Written in the Stars

Episode7

Driven Point of View

Driven halted his car in front of the lab where he worked. As he switched off the engine, a long, heavy breath escaped him along with the quietness of the car. Tears ran silently down his warm flash cheeks while his hand remained resting on the key. It didn’t matter that an entire year had passed—he still loved her. That rush of love never died inside him for her and when he was there today with her at the graves of the two daughters their lost.

He could feel it.

He still love her.

Beside everything what happen .

Joelien would always be the love of his life, even if he was married to another woman now, even if he had a daughter with her. Nothing had changed the truth in his heart.

He pulled the key from the ignition and quickly wiped his tears away.

Tilting his head back, he let it rest against the seat. His heart felt unbearably heavy, weighed down by emotions he could never outrun. And in the quiet of the car, Joelien last words echoed through his mind, sharp as broken glass:

“I am no longer your problem anymore.”

The words repeated like a broken record. His heart was broken all over of her words.

If only she knew.

She had always mattered.

She would always matter. Their history lived inside him, inerasable, stitched into every part of who he was. He could never simply forget her—not the good, not the pain, not the pieces of themselves they once shared.

Driven closed his eyes for a brief moment, and more tears slipped free. It still hurt—the wound, the raw ache between them. He couldn’t fix the past, couldn’t steal away her pain, couldn’t undo the damage.

They have being through so much together and nothing could change the hurt and the pain their share together.

Inside him, emotions collided like a storm, tearing at him until he felt himself cracking all over again.

He opened his eyes and glanced at the time—nearly nine. He should go inside. He should check in. There was work but need to be done and he have to finest it before Monday have arrived.

With heaviness he pulled his strength together and open his car door then got out . He wipe the last tears of his face try to fix himself up before closing his car door then head in to the big white building where he worked.

It was Saturday and he would rather be at work now then at home. He could not dare to go back , some days was it painful to be there . At the life he never wanted for himself .

He loved his daughter Michaela deeply . But the life he have choose for himself was painful. Being with a woman he only married because of the child entrance. And each day it was painful to live this life.

So after fixing himself he drag himself toward the entrance to get the day started . With heaviness in his heart and unsaid words he tried to push it aside and try to put a fake smile on as he greeted his co- workers . Even if he was hurt inside he tried hard to hide it away from the world.

Joelien Point of View

As fast as she could, Joelien drove the horse back to the stable, tears streaming down her face. Everything from her past with Driven came rushing back to the surface of her heart. How could he just show up like that and suddenly act so caring? He hadn’t cared the night their daughter died — when she needed him most. Instead, he had been getting drunk at a bar and sleeping with Braire, a complete stranger.

Matthew was the one who had been there for her that night, holding her while she fell apart in the hospital. Driven had only stayed a short while before disappearing again. No one knew where he went, and that had shattered her even more.

How dare he care about her now? How dare he ask about her health?

She pulled Spirit to a halt and slid off, removing the saddle with shaking hands and placing it back on its rack. She turned the horse loose so he could drink and eat.

She needed to get away from here.

Blinded by tears, Joelien stumbled back toward the old farmhouse, her only thought to grab her keys and get the hell out. Driven was on this farm, and she refused to be anywhere near him while he was here.

As she approached the house, she looked up and saw her cousin standing in front of it. A wave of relief washed over her. Lucas had come at exactly the right moment. She broke into a run.

Lucas noticed her immediately, but his expression shifted from surprise to deep concern when he saw the brokenness in her eyes. Joelien threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest as sobs tore through her like a little girl.

Lucas didn’t say a word. He simply wrapped his strong arms around her and held her tighter.

For months she had tried to avoid Driven, tried to move on with her life. And now he had appeared out of nowhere, acting like he still had the right to care. It killed her to see him. It killed her to hear his voice.

How could he do this to her? After he slept with another woman and got her pregnant while they were still mourning their daughter?

“Cuz,” Lucas said softly, still holding her. “What happened?”

She pressed her face deeper into his chest, her throat tight, barely able to speak.

“Is it your anemia?” he asked, worry thick in his voice.

She shook her head. “No… it’s Driven.”

Lucas pulled back slightly, lifting her chin with gentle fingers so he could see her tear-streaked face. His green eyes darkened with anger.

“What do you mean?” he asked. “What did he do? The way you look right now… what the hell did that man say to you?”

His jaw tightened. “That bastard… he has no business with you after what he did.”

Joelien let out a heavy, shaky sigh as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Damn it,” Lucas muttered. “Come on. Let’s go to my place. You shouldn’t be alone right now, Cuz.”

She didn’t argue. When Lucas took her hand and led her toward his truck in the driveway, she followed silently.