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

"Shit!" I run my hand over my forehead, wondering if Roni will even notice I'm gone if I sneak through the garden gate and run away. I look around and flinch slightly when I see Benjamin walking towards me. Oh no!He stops next to me and fills a paper plate with finger food. All the while a voice in my head screeches: does he know? Does he know what I said about him?"They taste good," I say without looking at him, and point to the canapés. "Did Sandy." Instead of an answer, he takes two of Sandy's creations.The need to find out whether he is in the know becomes overwhelming. At the same time, my flight instinct sets in and urges me to pick up my legs and run. "And how are you otherwise?" Did I really ask him that? Why am I not in control of myself today?He looks just as surprised as I feel uncomfortable - enormous. "I'm very well. And you? ”He finally replies. “Great. Couldn't be be

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

Clever. She will probably then persuade me to have a baking and eating orgy again so that she can fill her stomach. "You are a cunning woman, Hedwig." “My mind still has enough fuel to function. I am not leaving that unused. And you, Emma, should do the same. "We have arrived in her large bedroom and I'm helping her into bed while I reply to her last statement: “I'm not as smart as you might think. I don't even have my Abitur. ""Neither do I. If you want to know exactly, I never really went to school. And yet I have become something, I claim. ""Those were other times too," I object. "You won't get anywhere these days if you don't happen to have filthy rich parents or fifteen PhDs at thirty." "Only losers think that way."I open my eyes. Not because I feel offended, but in amazement that she uses that word. Apparently I still haven't got used to her loose mouth."Did I hit the nail on the head?" Asked Hedwig.

 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

“No, that was your first contact in years. You should have seen him ... Not even the very expensive wristwatch his business partner gave him could please him that much. You have always been his favorite, that hasn't changed. "I change the subject quickly because I notice how much his words move me. And I'm still not ready to properly forgive my father. “What does love do? Is there a lucky woman out there who could win your heart? ""I went out with a fellow student a couple of times, but nothing more came up," replies Leon. "Neither is good enough, is it?""I work too much. Girlfriends just distract you. "“Who are you telling that! If I had known as a child that adult life consisted only of work, I would certainly not have wished I had finally turned eighteen. ""And with you?" Leon looks over my head. “The guy with Anja, Roni and their guy is the devil himself, I assume. How is it going? " Immedi

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 ...

I'd love to," she replies, sounding pretty much drifted away, too. "I am your sister and always there for you." Yes that's her. And I can really be more than grateful for my family. For each of them. Also for the person I have stubbornly banned from my life over the past few years. And which I really, really miss. ......  My days are well filled with work and a few extra shifts that I take on for a sick colleague in order to be at home as little as possible, where the ceiling would just fall on my head. I soon feel exhausted and drained, but I prefer that to the sadness and emptiness that I felt after Hedwig's death. I'm slowly coming to terms with the fact that the unique old lady was only allowed to have one brief appearance in my life, which, however, has left its mark. I don't know how far these go yet, but I understand that they will affect me in one way or another.

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

Till destination airport up to the house I share the taxi with Anja, Roni and Elias. Jordan, his sweetheart as well as Ben, Sandy and their godly husband take a rented vehicle. During the trip, I decide not to brood for a minute on this short vacation and instead just relax or have fun. I have more than earned that after the past exhausting weeks.As soon as we arrive, Anja and I move into the shared room and unload the luggage. Then I swap my jeans and sweater for an airy dress and a thin cardigan, as it is much warmer here than in rainy Germany.To get us in the holiday mood, we all hike down to the beach shortly afterwards and head for one of the bars. I'm glad that I finally don't have to stand behind the counter, but can be served. And so I order my favorite cocktail right away and take a strong sip when it is finally colorful and cool in my hands."I needed that," I tell Anja, who is sitting next to me on the crescent-shaped bench. "Sweet alcohol, a warm b