Todos os capítulos de Loving The Wrong One : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Quiana’s POV By eight the next morning, I was already staring at the project brief for the seventh time. The document sat open on my screen, twelve pages of requirements, measurements, deadlines, client expectations, and enough technical jargon to make anyone question their life choices. I should have been intimidated. Instead, I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time. Excitement. I leaned closer to my monitor, one hand resting beneath my chin as I studied the floor plans again. My eyes moved from the dimensions of the lobby to the proposed entrance, then to the restaurant spaces and the series of guest suites that stretched across the upper floors. The project was for the interior design of a newly developed luxury hotel in the heart of the city. Nothing about it was small. The lobby alone was large enough to swallow the entire first floor of my old apartment, and the brief extended far beyond it—guest suites, restaurants, private dining spaces, lounges, confer

Quiana's pov Two months could change a person. I knew that now. Two months ago, I had still been measuring my days by the things I'd lost—my marriage, my home, Zack. Now, most mornings, I woke up thinking about floor plans before I thought about him. That alone felt like progress. I stood in front of the mirror that morning, fastening an earring as sunlight slipped through the curtains. My reflection looked different, although I couldn't have said exactly how. There had been no dramatic transformation, no magical morning when I suddenly stopped caring. It had happened more quietly than that. I had simply stopped waiting. I stopped wondering whether Zack would call, stopped checking my phone whenever it buzzed, and stopped imagining what my life might have looked like if he'd loved me differently. The ache hadn't disappeared completely, but it no longer controlled the room whenever it entered. I picked up my handbag and glanced at the time. Today, I had a presentation to prepa

Quiana's pov I woke up with a headache.Not the dull kind that disappeared after a few minutes of blinking at the ceiling. This one had settled behind my eyes sometime during the night and was already pounding by the time I opened them.I squeezed my eyes shut again.“Not today.”For a moment, I considered staying in bed.My body felt heavier than usual, and the thought of getting dressed, driving to work, sitting through meetings, and pretending to be perfectly functional suddenly seemed exhausting.I turned onto my side and reached for my phone. The time made me groan. I had less than an hour.I could call the office and tell them I wasn't feeling well. Nobody would question it. After everything that had happened yesterday, maybe taking one day off wasn't the worst idea.My fingers hovered over my phone.Then I remembered the meeting.Kover.The client.The revised proposal we'd spent days working on.I sighed and dropped my phone onto the mattress.I couldn't cancel now.Especiall

Quiana's POV I made my decision before we left the hospital.I was going to remove the baby.The thought had settled inside me with a frightening calm, not because I wasn't hurting, but because I couldn't see another way forward. Every path I imagined seemed to lead back to Zack, and I had spent too long trying to escape the life we'd built together.By the time we reached Laila's apartment, the sun had disappeared behind the buildings. I sat on the edge of her sofa, still wearing the clothes I'd left the hospital in, while she moved around the kitchen making tea none of us had asked for.Mavris had followed us home without his usual stream of complaints about traffic, hunger, or the state of Laila's cushions. He sat opposite me, his elbows resting on his knees, watching me with an expression that told me he was waiting for me to speak.I finally did.“I've decided what I'm going to do.”Laila stopped stirring her cup as Mavris lifted his head.“I don't want to keep the pregnancy.”T

Quiana's POVFor a few seconds, I stared at Zack Hunter's name on the presentation screen, wondering how a perfectly ordinary Monday had managed to become so inconvenient.“Any questions before we move on to the next item?” Mr. Collins, our managing director, asked.I pulled my attention away from the screen. “Yes. I'd like to know the proposed timeline for the project and whether the client has provided an initial design brief. If we're expected to present a complete concept, we'll need enough time to assess their requirements properly.”“Both have been prepared,” he replied, clicking to the next slide. “The preliminary brief is available in the shared folder. The client wants an initial proposal within three weeks, followed by a detailed presentation. They'll be particularly involved in the early stages, which is why they requested senior designers to lead the project.”I nodded and made a note. Three weeks was manageable, provided we organized the work properly.“The project will b