All Chapters of Serendipitous Love (Completed): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The queasy feeling cannot be shaken off. The closer the taxi gets to the address, the higher my nervousness climbs. She no longer only has my stomach firmly under control, but now also my pulse, which increases with every passing second.If Roni and I hadn't quarreled, I would be really looking forward to the party now, but I wonder if there will be an embarrassing scene at the door anytime soon. For my part, I have sworn to behave myself. That means I won't argue with anyone, make no fuss and smile well. I will ignore or accept anything that bothers me so that my sister has a nice birthday. If she is ready, we will resolve our dispute today.The taxi stops in front of the house where Roni's apartment is located. I pay, get out and am relieved when I see Anja in front of the entrance. With her by my side, I don't feel that unwelcome. Roni didn't say I should stay away from her party, but we haven't spoken for almost two weeks either, and it is very possible that she is

The next morning starts with a strong coffee and the expected ping-pong tournament in my head. Should I write to him or should I not? I know it would be the most sensible thing to do, but everything in me is resisting it. Especially since I now know that I was jealous of him. That's just awful! Seriously, I don't give a shit what Benjamin Mynard does to other women. Well, at least it was until yesterday evening when I decided to spoil Alina's tour for him."I'm just disturbed," I say with a sigh. Yes, I have a problem because I seem to be into the guy I should despise. "Which I still despise," I correct myself at once. God, is this all confusing!  My cell phone rings briefly and announces a message. Roni invites me to the hangover breakfast. Unfortunately I have to cancel because my shift in the restaurant will start soon. And in the evening I still have to help out in Jordan's bar. Work, work and no fun - that's my motto.I think of Hedwig and everyt

 He actually pulls it off. Every day, exactly at noon, I get a message from Benjamin Mynard in which he tells me something about himself. Initially quite harmless things, usually paired with a bad joke. Okay, he's kind of funny, but I don't want to admit that.When I read "When I was a child, I wore diapers and spat baby food around" on the display, I can't help but grin. Then I shake my head at him - and myself - and head off to work. I shouldn't forget that the man who makes me laugh is also responsible for the fact that I cried through countless nights.I was a real bully, in kindergarten everyone was afraid of me , I get mailed to me the next day. "Honestly now?" I mutter, suppressing the urge to answer him. Is he telling me his story from the start? How long should it go on like this?At school I was bullied for being a nerd , I read on the third day.I can even imagine that. In order to

I started working in the company of my father, now he is retired and enjoying life. Okay, now we have come to a sensitive topic. With the delicate subject that he has been able to avoid so far. Mynard INVEST . The company that broke my neck when they bought the building my cafe was in and raised the rent by thirty percent. I don't know to what extent Benjamin makes every decision himself or leaves it to others, but I know very well that he should have told me when we first met and didn't. This fact will never change. If I ever forgive him, it will always stand between us.If I thought that this topic was already making me nervous, then the message the next day should be classified under the name: Oh you holy bimbam .   I was married and have now been divorced for three years.I stare at the many words and it takes a moment to grasp the content. Benjamin Mynard is a divorced man? Why is that so surprising to me? He's over thirty, looks ...

In order not to keep staring at the display and waiting for an answer, I lie down on the sofa and turn on the television. Apparently I'm so tired that I fall asleep in no time.In the middle of the night I wake up and sit up groaning. The sofa is really uncomfortable and my back is already complaining. I turn off the TV, grab my phone, and go into the bedroom. I discover Benjamin's answer on the display.It is going to be alright. Thanks for asking. Ben So formal and aloof. But what else was I hoping for? That he pours out his heart to me? Me, the woman who kept telling him that he should leave her alone? The person who hit him before and told him his death would be the solution to their problems?No, I wouldn't confide in someone like that in such a situation. Even if there is now a truce between us.I put the cell phone on the bedside table, quickly put on my sleeping clothes and retire to bed. It is what it is and I have to accept