Devoted Novel Novels & Stories

She bit her lip, smiling devilishly as she got a naughty plan in mind. She put the book on the sofa and moved closer to him. “What book are you reading?” she asked, their faces very close. She held back her laughter as she looked at the book in his hand. He was reading a meditation book on how to calm the mind in 5 minutes. He tried to smile at her and avoided her eyes with his reddened cheeks. She then rested her head on his chest with her arms wrapped around his waist. She smiled devilishly when she heard his heart thudding.

He slowly turned to me with a puzzled expression on his face. "What are you doing there? Are you spying on me?" he asked, catching me off guard. Our eyes met, and I felt a sudden jolt of nervousness. I quickly turned my back on him and hurried to the kitchen, covering my mouth with my hands. What's wrong with you, Delilah? Why are you still thinking about him and worrying about someone like him? He almost threw you away and seemed to have erased all the memories you shared from his mind. So what if something happened to him in that faraway place? He didn't even bother to send you a letter to check on you or update you on his whereabouts; instead, he ran away from the promises he made to you

I said, meaning it. I settled into my desk, opening files, answering emails, pretending the world hadn’t almost collapsed the night before. But every few minutes, my eyes drifted to Devon’s office. The door was closed. That wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was the silence. Devon never missed work. Not once in all the years I had known him. Even when he was sick. Even when we were fighting. Even when our marriage was already bleeding out quietly between us. He showed up. Always!