Cuando Mi Amor Llega Tarde の小説・ストーリー

Jared lowered his head to drink the soup quietly. A phone suddenly rang when someone walked past his ward, and the ringtone was “Later” by Rene Liu*. “Later, I finally learned how to love. Sadly, you’ve gone far away and disappeared in the crowd…” A tear rolled down the corner of Jared’s eye into the bowl of soup. When his butler came to the hospital the next day to send him soup again, he was startled when he saw Jared, who was on the bed. “Mr. Crawford…” Jared looked up. “What is it?”

I was pregnant. The baby didn't come easily. We had tried it for five years. His arrival presented a chance to mend our fractured marriage. I chose Greyson's birthday to share the news, hoping it would bring us closer. But when he walked in, he barely noticed my efforts. He changed clothes in a rush, muttering that Emily Davis, his old crush, was in the hospital and needed him. As he headed for the door, I grabbed his arm. "I did all this for you, and I have something important to tell you."

"Callum, it's already so late, and she's still calling you? Doesn't she know how to keep some boundaries between men and women? She's not into you, is she?" Caryn Dudley's hostility was blatant. Callum's tone turned cold. "Diana, maybe don't call me this late anymore. It's easy for people to get the wrong idea. I'm hanging up." He had never spoken to me like that before. By the time I gathered myself, the call had already ended. Long ago. I looked at the clock. It wasn't even eight yet. That wasn't late by any measure. There was a time when I could call Callum at three or four in the morning, and he'd answer right away, asking what was wrong.

Our initial encounter occurred when Henry was twenty, freshly returned from two years of military service. I was fifteen, dealing with my father's extramarital affair scandal. I had confronted the mistress in the restaurant, and she had brought some backup. Henry came to my rescue. Afterward, we crossed paths many times, and my feelings for him grew, reciprocated by his affection for me. Later, he visited my home and met Cynthia. Snapped back to the present by Henry's impatient growl, I saw his irate expression, ready to flare up at any moment.

He had already removed his own ring long ago. "Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. I'll pick you up, and we'll spend it together," Luther offered. It had been so long since we had celebrated a wedding anniversary properly. I hesitated for a moment. Perhaps it was a way to put a dignified end to this marriage. ... The next day, I arrived early and sat in the private room at the restaurant we had reserved in advance. I had been waiting for a long time. My stomach had started growling with hunger, but Luther still hadn't shown up.

Money had never been a problem for me but love has always been. Once I arrived at the company, I parked my car and then head to my office. Walking into the building, as usual, I was greeted with numerous smiles, greetings, and whispers. I opened the door to my cabin there he was standing right in front of me with an angry face "You are late, Miss manager" He said. I walked in his direction as I kept my bag on the table "Sorry Jeffery, I over_" "Slept." He finished the sentence. "This is the fifth time you’re late this month and the worst of it is that the month just started." He growled

The first thing I saw made my breath hitch. A name saved as “V” with a love emoji beside it. I laughed softly, bitterly. Pathetic. I opened the chat. My chest tightened as I scrolled. There were so many messages. Dozens of them. All sent just within a few hours today. Messages filled with warmth, regret, longing, and affection. Things he never said to me anymore. I checked the time on one of the messages. 1 p.m. That was the exact time I arrived home earlier. The exact moment I stood outside the door, listening to him confess his love for her.

Watermelon! Cucumber! Cantelope! Honey Dew! The smell of Amory lingers in the air around me, yet I’m in my bed naked, so her smell momentarily confuses me until I hear my housekeeper Tia calling for me. Amory sighs in her sleep, rubbing her face into my chest. Last night snaps back into memory as I hear Tia approaching, so I pull the sheets over us before she opens the door. “Lo siento mucho, no pensé que estabas aquí cuando no respondiste. Volveré más tarde”, (I’m so sorry, I didn’t think you were here when you didn’t answer. I’ll come back later) she says.

But his right leg fractured. At that time, I was trembling in fear. He hugged me tightly. "What are you afraid of? I don't want any compensation from you. Besides, even if my leg is broken, it won't affect me much. But for you, a fracture in your leg would change your entire life." I fell into his gentle embrace because of those words. Unfortunately, I now realized that dedication to music didn't mean loyalty in love. He loved the way I danced, but he could just as easily fall for Queenie's youthful movements.

It was the day I agreed to date the only man I’d ever loved, and over the years, he had proven to me how much he was worth that decision. In fifteen minutes, he’d be here. We’d talk, share beautiful laughter, and end the night drowning in each other’s ecstasy. I’d rented out the whole restaurant as a surprise. I settled into a seat, counting the minutes until his arrival. The clock struck 6:00 p.m., and there was no sign of him. Instead, a text came in. “You have to forgive me, mi amor. I got delayed by my boss at work. I’ll be running a little late.”