All Chapters of Too Late To Want Me Back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The Night He Broke Me

ADRIENNE The first time my supposed ‘fiancé’, Eddie Quinn touched me in all of the three years we were together, it felt like punishment. That realization hit me long before his hands ever did. The night ended like every other night. The water rushed over me, hot and unforgiving, and for a few minutes, I let myself pretend it could wash away more than just the day. Three years of this. Three years of standing beneath a spray that never quite got warm enough, in a penthouse that never felt like home, waiting for a man who never looked at me twice. The bathroom filled with steam, soft white clouds wrapping around my silhouette and blurring the world beyond the glass into nothing. Here, I could almost forget. Forget that I was Adrienne Hanson, the invisible fiancée. I turned off the water and reached for a towel just as – “Click.” The sound of the door unlocking reached my ears, followed immediately by the door swinging open. My heart stopped. I spun around, clutching

Enter, Mistress

ADRIENNE “Lydia is coming back?” the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop it. I hated how weak and stupid I sounded, but I couldn’t take it back. Eddie gave me a look like I was daft. He probably thought I was and that was why he never took me seriously. I’d spent three years trying to read Eddie Quinn, and I was no closer than the day I’d met him. “Yes, Lydia is back. You know she has been abroad. Her father insisted she finish her degree before…” He trailed off, as if the rest of the sentence didn’t need saying. Before she moved in. Before she took her rightful place by his side as the love of his life. Lydia Warren . For some reason, my mind kept circling back to her. I’d only seen her in photos and interviews on television, but everyone in our circles knew Lydia Warren – beautiful, classy, utterly devoted to Eddie in a way that made me feel like an intruder in my own engagement. “You’ll have to keep this from my grandfather, of course. I’ll pay you, if

Home Again

ADRIENNE To say I was shocked to see her standing in my front door would be an understatement. Why was she here early? Did Eddie know she arrived earlier than they planned? My eyes narrowed at her but that didn’t seem to faze her. The smug on her face only seemed to deepen. Ignoring me completely, she strolled into the house, pushing past me like she owned the place. I gritted me teeth, clenching my fist to keep from lashing out. “What are you doing here?” the question escaped my lips before I could stop myself. Lydia turned around sharply, an innocent smile flirting up her face. “Oh,” she said softly, a spark of amusement dancing in her eyes. “Eddie was expecting me to arrive tomorrow. But I planned a small gift for him.” She shrugged. I swallowed the lump in my throat, gripping my luggage so tight my knuckles turned white. Even now, when I thought I’d let go of everything , I couldn’t help the jealousy that surfed in my chest. Lydia was beautiful, even more than she

Time To Move On

ADRIENNE “I’m in town, miss Hanson and I thought to reach out to you. I hope you’ve been well? Three years ago, when you chose to walk out such a promising career, didn’t think to advice you against it. Honestly, I believed it was your choice to make and hoped you were happy with it. But these last few years, my conscience has continued to bug me which is why I’m reaching out again with another opportunity for you to shine. There’s a show coming out soon where you can showcase your culinary skills. I hope you can give it a try – best, Mr. Hubert.” I stared at the email, reading and rereading it’s content before finally typing out a reply. “Thank you for your consideration, Mr. Hubert. I’ll have to get back to you on that. And since you are in town, I hope we can meet sometime? Yours, Adrienne Hanson.” Once I sent out the reply, I heaved a sigh of relief and picked up my phone, only to be shocked by the trending headlines and hashtags. #LydiaInternationalSensation #Lydiaa

I'm In Trouble

ADRIENNE Arlene, despite all her protests, still helped me pick out a dress. For some reason, she’d gone with the color black, the kind that swallowed light. A single strap of diamonds held the dress up, leaving one shoulder bare. The bodice clung to my ribs and waist, and the skirt pooled at my feet, parting just enough to flash the silver blade of my stiletto. “You look like a goddess,” she said as she did the last touches of my makeup. “Stun Eddie speechless then walk away. He’ll definitely regret letting you go.” Now that I sat in the car which slowly drove me to the gala, I wanted nothing more than to still be in bed. I didn’t want to attend a gala and I definitely didn’t want to see Eddie again. But I didn’t have a choice. I needed this. I had made up my mind. Somethings simply had to be faced. I took a deep breath in as the car stopped in front of the venue. A lot of people were already gathered outside, cheering at their favorite celebrities and holding up banners and

I'm Only A Messenger

ADRIENNE It was as though the air had been sucked out of the room and this man – this stranger – who suddenly appeared in front of me, was the only thing that still kept me breathing. For a moment, I forgot where I was and who he was supposed to be. “…I’m sorry for what she did.” His voice brought me back from fantasy world. I barely heard the other words he said, but if this man asked anything of me in this instant, I was sure I would give it. Suddenly, the man was pushed aside and Eddie came into view. I’d totally forgotten about him until then. He snatched Lydia’s arm from the stranger and pulled her into his chest. “Touch her again,” he said coldly, “and I’ll break your hand.” The man who had ignored me for three years suddenly snapped, “Who do you think you are to interfere with my fiancée?” Fiancée? Now I was his fiancée? When clearly he had attended this event with another woman, flaunting her shamelessly. I almost laughed because Eddie looked like he was about to explo

Thank You, Next

ADRIENNEThe man helped me gently into the car, ignoring the reporters who now stopped to snap us or take videos. At least, no one asked questions. Whoever this man was, he was powerful enough to silence even the media. And he was friends with Marcus. At the thought of him, my heart missed a beat. I was both surprised and shocked by my body’s reaction to a man I met for the first time today. “Are you alright?” the man asked when we stopped in front of a red light. He turned to look at me – without his shades on – and the green in his eyes would have stolen my breath away if my mind wasn’t already filled with thoughts of another man. “Fine.” I swallowed, looking away to hide my blush. “Thank you.”“Of course.” He drummed his fingers on the steering. “I’m trying to make out what’s so special about you for Marcus to even call in a favor. He’s never done that for anyone before, not even that daughter of his.”I swallowed again. “He really is her father then?” The man shrugged. “I

A Fresh Start

LYDIA This country was my fresh start. When my father had informed that he wanted me to move back to the country where he lived, I’d been overjoyed. I thought everything would slowly fall back in place but I guess some things never went as planned. First of all, the man I loved and wanted wasn’t paying me much attention because there was another woman in his life. A small problem, one I could handle myself. But tonight, that woman has proven to be more than a little problem. Worse than that, my father had stepped in to stop me. My father – the enigmatic billionaire who never concerned himself with trivial things like my life. That same man had dropped everything – including his identity which he carefully guarded for the past twelve years to protect her. I was livid. I wanted to crash something. To scream and pull out my hair but Eddie was beside me. I’d returned to his home after my father berated me for the first time in a long time. While outside I was almost calm and co

The Missing Piece

EDDIE“She got what was coming to her, Grandma,” I said. “I already explained my situation with Lydia with her, yet she still chose to make a scene in public for that matter. If she’d kept the fact that she was my fiancee a secret as it had been, no one would have cause to attack her.”In the background, I heard shuffling. “Let me speak with him,” my grandfather Dennis Quinn said and soon, he was breathing into the phone. “Eddie,” he said firmly. “Don’t try to test my patience. Did you forget that we had an agreement with the family of that girl? You’ve been with her for three years! She is your fiancée and that makes it your duty to stand by her.”“Grandpa –” I began but he cut me off with a hiss.“Come to the family estate for dinner tonight. And bring your fiancée with you.”He didn’t wait for a reply before hanging up. I didn’t even realize I had stopped in my driveway until the call ended. I sat there for a moment, my fingers drumming distractedly on the steering wheel.I thoug

I'm Not Signing The Papers

ADRIENNE Arlene was adamant that I needed to do a pregnancy test. After telling her about my recent dizzy spells and most recently, nausea she concluded that I could be sick or worse, pregnant and advised I did a pregnancy test. Now, that result was sitting in my hand and a look of shock plastered on both our faces. Arlene looked from me to the test strip in my hand, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “You’re pregnant!” she muttered finally. Yes, I was pregnant. The dozens of tests we’d carried out in the last one hour confirmed that I was pregnant with Eddie’ child at the worst possible moment. Tears fell from my eyes, soaking the strip and smudging the result. What does it matter? Eddie’ heart didn’t belong to me. Another woman was carrying his child, he reminded me of that just recently. I wiped my face dry and threw the test in the trash. Eddie didn’t know that walking out of this relationship was the final thing I’d do for him. I was giving him back

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