One More Chance To Make It Right

Chapter12 Just For Tonight

Megan's footsteps were heavy as she entered the hotel suite, her fatigue evident in the lines of her face.

She turned to Bryan, her voice gentle and pleading, "Bryan, I can't do this anymore. Please, can we just share the bed tonight?" The couch was not comfortable, not with all the walking he made her go through today.

Bryan's response was a mixture of arrogance and pride. He waved a hand dismissively toward the couch, his tone condescending, "Megan, we've been through this already. You are to sleep on the couch. It's what you're supposed to do," his tone was hard, not even an atom of emotions in them. Not when she ignored him when they entered.

Megan's voice quivered with a blend of exhaustion and sadness as she continued to implore.

"But Bryan, I've been sleeping on the couch for so long now. Just for tonight, can't we just share? No harm will be done, right?"

If she has to plead like this for him to grant her, her wish, she will surely do so, she gazed at him as she heard his response.

His response was anything but not kind. He rolled his eyes, showing impatience in every gesture.

"Megan, don't make this more complicated than it needs to be. Just stick to the plan," he said dismissively, he wanted to go to the bathroom when he heard her voice again.

She made a final effort, her voice still soft and filled with longing, "Bryan, please, it's just for one night. I'm so tired," her heart ached as she watched his expression remain the same, not even a flick.

His arrogance remained unyielding as he retorted, "You should have thought about that before agreeing to all of this, Megan," the way she was acting weak was fake, afterwards, he had been with women who deceived him with their pure demeanor.

Megan felt utterly defeated, her eyes were pleading as she looked at Bryan.

"Bryan, Just this once, you don't have to bring up the contract again," her voice was a mere whisper.

His pride unwavering, turned away from her. He dismissed her with a condescending tone.

"No, Megan. When I say no, it is a no, I don't go back on my words," he declared and didn't wait for her to say any more words. He walked into the bathroom and slammed the door very loudly.

With a heavy heart, she turned away from him, her spirit crushed. She made her way to the couch, her eyes were filled with sadness and her body aching with exhaustion. It was a couch she had become far too familiar with during their time together, and tonight was no exception.

Lying down on the uncomfortable couch, she couldn't help but reflect on how their relationship had deteriorated. The time they shared love and affection was only for a charade, a performance for the sake of appearances. She couldn't understand how Bryan could be so heartless and cold.

As she lay in the dimly lit room, her eyes filled with tears that silently rolled down her cheeks. She felt the weight of their fabricated relationship pressing down on her. Sleep proved elusive, and her heart was heavy with the realization that he had always been distant and would never change an unfeeling presence.

Meanwhile, in the same room, Bryan was sleeping soundly on the comfortable bed. His arrogance and pride remained unshaken, his commitment to the facade unwavering. He felt no remorse for Megan's suffering, no empathy for her silent tears. The chasm between them, both physically and emotionally, had grown wider with each passing day.

The Next Day.

The morning sun streamed through the window of the hotel suite, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. The light danced on the walls, creating a soft, inviting ambiance. As Megan stirred from her uncomfortable slumber on the couch, she stretched her tired limbs, feeling the stiffness that had settled in overnight.

The hotel suite was a mixture of luxury and emptiness. Elegant furnishings, including a grand, neatly made bed, contrasted starkly with the absence of genuine warmth and intimacy. The room was spacious, with soft, muted colors adorning the walls, creating a serene atmosphere that belied the turmoil within.

Her appearance was disheveled, her hair tousled and her eyes carrying the traces of sleepless nights, was a stark contrast to the pristine surroundings. Her expression held a hint of resignation, a reflection of the emotional exhaustion she had grown accustomed to.

She looked over the couch and saw the bed to be empty.

'Meeting' was the word that came to her mind.

She got up from the couch and moved to the window, drawn by the sunlight that spilled into the room. The view from the window framed a picturesque scene, with a cityscape in the distance and the promise of a new day. She gazed out, feeling a mix of hope and sadness, longing for a different reality.

The air in the suite carried a sense of stillness, the silence speaking volumes about the divide between the two occupants. The remnants of their argument from the night before still lingered, a palpable tension that clung to the room's atmosphere.

Her fingers traced the window's edge, her mind filled with thoughts of what could have been. Her gaze remained fixed on the outside world, a world of possibilities that felt tantalizingly out of reach.

As the sunlight continued to bathe the room in its warm embrace, Megan's reflection in the window pane told a story of someone trying to find her way through the complexities of a life that had become a web of secrets and unspoken truths. The morning held the promise of a new beginning, yet the weight of her reality pressed down on her like a heavy shroud.

She heaved a deep sigh and left the window, she went into the bathroom to clean up. She unusually felt weak, as if she did a strenuous work that drained all of her energy.

She reached out for the landline phone, its cord trailing back to a beige wall-mounted unit in the corner of the hotel suite. She dialed the number for the front desk, the rotary dial making a soft clicking sound with each number. As the call went through, her voice was polite and clear as she placed an order for food.

Her order was brought and she wanted to pay for it but she was told her husband had paid already. She filled her growling stomach while she scrolled her phone, something to keep her busy.

She remembered that she promised to call her younger brother and she hadn't, so she decided to call him as she dialed his number.

"Lil brother," she called out longingly with a sad smile on her face.

"I've been expecting your call for so long, sis," Atlas's voice was heard over the phone.

Hearing his voice calms all her nerves, she was nearly crying, but she fought back her tears and responded to him.

"I'm sorry, dear. I went on my honeymoon with my husband. I wasn't able to go through my phone at all," she informed him. She felt disgusted when she said the word 'my honeymoon'.

"Oh! I see. Mum said she called you but it wasn't going through,"

"My regards to Mum and Dad. How is your basketball practice?" She decided not to say anything that kept reminding her of 'him'.

"I met a girl so…"

With this, they both got engaged in a conversation that revolved around her brother.

"Hmm, you like her, don't you?" She teased him.

"Of course. She's cute and gives this gentle vibe," he stated shyly.

Megan chuckled when she heard her brother, he just clocked 18 and he's now thinking about girls. She advised him to focus on his dream and not to be distracted by any puppy love.

She hung up feeling her mood was getting better. She decided to call Isabella, who had been texting her but hadn't had time to return her text.

"My sweetest dearest," she called out sweetly, with a cheeky smile.

"Now you remember me,"

"Of course not, my love. I've just been busy lately. I promise," she explained.

"I saw it, your pictures and videos are online. Have you guys reconciled now? The pictures are cute, I must say,"

Megan began explaining how her life had been so far without missing a thing. She was still on the phone call when the door suddenly flung open, revealing the grumpy old man, who had a frown on.

He was in his wrinkled white dress shirt with his sleeves folded up to the elbows. This showed her how busy he was the whole day.

She apologized to Isabella before ending the call. She saw him calling someone on his phone and soon, two men dressed in black came in.

"We are leaving," he declared in his deep voice.

The men dressed in black began to pack their things, they bowed to Megan when their eyes met, and she flashed them a warm smile.