Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Oh God, Raven. Please don’t fall in love with him again,” Sunny admonishes suddenly.
I’m silent for a while as I ponder her words. “I don’t know. Did I ever fall out of love with him?”
“Raven,” she calls, her tone filled with concern.
“Oh, Sunny, I’ve never fallen out of love with him. I pretended to the whole world and even myself, but there is no one else for me. There never was and never will be. Either way, I’m not giving up yet.”
“But he’s been an asshole to you,” she cries.
“Yes, he’s been an asshole, but if I believe that underneath that harsh exterior, he is hurting. Something happened to make him change so drastically and I’m not going to give up on him until I know what it is. And in the end, if after all my effort it still doesn’t work, I won’t be haunted by the fact that I didn’t try hard enough.”
She releases a heavy sigh. “All right. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Wasn’t it you who said getting hurt is part of life?” I remind her.
“I did, but I didn’t mean it for you to use it against me.”
I laugh.
“Hm …” she hums, her voice softening. “You really love him to pieces, huh?”
“Yeah,” I admit, crouching back down to gather the last few berries. “Stop worrying about me. I’ll be okay. My dad’s going to get better. I’m handling things on that end and things will work out, you’ll see.”
“What’s the sex like?” she asks suddenly.
I flush, glad she can’t see me. “He comes to my room. We … uh … we get busy as usual.”
“Just how busy?” she asks cheekily.
I chuckle.
“Answer the question,” she insists.
“Look, I’ll stop by soon and maybe I’ll share details.”
“You better because I tell you everything.” Sunny goes suddenly quiet, and the silence stretches just long enough to make me glance at my phone.
“You’re too good for him, you know that, right?” she says, her voice choked with emotion.
I laugh softly. “I’m not sure about that, especially now that he seems to have all the money in the world.”
“Money is not part of this equation. Charles had money too, and see how much of a tool he was.”
“Yeah, Charles lied to me, but somehow it doesn’t hurt. I guess because I never loved him.”
Sunny sighs at this. “At this point, I’m not even sure whose side I’m on. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t even know who to choose.”
“It’s not a matter of choice,” I reply. “Earl’s always been in my heart. Even when I hated him for leaving so abruptly, he was still in my heart. If he still didn’t have a dime to his name, he would still be in my heart. I truly wonder where he got the impression that this is not the case. It is so damn frustrating.”
“Do you think someone told him something?” she asks. “Like someone who was jealous of you and wanted to break you both up.”
I smile, grateful for her presence and ear daily. “Nah. Earl wouldn’t believe anyone over me. It’s something else. Thanks for being around, Sunny. You’ve been keeping me sane these past weeks.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s my job,” she says. “Alright, get back to picking those strawberries. I am excited about the idea of baking a strawberry cake.”
“More boxes of homegrown strawberries than you need coming up,” I tell her cheerfully.
“Good. I’ll be waiting.”
I glance at the full basket, my chest warming at the thought of my father enjoying the fruits of my labor. “I think I’ll also send some to my dad as well. He loves strawberries.”
“Good idea. Ooo … there’s a customer who needs me. Talk later?” she says.
“Yeah, later,” I say and hang up.
I pull the earbuds out, and the greenhouse is suddenly quiet again. The sun filters through the glass, golden and warm, and for the first time since I got married, I feel a flicker of peace. I know now what I want to do.
CHAPTER 30
EARL
The office has finally come together, but the process has been a blur of deadlines, decisions, and late nights that have left little room for anything else. Still, as I sit at my desk, I can’t shake the nagging awareness of what she’s been doing. It’s in little things, subtle adjustments that she thinks I will hardly notice.
The soups.
At first, I thought it was the staff who’d changed the meals, but it’s too specific—exactly the kinds of things I once gravitated toward. Come on, scrambled eggs with bits of crispy bacon in it. That’s completely my thing! And she’s the only one who knows it.
Where I used to not bother with food and settle for a quick coffee breakfast, I’ve now shifted to a rather pleasant food I actually want to eat. Her famous pancakes with strawberries and fresh cream or those blueberry muffins she gets from the bakery in town. It was satisfying in a way I hadn’t expected and I finished more than I expected to.