Fractured Vows

r heart raced. Six years. It all felt like a burden she could no longer bear after six years of silence and separation. The streets she used to travel with George, t

as she fixed her jacket served as a continual reminder that she had changed. She was no longer the Jessica who had devoted he

hose six years. She felt as though she may be eaten whole at every turn, b

of the street. She was aware that he was inside. Prescott, George. Her heart had been ripped apa

utiful features that had made her heart race, and his dark hair, which was slightly graying at the temples, was carefully combed back. However, he

d hurt her so profoundly. Anger grew in her chest with each stride she took toward him. Was

n into her face. She needed to face him. She needed to know if he was still a hu

lete halt. What if he

erocious purpose, her heels clicking on the pavement as she got closer to the building's entr

Nothing could have prepared her for the sensation of seeing him again, this man who had

sive man she had recalled, tall and broad-shouldered, and exuded a sense of authority. His eyes, albeit obscu

or never, she knew. George looked up as she got closer, and his eyes briefly recognized her bef

react automatically? His deep brown eyes, the ones she had previously lost herself in, wer

iet. The intensity of the feelings churning between them had not diminished despit

e you again," in a harsh voic

ers walking down the street, stood the guy she had once called h

er gaze narrowed. "George, you can't pretend that this is a casu

ed to one of indifference as he straightened up. "Jessica, what do yo

r voice unwavering. "I want to talk. to obtain

ent. He then gestured for her to follow him as

that exuded an atmosphere of unsaid tension. Despite having her arms crossed in front of her,

at behind his gleaming desk with his fingers pushed on his brow.

rstand why I'm here," she said in a low, mena

you nothing at all. I took the ne

ath seized in her throat. His nerves. He still believ

voice trembling now, her anguish showing through her voice de

ossible to read. "And, didn't I damag

ly abandon me. You broke me. You didn't even seem to care when you s

-guilt crossing his face. His mouth o

hair, he reclined in his chair. "I d

hy did you? George, wh

unsaid words that hung in the air like a storm ready to erupt, was palpable to Jessica. H

, but the words becam

emorse or will he ultimately acknowl