  My phone rings the moment I get out.
  &quot;Loraine?&quot;, asks the voice on the other end. &quot;You certainly didn't forget our appointment for that dating show, did you? Is tomorrow night right for you?&quot; None other than Alyssa, the journalist on the line. I roll my eyes sarcastically. &quot;Have you already contacted Mr. Fellogan? Did he agree?&quot;, I ask her.
  She snorts as if it's a pointless question. &quot;
  Not yet, because he promised earlier that he would make himself available any time for every social event. So, I first want to see if tomorrow is convenient for you. It is a Live show, please keep that in mind&quot;.
  &quot;Well, if Mr. Fellogan is willing, I don't think we should delay. Let's do it&quot;, I say more confidently than I feel. &quot;Okay, be here at eight o'clock sharp. Don't be late, we're all waiting for you and Dordrich.&quot;
  When I've put en

  Flashing cameras greet me when I finally arrive at the hospital where Danner is in intensive care. The press is fully present, Danner's car accident made the headlines of various magazines. And of course, I'm expected.
   Security rushes to meet me and guides me safely between the many curious people, journalists, and others who have gathered in the parking lot. When I'm inside, I let out a relieving sigh. &quot;Miss Windrug, this way,&quot; a man in a full white jacket signs me. I walk along a few corridors until I am brought into a room with all kinds of equipment. And then I see Danner lying and my heart skips a beat.
   I can't believe my eyes, his head is all bandaged, a tube has been poked through his throat. A number of wires are glued to his chest. His eyes are closed, he seems to be asleep. &quot;Are you the doctor?&quot; I ask in a trembling voice to the man who escorted me i

  Aaaahhhh!!
  I can't believe she slipped out of my hands! 
  All those years of patience, dedication and love I have invested in her. And then another man just comes along and swift her off her feet. Ridiculous!
   Am I not handsome enough or was I giving her too much space, so she still had the chance to look at others? She is my life, no woman can stand next to her. In all those years that I was her partner, I secretly did had some momentary flings, nothing serious because my mind was always on Loraine. Once a relationship leaked out, with a beautiful blonde who modeled for a new car brand. Strangely we made the front page of a tabloid, I bet my fortune that bitch informed the media herself.
   Loraine has seen the pictures but never confronted me with them. That was strange to me, I mean, mistresses are usually not so lenient when there is competition. That model had thought that th

My phone rings the moment I get out.
  &quot;Loraine?&quot;, asks the voice on the other end. &quot;You certainly didn't forget our appointment for that dating show, did you? Is tomorrow night right for you?&quot; None other than Alyssa, the journalist on the line. I roll my eyes sarcastically. &quot;Have you already contacted Mr. Fellogan? Did he agree?&quot;, I ask her.
  She snorts as if it's a pointless question. &quot;
  Not yet, because he promised earlier that he would make himself available any time for every social event. So, I first want to see if tomorrow is convenient for you. It is a Live show, please keep that in mind&quot;.
  &quot;Well, if Mr. Fellogan is willing, I don't think we should delay. Let's do it&quot;, I say more confidently than I feel. &quot;Okay, be here at eight o'clock sharp. Don't be late, we're all waiting for you and Dordrich.&quot;
  When I've put end the call, I wonder where she gets the courage to approach Dordrich familiar. This one is clearl

Chapter 43 I Love You