In 'Meant to Collide', Sky Chandler, a powerful CEO, first captured Jules Parker's heart in high school with kindness and charisma. Jules idolizes Sky, but their paths cross again years later in the corporate world, where the once-inspiring figure h...
Happiness, surprise, and joy—these fleeting yet profound emotions color life, much like anger, fear, and sadness. Each must be embraced and experienced to grow, to understand, and to act. Breaking down when necessary is not a sign of weakness but of humanity.
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In the stillness of a vibrant room shrouded in darkness, Jules sat motionless, her thoughts heavier than the silence around her. The liveliness of her space felt like a mockery of her desolate heart. She replayed Sky's harsh words, each syllable cutting deeper, and she felt herself unraveling, piece by piece. Her chest heaved as the weight of it all bore down on her, and eventually, she succumbed to restless sleep, her mind still caught in the storm of despair.
The sharp vibration of her phone startled her awake. Groggy and hesitant, Jules fumbled for her bag and retrieved the phone, staring at the caller ID for a moment before answering.
"Mon, what happened?" Dianne's concerned voice filled the void.
"Noah called," Dianne continued before Jules could respond. "He told me Sir Sky blew up at you. Is it true?"
A lump formed in Jules' throat. Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered brokenly, "He doesn't love me anymore, Dianne. He hates me. He really hates me." Her voice cracked, and she broke into sobs, the pain she'd tried to suppress spilling out.
"Hey, take it easy," Dianne's soothing voice urged. "It'll be okay. Just breathe."
But Jules couldn't. Words failed her. Unable to hold the conversation any longer, she hung up, letting the phone slip from her trembling hands. She sat in silence, her gaze fixed on Sky's photograph glowing faintly in the dark.
Morning came, though the light felt like a burden rather than relief. Jules' phone vibrated again, breaking the stillness. She hesitated, her heart too heavy to move, but eventually answered.
"Hello, Miss Mia," Jules greeted in a tired tone.
"Mon, are you alright? You don't sound good," Mia said, her voice tinged with concern.
"I'm fine," Jules lied. "I just woke up."
Mia hesitated before confessing, "I called to let you know you don't need to lie about the Facebook account anymore. I already told Sky it was me."
Jules' breath hitched. "What did he say?"
"Of course, he gave me an earful," Mia admitted with a soft chuckle. "But it's better this way. Letting him vent at me cleared the air. You don't need to stress over this anymore, Mon. Please, take care of yourself."
Relief mixed with guilt washed over Jules. "Thank you, Miss Mia. Truly."
Mia continued, her voice warm. "I'm sorry for Sky too. I didn't expect him to react so harshly or to get jealous. Please rest, Mon. You deserve it."
Jules ended the call, feeling a glimmer of peace for the first time in days. She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts still lingering on Sky.
