The Ninth and Final Bailout on Our Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 8

The next day, I returned to the apartment after work. I found a note on the coffee table with a pink rabbit drawn on it in pink highlighter. Stacy's handwriting was on the note.It read, "Hey Joyce, Melvie said that he's taking me to look at apartments this weekend to be our marital home. We're going to Orville Towers. Wanna tag along?"Orville Towers was a luxury high-rise development that Dad built.When Melvin told me he wanted to buy an apartment there, I said I knew someone and offered him a 30,000-dollar discount. He asked me who I knew, and I just said that it was a friend. He never pressed for more information after that and simply continued gaming.I crumpled up the notepaper and threw it into the trash. However, when I popped the lid open, I saw some things lying inside.There were three used condoms in it, the specialty minty kind that cost a small fortune.In the past three years I'd been with Melvin, we never bought condoms that cost more than 12 dollars. I once boug

Two days before the wedding, I was writing patient records at the nurses' station when I heard the sound of high heels from the other end of the hallway, clicking loudly against the floor.It was Stacy.She was wearing a white dress, her hair was tied up into a bun and held in place with a crown-shaped hair clip, and her eyes were shimmery and shiny. She was holding a pink wedding invitation up in her hand, as if she was afraid that everybody wouldn't see it."Hey Joyce…"The entire nurses' station fell silent. Two of the nurses lowered their heads, pretending to organize the patient records."You absolutely have to come attend my wedding with Melvie!" she said, slamming the invitation down in front of me."We owe so much to you, after all. You're like our benefactor. Melvin would never be where he is today if not for you. And this wedding would never feel complete without you."A benefactor?She made such an effort to say those words so sweetly, but I didn't even look up at he

There was no grand ceremony at the wedding on the third floor. There were also no officiants and no exchange of rings, or anything of the sort.Adrian said that he didn't like anything too fancy or over-the-top.He just got a clerk from the town hall there to register the marriage for us. We filled in the forms, signed our names, and had the wedding licences officially stamped. The entire process didn't take more than ten minutes.Adrian then took both copies of our marriage certificates, putting one in my purse and the other in his pocket."You're my wife now," he said. His usual stoic face suddenly twitched for a second as his lips curled up.This was the first time I'd ever seen him smile.Downstairs, Melvin's wedding was still going on as usual, but the atmosphere had changed now.Someone sent a photo of the wedding invitation to the one on the third floor, with both Adrian's and my names on it, to the company group chat, and everyone immediately exploded."What the hell?"

Jocelyn's POVI only started getting to know Adrian after marrying him. He wasn't the kind of person who would woo me with sweet nothings and romantic gestures.He moved my suitcase into the master bedroom the first day after our marriage and said, "We'll each live our own lives and not interfere with each other."However, the next morning, I would find a bowl of overnight oats on the table, made just the way I liked it, garnished with all my favorite fruits.He wouldn't greet me in the morning. He wouldn't tell me he loved me. He wouldn't tell me he missed me. However, he would show up at the hospital on rainy days. Instead of waiting in the car at the entrance, he would go down to the underground parking and text me to say he was here.If I had to work overtime or work graveyard shifts at the hospital, he would always leave out a light for me in the living room, not too bright so that it wouldn't be too glaring for me.He would also bring home little gifts and souvenirs for me