I Called Him from Under an AVALANCHE, But He Declined to Bed His Secretary Chapter 07

I Called Him from Under an AVALANCHE, But He Declined to Bed His Secretary Chapter 07

Three years passed the way seasons do quietly, 

without asking permission. Time was just light 

and dark, one day bleeding into the next. 

Then, the day finally arrived. Dr. Cole walked in and 

crouched in front of me. “Nervous?” 

My hands were balled into fists in my lap. 

“Terrified.” 

Three years of surgeries 

too many to count – 

and everything came down to today. 

“You’re going to be fine. A few more minutes and 

you’ll see for yourself. Trust me.” 

He started unwinding the bandages. The sharp 

smell of antiseptic hit me immediately. 

– 

“Nice and slow don’t force your eyes open. It’ll 

sting at first. Just let your eyes adjust.” I nodded, 

then opened my eyes. 

Light flooded my left eye sharp, blinding, 

overwhelming. The world filled itself in from the 

edges. “I can see…” 

The tears came before I could stop them, and Dr. Cole placed a steadying hand on my shoulder. “No 

crying not yet. Your eyes can’t handle it.” 

I forced it all back down. Three years. Countless 

days. And I could finally see the world whole. 

again. 

“Thank you.” Dr. Cole smiled. “That’s what we’re 

here for.” 

The second he left, I called Harper. She screamed. 

– 

“Are you serious?! Oh my God you little brat, you 

wouldn’t even let me visit! Three years! I’m so mad. 

at you, but oh God, your eyes are okay? They’re 

really okay?” 

Tears pricked my eyes again. I let her talk. “Oh, 

and Julian’s been showing up at my door on and 

off for three years looking for you. So are you…” 

I cut her off. “Julian is nobody to me.” 

A beat of silence. Then Harper laughed – loud, 

relieved. “Good! So… when are you coming. 

home?” 

I smiled. “A week, maybe. The company’s moving 

me back to the Oakhaven office. Project director.” 

I could hear the grin in her voice. “Look at you. I’m 

so proud of you, you know that?” 

I hadn’t wasted those three years. Between 

surgeries, I’d built a career 

— 

my Wellington 

degree and a lot of sleepless nights got me at 

lucrative six–figure job. 

I stood at the window, looking out at a world I 

could finally see clearly. And for the first time in 

years, I smiled. 

A week later, Harper was waiting at airport. 

arrivals. “Okay, first things first 

where are you 

staying? Because you’re not staying with me. 

Julian’s been popping up at my door for three 

years, and I swear I almost moved just to get rid of 

him.” 

She rolled her eyes. I almost did the same. 

“Seriously though, the man is relentless. He’s. 

obviously trying to get you back. Hazel, I swear to God, if you even think about-” 

“I won’t.” I didn’t let her finish. “Not a chance.” 

She exhaled. “Thank God.” 

We hadn’t even made it to the car when a voice 

stopped me dead. “Hazel…” 

Julian. He stood there staring at me like he was seeing a ghost then his eyes welled up and he lunged forward, pulling me against him. 

“Where did you go… Three years where have you 

been? I looked everywhere, Hazel. I couldn’t find 

you…” 

His arms locked around me. His voice kept. 

breaking. I stood there, stiff, registering one thing. 

This was the third time I’d seen him cry. 

I shoved him away. “We’re not married, Julian. 

What exactly are you doing?” 

His whole body went rigid. When he spoke again, 

every shred of pride was gone. “Hazel, can we 

start over? It’s not too late. We can fix this.” 

I looked at him really looked. 

And I saw myself. Three years ago, standing 

exactly where he stood now 

– 

desperate, stripped 

bare, begging him to save me, to stay, to choose. 

me, to send her away. 

And what good had it done? 

I met his eyes. “No.” 

“Don’t show up at my door. Don’t show up at 

Harper’s. Stop following me around like I still owe 

you anything – it’s pathetic, and it makes my skin 

crawl.” Something shattered behind his eyes. 

I smiled – thin, cold, nothing behind it. “Now leave 

me alone.” 

I turned to walk away. His arms caught me from 

behind – desperate, shaking. “Hazel, I—” 

“Julian!” The scream cut through everything. 

Sienna.