My Numbered Days Of Happiness นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I prepared some black stew, I sat on the table I stared at the wall from top to bottom. "These are the number of days I have used here. Today is Day 301."

My happiness, my husband. _________________________________

Relationships that come to existence only on Sundays and other service days. I once questioned my mom about it and she asked me if I expected her to always sleep in her house. She said that everyone has a wonderful daily problem of their own that needs daily solutions. She also said that too much of your presence in a friend's house will make her look down on you. Somewhere from the book of proverbs written by Solomon.

And for the first time in days— I felt happy.

How could I have forgotten? I counted the days in my head. One... Two… Three… Ten. Ten days late. Ten days had passed since my period date. Oh my God!! That means... That means...

Can I do it even if I know I will be hurting again? Well, I have been hurting every day for eight years now, and I think it is excellent, even for once, to make myself happy. And I know Ashton will always be the only person who can give me absolute happiness, and I know this is madness, but I am willing to be mad for three days to experience those moments again. I can tell that one kiss from Ashton will make all the pain I have felt in my heart go away.

Panic rose in his chest. Right at that moment, the number above his head that was originally fewer than 100 days suddenly flashed eerily, and the number jumped from [89 days, 12 hours, 5 minutes] to [125 days, 7 hours, 30 minutes]. This was the first time the number had actually gone up.

Matthias shouted, "Do you have to push Evelyn to her death before you'll stop?" I picked up a cleaning cloth from the coffee table and gently wiped the tears off Evelyn's face. "What are you even saying? Your life is way too valuable. I could never take responsibility for something like that." I took out my phone and, right in front of both of them, transferred 1,000 dollars to Matthias. When I opened the Messenger app, I noticed his chat was still pinned at the top. That alone irritated me.

Camila's POV Monday mornings usually begin with coffee but today begins with a number. Forty. I stop in the hallway outside the kitchen, staring at the calendar Mrs. Harper keeps pinned to the wall. Someone has circled the contract's final day in red ink weeks ago, and beneath today's date, my eyes automatically count the squares that remain. Forty days. Only forty. The number settles in my chest like a stone. "Morning." Alejandro's voice makes me jump.