Share
Desperate Plan
Related chapters
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Loud Whispers
Andrew I knew he was so disoriented and confused, but he followed me. I know he’d wanted to ask why I didn’t take her to the hospital, but he kept the questions to himself. It made me wonder if following me was a way of telling me he cared but doesn’t know why. We got to Anne’s apartment and knocked. I’d already sent a message to her earlier telling her I was visiting with Vincent and that she should act sick. She had a lot of questions. “What? Why? When? This wasn’t part of the plan, Andrew?” she’d messaged. Her mum opened the door when we’d knocked. The shocked expression she had on her face would have had me howling with laughter if the situation wasn’t dire. “Uh… we’re here to check up on Anne. We heard she isn't feeling too good,” I told Anne’s mum, Rachael. “She isn't?” she asked with raised brows. I didn’t dare look at my brother because he would read through me. Although confused and stunned, Rachael still allowed us into the house. “What will you have?” Rachael asked,
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Fetch Lucy
Anne Scared was an understatement. I was mortified. I didn’t know where Andrew was going with this, but hearing my baby cry was terrifying. It was too early for Vincent to know about Lucy. Plus, God forbid, if he has another migraine episode, I don’t know how bad it’ll be this time. Vincent bent his head to the side as if listening clearly to be certain it was really a baby crying. For the first time in my life, I was going to deny my baby. I had opened my mouth, ready to say that the cry was from my little niece, but Andrew beat me to it. “Marie, Lucy is crying. Go fetch her,” Andrew ordered, like it was the most normal thing for me to have a baby crying in the room. I widened my eyes in shock at Andrew’s bold utterances. He was acting crazy. I blinked at him when I caught his eyes, expecting him to get his acts together, but he simply turned his face away and did the worse. “Marie has a baby girl,” he said to Vincent, with a huge smile on his face. Vincent turned and looked
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Emotional Stroll
Anne I stood in front of his door again, fidgeting. I’d knocked twice and was going to knock a third time when he answered. “Hello,” I greeted in what I would call a normal voice. “Hello, Marie,” he responded in a voice that sounded displeased to see me. “Andrew is not home,” he added “Ye…ah,” I stuttered. “I’m not here for him. I came to see you,” I said, slightly wincing as I waited for a reply. He stared at me for a while before clearing his throat and responding. “Alright. Come on in.” “No. Why don’t we take a stroll down the street?” I proposed, still wincing. I don’t know why I was expecting him to say no to me and whatever I had to say, then bang the door in my face. I guess it was how he left in the morning. I feel he wasn’t pleased with something Andrew and I must have said or done. I dared not let this fester because I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing that I must have done something to make him leave like that. It would’ve kept me up all night. He stared at me once m
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Misplaced Names
Vincent I was hurting. I knew she was definitely a part of my past, and I knew I was madly in love with her. That’s the only reason that best explained the spasmodic desires that engulf me whenever I was close to her. But I don’t trust her. She said she didn’t want to reveal the truth for my sake, but I doubted her. She was hiding something. That should be the reason my brain shut her out. I might have been telling myself that coming back here was to inform my dad of my intentions to marry Arya, but that wasn’t the entire reason. I came back for closure. My past haunted me. I felt it was time to return the favor, but in the end, as I walked away from Anne, I realized I was, in fact, ambushed. It got worse. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat properly, couldn’t have a decent conversation with Arya all because my brain kept bringing up images of that lady’s face, which was quite hilarious because the same brain was shutting me out from my past with her. The first moment I laid eyes o
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Bias
Vincent ‘Anne.’ I guess that’s her real name. It actually rang a bell. I remember pronouncing that name, and it must have meant so much to me because whenever I called it out, which I was doing often since that time with Arya in the kitchen, I felt a cacophony of emotions attack me. There was peace, followed by fear, then agitation, trepidation, fury, and what have you? It was strange. Her name held so much power, yet I couldn’t still remember. It was frustrating! “Have you booked the tickets, Vin?” mum asked from where she sat on the couch. She’d come around right after Arya left the house. Arya has been giving me the silent treatment ever since I mistakenly called her the name that tormented my subconscious, the day before. “Yes, mum,” I replied grudgingly from the dining table where I was getting some reading done. “Have you heard from dad?” I asked. “No, hun, but don’t you worry, he would be available for the wedding. I just received his clothes from his tailor. We’ll be tr
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Led by my Heart
Vincent Mum had threatened to take Anne’s baby away from her. She’d told me how she'd contacted her lawyers and had every paperwork done so that once Arya and I leave, the real work starts. “No, mum,” I’d refused. “Son, that our grandchild there. She cannot live in the slums,” she’d argued. “I’ve been there, mum. It’s not a slum, and Andrew is more than capable of caring for that child,” I countered. I was hurting real bad. I felt like I was drowning… it was overwhelming. Having these massive conflicting emotions, then having to stick up for what I believed was right, was slowly killing me. “Son, she has to pay for what she’d done to us! She cannot go scot-free. My husband and I, for over a year, have had no meaningful conversation because of her. He’d gone rigid around me,” she said in tears. “He’d not touched me for over a year because of that witch, Vincent,” she divulged bitterly. “She created a rift between your brother and yourself in the past, now, a much bigger one by hav
Our Hearts Beat For Anne He's Leaving Again
Andrew My brother has been ignoring me ever since I took him to see Anne a day ago. I don’t know what he was thinking, but for him to be acting this way, his thoughts weren’t in our favor. Anne had gone there to meet with him that same day while I’d gone straight to the studio. I was going to call Anne and ask how it transpired, but we finished so late at night and I was so exhausted that I passed out immediately my head touched my pillow back at our family house. The next day, I called Anne, but she didn’t answer. I called Vincent, but he, too, ignored my calls. So, after my recording session, I’d gone to Vincent’s but when I saw my mum’s car parked in front of the house, I made a U-turn and headed for Anne’s apartment instead. It was a sunny afternoon. I got there and met her coiled up on her bed, crying her eyes out once again. Racheal and Pam were there trying to make her eat her food. “You’ll make Rachael miss her doctor’s appointment, Anne,” Pam had warned. That was the only
Our Hearts Beat For Anne A Confession
Vincent “We need to talk, Arya,” I said, watching her enter the parlor. She stretched her mouth into a thin line, nodding her head in agreement. “We’re finally having the talk,” she said, removing her jacket and dropping it on the couch alongside her bag. “Alright, I’m ready,” she said, after sitting down on the couch opposite mine. Silence engulfed us for minutes. It was as if we both knew where all this was headed. “Arya, I’m sorry,” I began. “I thought I could do it, but I can’t. It would be a total mess marrying me in this state. You guys were right, I’ve not healed entirely, and I shouldn’t have come back here…” I had my eyes on her the entire time, gauging her reaction. She simply looked back at me without a flinch. “Arya, let’s call off the wedding,” I conferred. She didn’t respond or divulge any emotion that showed how she felt about what I said. After what felt like ages, she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, then cleared her throat. “It’s sad. Honestly, I prayed it w
Latest chapter
- Our Hearts Beat For Anne Epilogue
- Our Hearts Beat For Anne Home
- Our Hearts Beat For Anne The Voices
- Our Hearts Beat For Anne Silhouette in the Rain
- Our Hearts Beat For Anne Goodbye World
- Our Hearts Beat For Anne A Confession
- Our Hearts Beat For Anne He's Leaving Again
- Our Hearts Beat For Anne Led by my Heart
- Our Hearts Beat For Anne Bias
