The 100 Things I Did for Him의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Gregory's POVGregory woke up in the hospital. It was dark outside.He'd collapsed from the shock—rage and grief overwhelming his system. They'd given him an IV. He was awake now, physically fine. The room was silent except for the occasional soft beep of the monitors. The first thing that came to his mind—Cynthia's face. The way she'd smiled at him before going into that OR. Her lips curved up, but her eyes were hollow.He shot up, yanked the needle out of his hand, and yelled toward the door. "Where's Cynthia? Take me to her!"The assistant pushed in, face pained and hesitant. "Sir... please accept it. Miss Martinez is really gone."Gregory stared at him, a cold laugh slipping out. "Say that again, and you're fired."He threw off the blanket and swung his legs out of bed. The assistant steeled himself and stepped in front of him. "Sir, you have to face reality! Miss Martinez died during the transplant—they couldn't save her! What is wrong with you? You knew this was a possibility fro

I felt like I'd been trapped in a dream—an endless one, where I lost the person I loved most and spent five years beside another man.Five years. So long I'd almost given up.But finally—finally, my mission was over. I was home.Light flooded through the window as my eyes snapped open.I looked around the room. Familiar layout. The leaves on the sycamore tree outside had turned gold. The daffodils on the windowsill had long since dried up.Home. I was really home.A surge of joy shot through me, and I practically bounced off the bed. The system's last words echoed in my head—mission complete.That meant Grayson was alive again.The door opened. Grayson walked in.He looked just like he had five years ago. Handsome face, a hint of coolness in his features, sunlight spilling across him like a golden halo—like some kind of god descending.I'd never felt this happy in my entire life. Tears streaming down my face, I ran to him and threw my arms around him."Grayson! It's really you!""Where

The next morning, I stepped outside, and there Gregory was. Waiting at the bottom of the stairs.He must have been standing there for a while. Dew clung to his long eyelashes.He was striking, always had been. Tall, sharp features, refined. He looked completely out of place in this modest neighborhood.The moment he spotted me, Gregory's face lit up. He strode over, holding up a bag of breakfast."Cynthia!"He pushed it into my hands, his voice almost pleading. "These are all your favorites. I got them myself."I stared at the bag in front of me and couldn't summon a single smile.I let out a tired sigh and met his eyes. "I already told you. Don't come back. Why won't you just listen?"He flinched. The proud, untouchable Gregory, reduced to this. "I just want to be good to you."I pushed his hand away. "I don't need you to be good to me.""Gregory, I'll say this one more time. I'm not forgiving you because I never blamed you in the first place.""What's past is past. I've started a new

For the first time, I realized how humiliating it was to lay everything bare.I had done so much for him, yes. But I had also lied to him.And I had given him my heart, a debt paid in full. Neither of us owed the other anything.But now he had saved me, and that put me in his debt again.I hated that. Those hundred tasks? I had done them willingly. He did not owe me an apology.I thought for a long time before I spoke."Gregory. I never loved you. I got close to you for another man."His face changed instantly. The worry in his brow spread like tangled vines."You're lying. Cynthia, tell me you're lying.""You made that up so I would give up. I don't believe it. Not a single word."I did not stop. I kept going."Five years ago, my lover died saving me in a car crash.""I was broken, completely hollow. Then a system appeared and gave me a mission: do one hundred things for a man, and my lover would come back to life. That man was you.""Think about it. Wasn't my appearance strange?""Be

The last day, he wanted a proper goodbye.We agreed to meet at the lake in Central Park.It was winter now. Few people around. Just a few swans paddling near the shore, begging for food.I tossed them pieces of bread, and they let out happy little calls.Gregory stood a few steps away, watching the scene with a quiet, satisfied look.If he could see this every day, how wonderful that would be.But it was only a fantasy.The minutes ticked by, pulling him closer to the moment he would have to leave.One last time, he let himself be selfish.He walked up to me and pulled me into his arms.The familiar scent of his cologne hit me, and my first instinct was to push him away.But he was taller, stronger. I couldn't break free.It made me uneasy. I didn't want to linger in his hold. I just wanted to get out.Just as I was starting to panic, a firm hand gripped my shoulder and yanked me out of his embrace.I spun around, startled, and met Grayson's gentle eyes.For the first time in a long ti