I Crossed Miles to Say Goodbye のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Serena's POVI walked up to Xavier. He'd been smiling when he gave the young woman a helping of the food earlier, but froze when he saw me. His hand paused in midair."S-Serena?"Ignoring him, I turned to face the woman and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Serena Wilder, Xavier's girlfriend. And you are?""H-Hi, I'm Tiffany Lowry. I work for Mr. Harrington." Her voice grew quieter toward the end of her introduction, laced with an imperceptible trace of guilt.I was about to press further when Xavier interjected, "I think that's enough, Serena."I watched the rage burning in his eyes and wondered why he was getting all worked up. My boyfriend was dining with another woman, and they seemed suspiciously close, yet I couldn't even question it?Or was he furious that my unexpected appearance had screwed up his chances with Tiffany?I said nothing and simply leaned back in my seat as a weariness washed over me.Xavier saw Tiffany out of the restaurant. It wasn't until he'd seen her get i

Serena's POV"Are you sure?" My superior was stunned by my sudden change of mind. "You won't be home for at least a year or so.""I'm sure." After sending the text, I heaved a sigh of relief and lay on the bed, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off my chest.That night, Xavier didn't show up at the hotel or send me a text. But I did come across Tiffany's latest post on social media."Growing up: no longer needing my superior edition." Featured with the caption was a picture of Tiffany sitting on the curb, a large hand slipping off the blistering high heel from her foot.I knew that hand as if it were my own, courtesy of my eight-year relationship with its owner. I knew right away that it was Xavier.Perhaps Tiffany didn't think someone might stumble upon her post, for she droned on in the comments section: "Mr. H was worried walking might hurt me, so he picked me up (aww!).""And even after he brought me home, he put an ice pack on my ankle. He's so considerate! I'm so in l

Third-Person POVMeanwhile, Xavier had his head down as he tended to Tiffany's arm after her allergy flared up. Red rashes covered the entire length of her arm, and she'd even scratched some spots to the point that they were bleeding.Xavier held up a cotton swab, his movements gentle. "Does it hurt?""A little," she replied."Hang on a little longer, okay? We're almost done."His phone buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out and glanced at the screen, noting the message from Serena that read, "Let's break up, Xavier."Xavier's fingers stilled on the screen. He looked like he'd frozen.Sensing something was amiss, Tiffany lifted her head to look at him. "Mr. Harrington? What's the matter?"He said nothing, his gaze glued on the four words that formed Serena's curt text. He thought he must have misread the text, so he read it again.But the words didn't change, and neither did their meaning.Xavier typed swiftly, "What are you playing at again?"He'd only just hit "send" when

Third-Person POVXavier clenched his fists as he stood before the receptionist, not budging an inch. "Please tell me where Serena is. I have something important to tell her."The receptionist hesitated, then sighed. "She went abroad. I don't know the details of her transfer, only that it's to Erilea.""Where in Erilea?" Xavier pressed."I really can't tell you. She made that clear."After thanking the receptionist, Xavier turned and left the office building. He walked out the company doors and stood by the curb.He fell into a daze as he watched the cars zoom past, seemingly lost in his thoughts. Erilea. Serena had gone to Erilea alone and hadn't told him about it, but he wasn't about to give up.He combed through her social media accounts, fervently searching through Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and even her LinkedIn.After a whole day of sleuthing, he found nothing useful. Serena had either deactivated her social media accounts or stopped posting on them altogether.It

Serena's POVXavier stood in place. His lips moved, but no words came out of his mouth. In the end, all he managed was the same old tune. "I'll wait for you."I chuckled bitterly. "Be my guest, but I'm not going back."Xavier made good on his promise. He waited—one month, two, then three. He came every day without fail, rain or shine.Some days, he brought food, and on others, flowers. There were days when he brought nothing at all and simply waited downstairs, staring quietly at my window.I pulled the curtains closed and refused to look at him.When the fourth month hit, he'd lost a good bit of weight. His chin had sharpened, and his eyes were sunken. He'd stopped wearing his suits, too, and started looking haggard.One day, he knocked on my front door. I opened it to find him holding up a stack of papers."What are those?" I asked.He replied, "An asset transfer agreement."I froze."I've already signed it. Your signature's all that's needed," he added, handing me the pap