"𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲."
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Elena's life is flipped upside down when her sister runs away on her wedding day and she is forced to marry her husband who despises her.
He hates her with...
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|Xavier Conway|
Longing for someone I knew I couldn't really have sucked the life out of me so bad I felt it manifest in me physically.
My head pounded so badly I couldn't even go to work and barely had the energy and will to move. Were these withdrawal symptoms since we hadn't spoken in the past twenty-four hours?
I flipped over to lie on my back, taking a deep breath. The aftereffect was a nauseating ache around my temples that made everything in my bedroom spin.
Shit.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a migraine. Maybe that was why this one felt so ruthless and unforgiving.
I took another deep sigh before reaching for my phone from the nightstand, tolerating the stabbing pain around my eyelids.
Narrowing my eyes to slits, to reduce the effect of the phone's brightness, I unlocked it, going straight to my chat with Elena.
She hadn't responded to my messages and neither had she returned my calls. I tried not to overthink the reason why. She was working now and enthusiastic about it. Maybe she was occupied at work and giving it her all or being careful.
She had to have a good reason for not communicating with me.
I tried texting her—to tell her I missed her or I wasn't feeling well and whatever bullshit excuses I could make to get her attention, but I couldn't hit send on either of the messages.
I was being immature. She had a life and it didn't revolve around me. I had to give her breathing space.
I put my phone back on the nightstand, or at least I tried before I heard it crash onto the floor.
Fuck.
Choosing to ignore it, I lay on my back, shutting my eyes and trying to block out any wishful thoughts. Maybe that way, I could forget about her.
Half an hour later, nothing had changed and if anything, I thought about her even more.
What if she wasn't okay and something had happened to her? What if someone had gone through our chat, discovered our affair and was using it against her? What if—
The sound of the doorbell broke my disturbing chain of what-ifs. I didn't react immediately, waiting for the third ring as if someone else would get it.
These were the cons of living all by myself and practically being a loner. If I didn't get things done myself, no one else would.
I wasn't expecting anyone. Who could be at the door?
I contemplated ignoring it but ended up getting up anyway. I'd been cramped in bed through midday and perhaps moving around and escaping the dark four walls of my bedroom would do me some good.
