Unfortunately Yours: A Novel Novels & Stories

The Fallout Nobody spoke. The air was thick with tension. Zayn finally broke the silence. "Are you okay?" Ayesha laughed. But it wasn’t a real laugh. It was hollow. "Am I okay?" she repeated, shaking her head. "I just found out that my entire life was a lie. That every choice I thought I made was never mine to begin with." She exhaled sharply. "Yeah, Zayn. I’m fine." Adrian ran a hand through his hair. "So what does this mean? That you’re—what? Some kind of… designed soldier?"

I didn’t waste a second—I bolted for the door and ran as fast as I could. I could hear him shouting my name, but I didn’t stop. I kept running. Why is everything falling apart all at once? First, I lose my job. Then that letter. And now Lucas, the one person I thought I could trust. I found myself in a bar, downing drink after drink. It didn’t take long for me to get drunk. “What am I supposed to do now?” I muttered, staring at my empty glass. “Why is my life such a mess?”

We cleared the whole house of every single thing that belonged to or connected to or has memories of both sierra and chase and set everything that could be burned on fire, When we were done it was about 4 in the afternoon, we prepared late lunch and ate while discussing “Now that's over, why don't we go out tonight, Club onyx are reopening the new branch today” “No I'm not really in the mood for partying or anything” “Come on, you just got heart broken, you've got to let them know you're not sulking go out, have fun, flirt even have some good sex with some randy that's the best way to get over that douchebag quicker you won't be thinking about him but about the wonderful sex you had”

"But I am saying that sometimes the moments that feel like absolute catastrophes are actually the universe redirecting you toward something better. You never know what comes next. That's the terrifying and beautiful thing about being alive." The man with the coffee-stained shirt smiled - genuinely smiled. "You know what? It's just a shirt. And I was having a terrible morning before this happened. At least now I have a story." He looked at the barista. "I'm Daniel, by the way. And I'm not upset. Accidents happen." The barista - whose name tag read "Sarah" - looked between Claire and the stranger with dawning wonder. "Did you really marry the guy you spilled coffee on?"

I couldn't read the rest of the message without unlocking the phone, but another message popped up before I could even process the first one, and this one broke me: Anz: "The next week in Paris is going to be crazy. I am looking at your fling from yesterday. She is hot. Come tomorrow and..." The implication was very clear, Alex wasn't leaving tomorrow. She had lied to me. Worse she had a fling from yesterday! That realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt a wave of hurt and betrayal wash over me.

William crouched down, his eyes fixed on my hand, fists clenching instinctively. "Does it hurt? Can you handle it?" Aiden murmured softly beside us, "Mommy, when will your hand be better? Will it leave a scar?" The doctor, feeling the weight of their gazes, accidentally let a drop of alcohol spill onto the back of my hand. William's brows darkened, and Aiden immediately crossed his little arms and demanded, "What's wrong with you? What if you hurt Mommy more?!" The doctor was instantly terrified, stammering apologies with a trembling voice, "I-I'm sorry, sorry! I'll be careful, I promise…"

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But somewhere along the way, I had forgotten that none of those things meant much if the person giving them made you feel alone. I still didn’t think I deserved to find out she was divorcing me from a stack of paper on an empty bed. “So what now?” Vincent asked. “I don’t know.” I replied and it was the truth. Vincent watched me for a moment. “You’re Roman Ashford,” he said. “You always know what you’re going to do.” “Not this time.” “That might be the first time I’ve heard you admit that.” I ignored him and took a drink. The whiskey burned down my throat.

I waited until the fight in my shoulders eased a fraction. Truly the silent people are the most dangerous of all. He removed his hand. “You’re insane,” I whispered. “Maybe.” He stood and started unbuttoning his shirt. “But I’m done being the quiet one you walk all over.” His shirt hit the floor. I couldn’t look away. Lean muscle from years of construction work, a faint scar on his ribs I’d never bothered to ask about. He toed off his boots, unbuckled his belt, and let his jeans drop.

Every family gathering came with subtle hints, suspicious questions, and not-so-subtle reminders about marriage and children. Unfortunately for them, I still had businesses to run, deals to close, and an empire to manage. Romance wasn’t on my agenda, and neither were babies. On my way out of the hospital, I stopped by the gynaecology department to see my older sister, Nora. “Hello, Spider,” I teased. She didn’t even look up, eyes locked on a stack of reports. I reached over and plucked them from her hands. I wasn’t expecting to see Chloe’s name,William’s wife. Why the hell would she book an appointment here?