Too Late For Regrets: No Longer Your Invisible Wife의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Chapter 102. [PAST ARC] STOLEN WEEKS TOGETHER. Nadia's POV. My alarm went off at 4:45, and I reached for it before it could ring twice, careful not to wake anyone next door across from my place. The sky outside my window was still that deep, inky blue that hadn't decided whether it was night or morning yet. I pulled my laptop onto the bed, wrapped a duvet around my shoulders, and dialed.Ronan's face filled the screen a second later, his hair messy, a mug of coffee steaming beside him. Behind him, I could just make out the edge of his roommate's bed, still occupied, a lump of blankets rising and falling."Morning," he whispered, glancing back over his shoulder before turning down the volume on his end. "You're up early even for you." "I wanted to catch you before your lecture," I said, smiling despite the hour. "How'd the accounting midterm go?""Brutal. I think I passed, I don't know." He rubbed his eyes. "Tell me about your case study, the one you were panicking about yesterda

[PAST ARC] A LITTLE OUT OF HIS ORBIT. Nadia's POV.The rest of my stay didn't go as I'd imagined. Ronan became busy again, leaving me alone more often than not, despite the fact that I'd come all this way for him. Sometimes, it almost felt like life was asking if I was really this jobless compared to him.I had my own stress, but I knew his was heavier, especially with his dad making life difficult simply because he refused to follow his plans for his life. So, whenever my frustration grew, I reminded myself to be patient.Still, whenever I sat alone for too long, the same question always returned.Was this what our life together would continue to look like? Even in the future when Ronan got all occupied again, while I tried to also find things to do until he was free?By Thursday, curiosity got the better of me and I asked if I could sit in on one of his lectures, just to feel like I was part of his world here rather than orbiting it from a distance, watching him disappear every mor

[PAST ARC] Pretty Much a Distraction. Nadia's POV.A week later.. After rehearsal on our project, Andre and I were walking out of the library together toward our separate dorms, cold air biting at our faces, when I mentioned, apropos of nothing, that Ronan and I used to walk the lake path back home every Sunday before he left for Switzerland, that I hadn't done it in over two years."You should go." Andre said, hands shoved in his coat pockets. "The lake, I mean. Not because of him, just because you clearly miss it.""Yeah, maybe I do miss the lake... and the walk." I looked at him, my chest growing slightly heavy. I was terribly missing not just the lake and the walk, but actually, doing it with Ronan. But of course, I wasn't going to mention that, given how often I'd caught myself always bringing him up. Andre must had been fed up, even though he didn't really complain. What a sweet guy."I'll come, if you want company," he offered, shrugging. "Fair warning, I'm terrible compan

[PAST ARC] Starlight and Storms, A Devastating Crack.Nadia's POV.A few days later...We ended up back in the library again. We had claimed a secluded table in the far corner of the basement stack area, surrounded by the heavy scent of old paper. Both of us were supposed to be finishing up the final parts of our projects, but the conversation had naturally drifted.Andre’s printed manuscript lay between us, covered in my scribbled notes."Well?" he said, leaning over the table the second I closed the final page. "Wanna hear your verdict.""I finished it at two in the morning," I said, pulling my notebook toward me. "Which should tell you something.""Good something or bad something?""Good. Really good, actually."I flipped to a page where I'd scribbled notes in the margins the night before."I loved the roommate. She's funnier than the actual love interest.""Everyone says that. It's insulting, honestly.""It's true, though. And the summer at the lake house, the whole sequence wit

[PAST ARC] Another Cycle of Silence. Nadia's POV. By Thursday afternoon, the pressure of our looming final marketing presentation became too much to ignore, so I sent a brief, purely professional message telling Andre that we needed to combine our remaining presentation slides before class. Hours passed, and no reply came.The morning of the presentation arrived, and Andre's seat was still empty when the professor called our names. I had to step up to the podium completely alone, explaining that my partner was probably busy and hadn't been seen, but that I had our complete project files saved on my laptop. When the professor threatened to give Andre a zero for the defense while giving me full credit, I immediately spoke up for him. I defended his hard work over the past few weeks, insisting that he still deserved his share of the preparation marks but I still had no idea why he was missing and was genuinely worried about him. The professor eventually agreed with my point, promis