose. Behind her, Andrew walked, his expression outwardly calm, but his mind… well, it was anything but.Kendrick.The name had lodged itself somewhere deep and uncomfortable, refusing to budge. He didn't like it. Not one bit. He didn't like how easily it had slipped into their conversation, or how her voice had softened when she spoke of him. He hated the thought of a whole segment of her life—memories, laughter, shared history—that he had no part in. And, more than anything, he really, *really* didn't like the way it made him feel.They reached the hallway. Nancy slowed just a fraction, glancing back. "I'll… go shower," she said.Andr

CHAPTER 44Andrew didn't go to the office. That alone said more than he probably meant. He stood in his room, already dressed, watch strapped tight, everything meticulously in place, yet his feet refused to move toward the door. His reflection stared back, a perfect mask of control, sharp and completely unbothered. It was a lie, and he knew it. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly as he forced his gaze away.The conversation from earlier replayed, every biting word slicing through his thoughts. *You don’t get to push me away and then get jealous.* He let out a slow breath. She was right. That was the part that snagged, the part that felt fundamentally wrong. Not what she’d said, but the uncomfortable truth that it actually made sense. Andrew dragged a hand through his hair, pacing a short circuit across the room before abruptly stopping. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered, the words barely audible. And yet, he still hadn’t left. His feet finally moved, overriding his own interna

CHAPTER 46 Andrew had always taken pride in being in control. Every decision was made with precision, every risk carefully considered, every outcome anticipated, contained, and ultimately, overcome. That was his formula for survival, his route to victory. Yet, here he was, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, painfully aware that for the first time in years, he had no command over what was swirling inside him. His jaw clenched, the silence in the room pressing inward, too still, as if waiting for an answer he didn't have. He shifted against the sheets, his hand brushing the spot where Nancy had been just moments ago. It was still warm. That simple warmth irritated him more than it should have, gnawing at him. With a sharp exhale, Andrew pushed himself up, sitting on the edge of the mattress. His fingers raked through his hair, slower, less purposeful than usual. "This is a mistake," he muttered, the words feeling hollow even as he said them. Because if it really w

CHAPTER 48 From the lounge, the kids’ voices tumbled out in a chaotic symphony, squabbles over rules, sudden alliances, then peals of laughter. Maya’s dramatic flair would occasionally cut through it all. Nancy stayed with them, naturally. She was settled on the floor, one leg tucked under her, the other stretched out a bit, leaning in conspiratorially as Lila whispered something with the gravity of a state secret. Nancy would let out these soft, unguarded laughs now and then, and the sound carried. Andrew heard it from where he stood, just outside the lounge door. He didn’t move, not at first. He rested a hand on the frame, his gaze fixed on the scene inside, not quite stepping into it. Nancy reached out then, gently adjusting a game piece for Lila. “No, you can’t move it like that,” she said softly. “But I want to win!” Lila protested. Nancy smiled. “Winning isn’t about breaking the rules, sweetie.” Maya scoffed from the other side. “Speak for yourself.” E

CHAPTER 50 Things just felt… off after Victoria left. Nancy sensed it the second she stepped back into the living room. Or maybe it wasn't the house at all. Maybe it was her. She felt… different. Quieter, more deliberate, like she was suddenly hyper-aware of every step she took, every inch of space she occupied. Maya was still lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She looked up when Nancy entered, her brow furrowing almost immediately. “What happened?” she asked. Nancy hesitated for just a moment, then walked past her toward the side table. “Nothing,” she said, but it came out way too fast, too flat. Maya sat up. “Nancy.” Nancy reached for a glass, her fingers tightening around the cold surface, just needing something solid to hold onto. “I said it’s nothing.” “You don’t say ‘nothing’ like that unless it’s actually something.” Nancy let out a small puff of air through her nose and set the glass down, untouched. “I’m fine, Maya.” “You’re not.” The ro