Chapter 13
Chapter 13
I stood frozen, staring at Oliver’s face. He looked desperate
his eyes bloodshot and his hair unkempt. He held onto my arm tightly, his grip firm but not painful, as if he thought I’d vanish if he let go.
“Hannah, please,” he begged, his voice trembling. “Just hear me out. We need to talk.”
I pulled my arm away, taking a step back. “There’s nothing left to talk about, Oliver,” I said coldly. “Nothing matters now.”
“But it does!” he insisted, his voice cracking. “I made mistakes–huge ones–but I can’t lose you. Not like this. Please, Hannah.”
I shook my head, crossing my arms to shield myself from his words. “It’s too late, Oliver. I’ve moved on. You should, too.”
His face contorted with pain, but instead of accepting my words, he stepped closer. “I’ll do anything.” he said desperately. “Anything to fix this.”
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“Oliver, stop!” I snapped. “You can’t fix this. You can’t undo the past, and I don’t want you my life anymore.”
Before he could respond, Scott stepped in between us, his broad frame acting as a shield. “You heard her,” Scott said firmly. “Leave her alone.”
“This doesn’t concern you,” Oliver snarled, his voice low and threatening.
“It concerns me when you won’t take no for an answer,” Scott replied, his tone calm but sharp.
The tension between them was evident, and I could feel my heart racing as I realized how quickly things were escalating.
“Scott, it’s fine,” I said, trying to defuse the situation. “Let’s just go.”
But Oliver wasn’t backing down. “You think you can just replace me?” he snapped at Scott, his fists clenching.
“I didn’t replace you,” I shot back. “You destroyed everything yourself.”
In a flash, Oliver lunged at Scott, shoving him hard. Scott stumbled but quickly recovered, retaliating with a firm push of his own.
“Stop it!” I yelled, stepping between them, but neither of them listened.
Before I knew it, they were on the ground, fists flying as they grappled with each other. I screamed, trying to pull them apart, but they were too caught up in their fight.
“Help!” I shouted, looking around frantically.
Two security guards rushed over, grabbing Oliver and pulling him off Scott. Oliver struggled against their hold, his voice hoarse as he yelled, “Hannah, please! Don’t do this! I need
you!
I stepped back, my hands trembling as I looked at him. His once confident and composed demeanor was gone, replaced by a man unraveling at the seams.
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“Get him out of here,” I ordered the quards, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. The guards nodded, dragging Oliver away as he continued to plead. “Hannah! Please! Don’t do this”
I turned away, not wanting to watch anymore. My chest felt heavy, but I refused to let myself feel anything for him. This was his doing, and he had to live with the consequences. Later that evening, Scott and I returned home. He had a few bruises, and I couldn’t help but feel guilty as I handed him an ice pack
Tm sorry,” I said softly, sitting beside him on the couch.
Scott smiled, wincing slightly as he pressed the ice pack to his jaw. “Don’t apologize. What matters is that you’re okay”
I looked down, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. “I am okay. I just need some rest.” Scott placed a reassuring hand on my knee. “You’ve been through a lot. Take it one step at a time. I’ll be here.”
His words comforted me, but the lingering fear of Oliver’s presence weighed heavily on my mind.
That night, I tried to sleep, but my mind wouldn’t rest. Images of Oliver’s face, his desperate voice, and the fight replayed over and over. At some point, I must have drifted off, but it didn’t bring peace.
In my dreams, I was back in the nightmare of my past. I could hear the laughter of the men who tortured me, their cruel voices taunting me. I screamed, thrashing in my sleep as the terror consumed me.
“Hannah!” A voice broke through the darkness, pulling me back.
I jolted awake, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. Scott was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands on my shoulders, his eyes filled with concern.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he said gently. “It was just a dream. You’re safe.”
I couldn’t speak, my throat tight as tears streamed down my face.
Scott didn’t say anything else. He just pulled me into his arms, holding me until the shaking stopped. His warmth and steady presence grounded me, and for the first time that night, I felt like I could breathe again.
“Thank you,” I whispered as I leaned against him, exhausted.
He brushed a strand of hair from my face. “Get some rest,” he said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I nodded, my eyes fluttering shut as sleep claimed me once more. This time, I slept peacefully, Scott’s calming presence keeping the nightmares at bay.
The next morning, I woke up feeling a little better. Scott had left a cup of coffee on the nightstand, along with a note that simply read, “I’ll always protect you.”
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The next morning, I woke up feeling a little better. Scott had left a cup of coffee on the nightstand, along with a note that simply read, “I’ll always protect you”
I smiled, clutching the note tightly. But as much as I appreciated Scott’s comfort, the unease from the previous day still lingered. Oliver was in Sydney now, and I didn’t know
what he would do next..
Later that afternoon, as I sat in my office reviewing blueprints, the receptionist walked in holding a bouquet of roses,
“These just arrived for you,” she said, placing them on my desk.
I frowned, pulling out the card attached to the flowers. My stomach turned as I read the name signed at the bottom. Oliver.
Without hesitation, I picked up the bouquet and walked to the trash can, dumping it inside.
I dusted off my hands, returning to my desk with a sense of finality. Oliver could send all the flowers in the world, but it wouldn’t change anything.
I was done with him.
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I stood frozen, staring at Oliver’s face. He looked desperate, his eyes bloodshot and his hair unkempt. He held onto my arm tightly, his grip firm but not painful, as if he thought I’d vanish if he let go..
“Hannah, please,” he begged, his voice trembling. “Just hear me out. We need to talk.”
I pulled my arm away, taking a step back. “There’s nothing left to talk about, Oliver,” I said coldly. “Nothing matters now.”
“But it does!” he insisted, his voice cracking. “I made mistakes–huge ones–but I can’t lose you. Not like this. Please, Hannah.”
I shook my head, crossing my arms to shield myself from his words. “It’s too late, Oliver. I’ve moved on. You should, too.”
His face contorted with pain, but instead of accepting my words, he stepped closer. “I’ll do anything,” he said desperately. “Anything to fix this.”
“Oliver, stop!” I snapped. “You can’t fix this. You can’t undo the past, and I don’t want you in my life anymore.”
Before he could respond, Scott stepped in between us, his broad frame acting as a shield. “You heard her,” Scott said firmly. “Leave her alone.”
“This doesn’t concern you,” Oliver snarled, his voice low and threatening.
“It concerns me when you won’t take no for an answer,” Scott replied, his tone calm but sharp.
The tension between them was evident, and I could feel my heart racing as I realized how quickly things were escalating.
“Scott, it’s fine,” I said, trying to defuse the situation. “Let’s just go.”
But Oliver wasn’t backing down. “You think you can just replace me?” he snapped at Scott, his fists clenching.
“I didn’t replace you,” I shot back. “You destroyed everything yourself.”
In a flash, Oliver lunged at Scott, shoving him hard. Scott stumbled but quickly recovered, retaliating with a firm push of his own.
“Stop it!” I yelled, stepping between them, but neither of them listened.
Before I knew it, they were on the ground, fists flying as they grappled with each other. I screamed, trying to pull them apart, but they were too caught up in their fight.
“Help!” I shouted, looking around frantically.
Two security guards rushed over, grabbing Oliver and pulling him off Scott. Oliver struggled against their hold, his voice hoarse as he yelled, “Hannah, please! Don’t do this! I need you!
I stepped back, my hands trembling as I looked at him. His once confident and composed demeanor was gone, replaced by a man unraveling at the seams.
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I turned away, not wanting to watch anymore. My chest felt heavy, but I refused to let myself feel anything for him. This was his doing, and he had to live with the consequences. Later that evening, Scott and I returned home. He had a few bruises, and I couldn’t help but feel guilty as I handed him an ice pack.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly, sitting beside him on the couch.
Scott smiled, wincing slightly as he pressed the ice pack to his jaw. “Don’t apologize. What matters is that you’re okay.”
I looked down, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. “I am okay. I just need some rest.”
Scott placed a reassuring hand on my knee. “You’ve been through a lot. Take it one step at
a time. I’ll be here.”
His words comforted me, but the lingering fear of Oliver’s presence weighed heavily on my
mind.
That night, I tried to sleep, but my mind wouldn’t rest. Images of Oliver’s face, his desperate voice, and the fight replayed over and over. At some point, I must have drifted off, but it didn’t bring peace.
In my dreams, I was back in the nightmare of my past. I could hear the laughter of the men who tortured me, their cruel voices taunting me. I screamed, thrashing in my sleep as the
terror consumed me.
“Hannah!” A voice broke through the darkness, pulling me back.
I jolted awake, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. Scott was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands on my shoulders, his eyes filled with concern.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he said gently. “It was just a dream. You’re safe.”
I couldn’t speak, my throat tight as tears streamed down my face.
Scott didn’t say anything else. He just pulled me into his arms, holding me until the shaking stopped. His warmth and steady presence grounded me, and for the first time that night, I felt like I could breathe again.
“Thank you,” I whispered as I leaned against him, exhausted.
He brushed a strand of hair from my face. “Get some rest,” he said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I nodded, my eyes fluttering shut as sleep claimed me once more. This time, I slept peacefully, Scott’s calming presence keeping the nightmares at bay.
The next morning, I woke up feeling a little better. Scott had left a cup of coffee on the nightstand, along with a note that simply read, “I’ll always protect you.”
I smiled, clutching the note tightly. But as much as I appreciated Scott’s comfort, the unease from the previous day still lingered. Oliver was in Sydney now, and I didn’t know
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