All Chapters of MY SAVING DOOM : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Familiar. Too familiar. For a second, I didn’t know whether to feel relieved… or regretful. Then I saw him sitting there. Comfortable like he belonged, like this was his space, like I didn’t exist in it. “Who is he?” I asked, my voice surprisingly calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that only shows up when something inside you is already breaking. She didn’t even hesitate. “Not that I owe you any explanation,” she said, her tone already defensive, “but he’s a friend.” A friend. I let the word sit in my mouth for a second. Bitter. Unfitting. I looked at him again. Really looked this time. Relaxed posture. Careless confidence. The kind of man who had no idea he had just stepped into a battlefield. Then I looked back at her. “A friend?” I repeated slowly. “Sitting comfortably in your house… half-dressed?” She sighed. Like I was the inconvenience. Like I had walked into her peace and disturbed it. Of course. “Where are Jose and Kara?” I asked, my voice sharpening no

After asking me to get dressed, he walked toward one of the displays with the kind of confidence that made it seem like the entire boutique belonged to him. Honestly, at this point, I wouldn’t even be shocked if it actually did. He scanned through the dresses briefly, then picked one out with a certainty that made me wonder if he had already imagined me in it long before now. He turned and handed it to me. “Go get dressed,” he said, his tone calm but carrying that familiar authority that made even the simplest instructions sound impossible to argue with. I took the dress from him and stared at it for a moment. Pink. Soft, elegant, feminine pink. Definitely not something I would have picked for myself. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, raising a brow. He looked me over once, slowly, then said with complete confidence, “Very.” That one word alone made my stomach flutter stupidly. I walked into the dressing room and carefully changed into the dress. The moment it

Following my gaze, Damian turned slightly toward the entrance.I truly tried.Honestly tried.Tried not to think anything at all because I knew fully well he would hear every single thought that crossed my mind, and right now my thoughts were not exactly holy.But guess what?I couldn’t help it.Because standing there was Michael.The Michael.Not some random Michael.Not another Michael.The Michael.The same man who had once convinced me that love was a beautiful thing only to personally turn around and beat that belief to death with emotional bricks.Of all the expensive restaurants in all the city, this man chose this one?Tonight?With me here?And with her?Because apparently life enjoyed creative suffering.There seemed to be an issue with their reservation because the receptionist kept apologizing while Lara kept talking with exaggerated hand gestures like the world was ending simply because she couldn’t get immediate access to overpriced food.Good.Let her suffer.Let her su

When we were done with dinner, Damian drove us away from the restaurant without saying much. The drive back was surprisingly quiet, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. It was the kind of silence that settled naturally between two people who had already said everything that needed saying for the day.I rested my head against the window, watching the city lights streak past. Every now and then I'd steal a glance at him.His eyes remained on the road.One hand rested confidently on the steering wheel while the other occasionally found mine, intertwining our fingers for a few seconds before returning to the wheel. It was such a simple gesture, yet it made my heart flutter every single time.A part of me still couldn't believe this was my life.Just this morning I had quit my job.Confronted my mother.Watched my ex publicly humiliate himself.And somehow, I was ending the day beside a man who made all those painful memories seem... smaller."You've been staring at me for the last five

The moment I realized Damian wasn't beside me, every trace of sleep disappeared.I sat upright so quickly that the blanket slipped onto my lap. My eyes immediately searched the room, expecting to find him standing by the window or walking out of the bathroom.Nothing.The room was quiet.Too quiet."Damian?"No response.A strange feeling settled in my chest.It wasn't just worry.It was fear.The kind that arrives without permission and refuses to explain itself.I quickly climbed out of bed, barely taking the time to throw on a robe before rushing downstairs."Damian?"My voice echoed through the enormous mansion.Still nothing.I searched the living room.The dining area.The kitchen.Every room I could think of.Nothing."Damian!" I called again, louder this time.The silence answered me."No... no, no, no..."I immediately turned and ran back upstairs, checking every room one after another even though I knew how ridiculous it was. There weren't that many places he could possibly