Separate Weddings, Separate Lives novel Chapter 7

Louisa considered herself very fortunate that she didn't suffer from a concussion after a fall like that. But there was, however, a huge bump on the back of her head. She could feel it just by reaching up.

Still touching the lump on her head as she walked out, she did not watch where she was going and ended up colliding with someone. "I'm sor—"

The apology died on her lips when she looked up and saw a familiar face. "...Mr. Holten."

Elijah wore a dark gray silk shirt, light and smooth in texture, paired with custom-tailored slacks that fit him perfectly. From his shoulders to his chest and down to his waist, his lines were elegant and immaculate.

"You're injured?" he asked.

Because of his height, Louisa only reached his chin, so he easily noticed the bump on the back of her head at a glance.

"I'm fine," Louisa said, taking a step back, extricating herself from his supportive hold.

Elijah naturally slipped his hands into his pockets, his deep, dark eyes studying her from head to toe. "Need any help?"

"No, I'm fine," Louisa repeated. Then, recalling something, she said, "Congratulations on your upcoming wedding, Mr. Holten."

His gaze lingered on the swelling on her head for a brief moment before shifting to her face, something unreadable flashing in his eyes. "And to you too. Congratulations."

What was he congratulating her for? For being ditched? Or was it because the man she had loved for seven years was about to marry someone else?

But then again, he wasn't entirely wrong. She was getting married too, and on the same day. So, in a way, they were both to be congratulated.

Louisa shot him another look before bidding him goodbye and turning to leave.

The fall had its silver lining—it earned her some time off. Just enough time to pack up her things.

The apartment she lived in now belonged to Thaddeus. Three months ago, they had still lived here together. But after he got back with Danica, he had moved to Maple Grove, leaving this place to her alone.

But traces of Thaddeus were everywhere. His shoes were in the shoe cabinet, his clothes hung on the rack, his favorite wine glasses and liquor sat in the wine cabinet, and even the couch held the blanket he sometimes used when he slept there.

For the past three months, Louisa hadn't touched any of them, as if leaving them untouched meant Thaddeus might still come back. But she knew, just like her, he wasn't coming back for them anymore.

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