“That beautiful woman from your country? She checked out earlier today. You just missed her,” the enthusiastic hotel clerk informed him. “If you’d arrived a few hours earlier, you might have caught her.”
Jack stood there, stunned.
He was so close—just a few hours shy of seeing her. If only his timing or luck had been better.
Was fate really this cruel? Was even a single glimpse of her too much to ask?
“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice hollow as he turned and walked away, defeated.
In a foreign land, drifting aimlessly, Jack couldn’t find a place to belong.
For a moment, his thoughts drifted back to the time before he had met Freya.
Back then, he had never imagined loving someone like this.
Marriage had never crossed his mind either. He had assumed he would spend his life focused on work, nothing more.
But the moment he met Freya, he knew he was done for.
The unfamiliar feeling of falling in love overwhelmed him, but it also brought him his first taste of true happiness.
When he was pursuing her, even a single glance from her could keep him elated for days.
If the Jack of that time could see how he would treat her in the future, he’d probably be furious enough to kill himself.
