My Little Sunshine

Stella was sitting on the bed with her legs folded under her. Her eyes were fixed on the white envelope which was resting before her on the sprawled lemon yellow covers. She was contemplating whether or not she should open it on her own. She didn't have a single clue to what might be in there, and she wasn't expecting it to be something good either. 

Heaving out a long, frustrated sigh, she picked up the white envelope and tore open its seal. She knew that she didn't have the patience to wait until her beloved husband arrived and do it with him. For her, it was better to get done with it sooner rather than later. 

She pulled out a folded piece of paper from within the envelope which was securely tucked inside. After unfolding the letter, she began to read it as her eyes roamed over the typed letters. The letter still smelled of fresh ink which whafted up her nostrils, and she couldn't help but scrunch her nose.

'If this letter has found its way to you, then it's already too late for me to make any sort of amendments. So instead of dawdling around how I should have acted and where I went wrong with my actions, I will just get to the point.

The sole purpose of this letter is to apologize to you. I am sorry for whatever the trouble I brought upon you. I won't apologize for what I did to your husband, but I want to apologize for what it made you go through. 

I hope that you are doing good, and that you will do better. 

And I hope the next time we meet, things will go down a different path. Maybe I will be the person with whom you will choose to spend the rest of your life. With the very hope, I bid you my farewell.

Goodbye!

Taylor Carston.' 

Stella continued to stare at the letter even after she was done reading it. She didn't know what to make of it. She could understand that he wanted to apologize to her and she was fine with accepting his apology. But did he really took such a step with the hopes that he might be able to get the chance to reunite with her in another lifetime. Wasn't he being too conceited? 

He could have tried to make amends. He could have tried being a better person before approaching her for an apology. But was it so hard for him to change himself and be a better man that he deemed taking his own life much easier. 

The more she thought about it, the more melancholic she felt. In her wayward thoughts, she began to blame herself for what happened to him. If it wasn't for her, he might have chosen another path. 

The grip of her fingers on the letter loosened a little and it ended up lying next to her on the bed. She was too lost in her thoughts to notice the door opening and closing, let alone the sound of the steps which filled the room. Only when the steps closed in did she notice them. 

Blinking her eyes a couple of times, she regained her focus and looked up from her lap. Her eyes landed on the person she had been missing so badly since the moment she was forced to wake up from her nap. 

He was still in the same outfit which made it obvious that he had just returned back and here he was tending to her needs right away. Her eyes trailed to the large tray in his hands and she couldn't help but shake her head. He had always been so thoughtful when it came to her needs. He was there to fulfil her needs without her asking for it. 

"You should have at least changed first." She muttered under her breath softly when she saw him settling the tray down on the bed. contemporary romance

He walked around the bed and came to a stop next to the bedside table. Taking off his watch, he placed it down before settling down next to her, careful of his movements. His eyes trailed to the letter which was resting by her side. 

He had just arrived at the mansion when one of the staff informed him about the arrival of the uninvited guest and that Stella had to meet him. He was curious about the identity of the man. He was on his way to the master bedroom to question Stella about it when the caretaker stopped him. He was informed that his dear wife refused to have her lunch early. 

For him, her health topped the list, and then came everything else. That was why he had brought up their lunch to the room so that he could make sure that she ate enough.

"Let's eat first." he picked up the letter and placed it on the bedside table after folding it down the already existing creases. 

"The letter is from Taylor. He made arrangements beforehand so that it will find its way to me." Stella spoke as she scooted closer to him. She knew he wouldn't question her about it until she was done with her lunch, and she really wanted to talk about it. 

"I could tell it from the contents of the letter, but let's eat first. We can talk about it later." He wrapped and around her and pulled her closer. He had barely skimmed through the letter, but it was enough for him to know who was the sender. 

"No, I want to talk about it now," Stella spoke up in protest as she rested her head on his shoulder. 

"Food first, my love. And if you are worried about that he might be able to snatch you away in another lifetime, I would never allow it. Whether it's this lifetime or another, you will always belong to me. You will always be Mrs. Adam Levinson, so stop fretting over the nonsense he spouted. Moreover, it wasn't your fault. He made the decision on his own." He pressed a kiss on the crown of her head and let his lips linger there for long.

He knew that his little elf had a tendency to overthink. It didn't take him long to realize that she was still blaming herself for the choice which Taylor made for himself. 

"Let's eat now, Mrs. Levinson. I can't say about you, but I am famished." He added before pressing another kiss on top of her head.

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