All Chapters of Unstitched by the Fates: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The moment the question left my mouth, I regretted it.Molly's cool eyes studied me for a moment before she slowly spoke. "Yes. When I said something had come up at the institute, I was lying to you..."I swayed slightly, my hands curling into fists at my sides.I tried to smile but failed to. "So on February 11, when you said you had to report to your supervisor... that was a lie too?""He was in a bad mood that day," she said, her tone perfectly flat.I nodded like a man coming unhinged. My eyes burned and ached, but I kept torturing myself with questions. "And before that, February 9, when you said you were doing field tests in the desert...""I was bungee jumping with him.""February 7...""He got drunk. I stayed up all night taking care of him."She seemed to know exactly what I wanted to hear. This time she didn't wait for me to ask. She simply went on in that same indifferent voice."On February 5, I said I was on a business trip abroad, but I'd taken him on a holiday

Impatience flickered in Molly's eyes. "If you die, I'll see you buried myself."Whether you take the picture or not, and whether or not you faked that report, none of it changes the fact that Tyler and I are getting married."For the sake of the portfolio I delivered for your photography competition three years ago, stop making trouble."I froze. It felt like my heart had been blown to pieces with dynamite.Even my voice trembled uncontrollably. "You think... I'm playing games to break you two up?"The corners of her lips curved slightly, the look she gave me sharp and cold.She said nothing, yet she'd said everything.I wanted to laugh.I wanted to cry.But in the end, I just fought desperately to hold back the tears threatening to break free.After a long while, she looked at me as if she felt a twinge of pity and added in a low voice, "I don't want him to know even the slightest thing... about you."I let out a heavy breath.I wanted so badly to tell her that the last fr

The doctor stared at her in disbelief, a little stunned. "Ma'am, if you're Mr. Hillier's girlfriend, you should know he had late-stage stomach cancer... He'd been fighting it for three years. He was already at his limit."His stomach was riddled with holes. He only had a couple of days left as it was, and on top of that, he drank high-proof vodka last night. By the time he got to the hospital, he was already gone."Molly's pale lips trembled over and over. Her throat felt stuffed with cotton, and she couldn't get a single question out.Only the doctor's voice went on."He collapsed outside a hotel, bleeding from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, foaming at the mouth, unable to speak. It was a passerby who couldn't stand to watch and called him an ambulance..."The doctor sighed and shook his head. Having said his piece, he walked away.Molly was left slumped in the hallway, dazed, like a lifeless lump of dead flesh.In a fog, she walked into the morgue and stood beside drawer 303

Molly held Dominic's phone tightly to her chest like a precious treasure.She just lay slumped on the floor, her fingertips absently stroking the phone back and forth.It was strange.She went through the entire phone but couldn't find a single selfie of Dominic.Or anything like a farewell letter.After a long time, she found a list in his notes app: a bucket list of things to do before he died, covered in checkmarks.Every item had been checked off except the last one: Take my own memorial portrait.Almost instantly, Molly understood why Dominic had suddenly stopped that day when there was only one shot left on the roll.So that was it...He'd been saving it for his own memorial portrait.And she'd forced him to use it on a group photo for her wedding instead.Molly sat on the floor with her head bowed, her expression hidden.After a long while, like a woman gone mad, she slammed her red, swollen forehead against the wall with all her strength, over and over.She regrett