{"id":678,"date":"2026-09-28T12:08:00","date_gmt":"2026-09-28T12:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/chapter\/three-years-later-he-came-back-begging-10\/"},"modified":"2026-09-28T12:08:00","modified_gmt":"2026-09-28T12:08:00","slug":"three-years-later-he-came-back-begging-10","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/chapter\/three-years-later-he-came-back-begging-10\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 10"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Chapter 10<br \/>\nThree Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 10<\/p>\n<p>It was the kind of sight that made your heart skip.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes, Helen would wake in the middle of the night and catch a slice of blue glow leaking from the gap in Bonnie\u2019s bed curtains, spilling shadows across the walls.<\/p>\n<p>Bonnie was probably trying, over and over, to pull herself out of that relationship. Anyone could see it was miserable and breaking her apart.<\/p>\n<p>Helen was honestly worried history would just repeat itself.<\/p>\n<p>Her words of comfort were warmer than the soy milk Bonnie was holding. Bonnie looked back at her with clear, steady eyes. \u201cI won\u2019t. He\u2019s married now, with a kid. And anyway\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Bonnie slid her keycard at the gate, eyes cast down. \u201cI don\u2019t love him anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Work started at nine, so Bonnie finished breakfast at exactly 8:55.<\/p>\n<p>More and more coworkers arrived, their chatter and the hum of clocking in filled the space. Bonnie slipped into her quiet mode, opened up her SketchUp, and her hands flew\u2014keyboard, mouse, all muscle memory by now.<\/p>\n<p>Buildings spun to life on her screen, models sharp and elegant. When she spun them around, the images flickered so fast you\u2019d miss the delicate details if you blinked.<\/p>\n<p>Her team lead paused by her desk. \u201cBonnie, put the Meadows School model on pause. I need you in on a different project. Blackwood Mountain Resort, Phase Two, is kicking off. They\u2019re putting us on the construction docs again. The client\u2019s coming for an afternoon meeting. Go dig up the Phase One files and get yourself familiar.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Bonnie\u2019s hand stalled on her mouse. The team lead didn\u2019t wait for her to answer, just breezed back to his office.<\/p>\n<p>The whole Blackwood Mountain development belonged to the Lane family. The first phase had Cabinda\u2019s biggest, most impressive mountain racetrack\u2014the one where she and Lawrence raced each other for the first time.<\/p>\n<p>She knew the area like the back of her hand. Beautiful scenic spots, polished facilities. Lawrence had taken her there, had made those places into a scrapbook of memories.<\/p>\n<p>Bonnie was too familiar with it all.<\/p>\n<p>She saved her file and went digging for the last version of Phase One\u2019s submissions and blueprints. She spent the morning trying to focus, but her mind kept wandering.<\/p>\n<p>As soon as the afternoon break ended, she was called for a meeting.<\/p>\n<p>The conference room was downstairs. Bonnie followed her team lead down the stairs. Just as they stepped out, an elevator opened across the hall.<\/p>\n<p>Lawrence spent most of the meeting distracted, half-listening, half-leaning in his seat. Every so often he\u2019d find a gap between people and glance her way.<\/p>\n<p>Even in the dimness, Bonnie\u2019s fair face stood out. Her lips pressed in a stubborn line, her jaw tight.<\/p>\n<p>She clearly knew someone kept looking at her, and she was just as clearly pissed about it.<\/p>\n<p>Lawrence finally looked away.<\/p>\n<p>The meeting dragged all afternoon. The higher-ups could spend half an hour talking about a single slide.<\/p>\n<p>Friday afternoon meetings were the worst, because they always meant weekend overtime. And sure enough, her team lead messaged her, telling her to have a preliminary plan for Phase Two\u2019s site ready by tomorrow morning.<\/p>\n<p>Bonnie just replied with a simple \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>When the meeting finally ended, she hung back, leaving last. From a distance, she watched Lawrence and the chairman stepping into the elevator, disappearing out of view.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-678","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/678","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=678"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}