[Moving to Galatea 11/5] What We Never Healed

Stories

### Chapter 1: Chapter 1

I’m very happy to share that I’ve just finalized the manuscript with my editor. She has carefully and beautifully woven the original 16 chapters together with all 8 bonus chapters , creating a brand-new, expanded version of the story.

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Two years ago, Harvey chose his career over Freya.

She never got the chance to say goodbye.

Hours later, on her way to the airport, she was hit by a truck.

He never knew.

By the time he finally realized she had disappeared from his life, Freya was already in a hospital bed—broken, alone, and learning how to survive without him.

Now, fate brings them back together.

And he is her new boss.

He is colder now. More controlled. Impossible to avoid.

Harvey doesn’t treat her like someone from his past.

He treats her like something he can no longer let slip away.

And when Freya tries to resign, he refuses to let her go.

The closer he gets, the more things begin to surface.

The scars she hides beneath her clothes.

The pain she never spoke of.

And the truth about the day she disappeared.

Because Freya didn’t leave him.

She was coming back to him.

And she almost died trying to reach him.

Complete Chapters 16

Rating 4.5 ( 135 reviews ) Age Rating 13+

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Chapter 1

Freya POV：

After hours in the air, my right leg was acting up again, stiff and unresponsive.

That old injury always flared up when I put weight on it, a throbbing reminder of things best left forgotten.

I knitted my brows and walked out of the terminalwith my luggage,

The moment I unlocked my phone, the screen showed my Uber had arrived.

At least the day was ending according to plan.

“Bob, I just landed. Things went well enough.”

“Good to hear. Get back to the office ASAP. Word is there’s a major announcement coming down today.”

“Got it. I’m already in the car.”

I hung up and pulled open the door of the black sedan.

The vehicle sat higher off the ground than I expected, and as I lifted my leg, a sharp prick of pain shot through me again.

I gritted my teeth and slid onto the seat.

But the exact second the door clicked shut, a cold realization hit me—

The air inside was entirely too quiet.

The car was immaculate, smelling of brand-new leather laced with a crisp, chilling cologne.

“Rodwell Street,” I said, sliding my phone into my bag without looking up.

He turned his face slightly toward the back.

In that split second, the air left my lungs.

The face I had kissed ten thousand times.

It felt as if time itself had been brutally severed in two.

Then, I heard his voice, a low murmur.

The world ground to a sudden, screeching halt.

In that instant, I literally forgot how to breathe.

My fingers moved before my brain could process.

Driven by pure survival instinct, I scrambled for the door handle.

The freezing touch of the metal snapped me back to reality for a fraction of a second.

Only when the words left my mouth did I realize how violently my voice was trembling.

The humid outside air rushed in to meet me.

But the moment my foot slammed onto the asphalt, my right leg gave out entirely.

It was as if the main pillar holding my entire body upright had been pulled away.

I practically collapsed out of the vehicle.

My knees crashed hard onto the pavement.

By the time the sharp sting traveled up my body, I realized I was already gasping for air.

Behind me, his voice cut through the noise.

The moment that syllable dropped, my entire body froze into ice.

My body was being violently anchored by old, heavy memories.

More than that, I didn’t dare to.

I pressed both palms against the concrete, my fingertips turning numb with cold.

Then, and only then, did I force myself to crawl forward.

It felt like I was running from something that was actively hunting me down.

But deep down, I knew it wasn’t him chasing me.

The parts of me from two years ago that had never truly healed.

The wind blew from behind, carrying his scent, his voice.

It wasn’t until I ducked into the shadows near the side of the terminal that the tension snapped, and I completely fell apart.

I huddled in a corner of the pickup zone, the strength drained from my limbs.

That face, that magnetic voice, his scent...

Even though I’d only seen him for a few seconds, the memory wrapped around me like thorns.

It hurt, yet I felt a sick craving to be closer.

The vibration of the phone in my bag snapped me back.

“Can you find my car?” the real driver asked.

It took two seconds to find my voice.

I took several deep breaths, smoothing my expression before walking out.

I curled my lipand told myself:

The world is huge. I′ll never have to see him again.

As the Uber sped down the highway, the ghosts of two years ago flooded back.

The way he smiled when he told me about the promotion—

The one at the overseas office.

I had cried, screamed, begged him to stay.

My hand jerked, nails biting into my palm.

If I could just forget him, the pain would stop.

I walked into the office to the usual low hum of a workday in full swing.

Emily poked her head over the partition from the next cubicle.

“Yeah, everything went smooth.”

“Just a trip,” I said, dismissive. “Scraped some skin, that′s all.”

I sat down and hiked up my skirt slightly to inspect the damage.

She handed me a bottle of antiseptic.

“You better be careful. A hit like that... it takes forever to heal.”

“Thanks, Emily,” I muttered, my throat feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. “You′re always looking out for me.”

She watched me for a beat, her voice dropping to a cautious whisper.

“So... you going back for the surgery soon?”

A while later, Emily leaned over again.

“I heard they′re bringing in a new Director,” she pouted, clearly annoyed.

“I really thought they′d bump you up.”

I managed a small, tired smile.

“Are you kidding? I′ve only been here a year.”

“But your numbers are the best in the department...”

Before she could finish, the HR Director led someone into the room.

“Can I have everyone′s attention for a few minutes?”

Every pair of eyes drifted toward the front.

When I saw the figure standing beside him, the pen I was holding slipped through my fingers and clattered onto the desk.

He was broader than he′d been two years ago, his frame perfectly filled out by a crisp, bespoke suit.

The messy, dark brown curls I used to run my fingers through were gone, slicked back into a sharp, disciplined style.

His pale blue eyes were no longer lazy or warm; they were cold, piercing, and lethal.

I stared at him, unable to look away.

He scanned the room until his gaze locked onto mine.

I looked down in a panic, but I could still feel his icy stare lingering on me for several agonizing seconds.

“This is your new Director, Harvey Tamer. He comes to us with an incredible track record in sales and management—we′re lucky to have poached him.”

The office erupted in polite applause and hushed whispering.

I kept my head down, my heart hammering against my ribs until it actually hurt.

Emily leaned in, letting out a muffled squeal.

I forced a laugh, but my face felt like stone.

After the brief welcome, Harvey disappeared into his private office.

The floor returned to its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.

I leaned back in my chair, my fingertips ice-cold.

He had become exactly who he wanted to be.