After sending the message to Shawn, Amanda gets back to editing the website.
Having a photographic memory is both a blessing and a curse. Amanda has never forgotten the pain Riley caused her.
But that day, in the stairwell, she faced Riley head-on and said everything she’d been holding back. It felt like cutting loose a weight she’d been dragging around for years. From that moment on, life feels lighter, clearer, like an open road stretching out ahead.
Over the next few days, Amanda sticks to her routine. She goes to work, finishes her tasks, and smoothly handles the handover process.
Friday night comes. It’s her farewell dinner with her coworkers.
She’s also arranged to meet Shawn afterward to deliver the incense she promised. She’s excited to have him test a new product she’s been working on.
After dinner, a heavy rainstorm rolls in.
Amanda stands outside the restaurant, weighed
But inside the car, the atmosphere isn’t what her coworkers might imagine. It’s not filled with laughter or easy conversation.Amanda gazes out the window, watching the rain streak across the glass. She basks in the first quiet moment of peace since leaving her job.Shawn, for his part, drives silently, making no effort to start a conversation.“Are you going tomorrow?” Shawn suddenly breaks the silence.“What?” Amanda startles, pulled from her wandering thoughts. Her mind had drifted far away, somewhere in the open fields of her imagination.“Riley should’ve texted you. We’ve got a gathering tomorrow—Riley, Rex, Faye, and me. Riley said he’d bring you along. Have you decided? Are you going?”Amanda remembers the text.Riley had sent it earlier that day, in his usual curt tone. He mentioned taking her to meet his friends, but gave no specifics&md
On Friday evening, Riley takes his time getting ready. He has carefully chosen his outfit, aiming to make a good impression.Thanks to Heath, he knows the time and location of Amanda’s dinner with her colleagues. His plan is simple: wait until the dinner ends and pick her up. That way, they can return to the villa together and head to the gathering with Rex and the others the next day.He parks his car a short distance from the restaurant, close enough to keep an eye on the entrance but far enough not to draw attention.Riley leans back in his seat, hands resting lightly on the steering wheel. He expects Amanda to leave soon, and the thought of her coming home lifts his spirits.But then he notices something he never anticipated—a black Maybach pulling up a little farther down the street. Riley narrows his eyes. He knows that car.It’s Shawn’s.What is Shawn doing here? Riley watches closely. The car remai
“You look like hell, man. What happened to you?” Rex asks, frowning.Today is supposed to be the day Riley finally introduces Amanda to his friends as his wife. But Riley shows up alone, his demeanor worse than Rex has ever seen.Riley had spent the entire night outside Amanda’s apartment. He only left in the morning, driving straight to the villa for a quick wash and a couple of hours of restless sleep before heading to meet his friends.His mood is abysmal.Even Shawn and Faye notice something is off, though Shawn, as usual, doesn’t pry. Faye, on the other hand, seems uneasy, shrinking back slightly at Riley’s dark aura.That leaves Rex to break the suffocating silence.“Come on. Don’t be like this. It’s been forever since Faye and Shawn came back. Cheer up, mate.”Riley glances up briefly, his tired eyes meeting Shawn’s and Faye’s, but he doesn’t sa
Faye stares at the bottle of Baileys on the table. It hasn’t been touched. The three men obviously aren’t fans of sweet liqueurs.But they don’t know that Faye isn’t either.She doesn’t drink often, but when she does, it’s usually a Gimlet.She loves the sharp sourness, the way it starts on her tongue, spreads across her palate, and hits her stomach like a punch.Sometimes, when she’s home alone, away from anyone’s gaze, she savors it slowly, letting that bite linger.All three of them know Amanda—Riley, Rex, and Amanda work at the same company, and Shawn’s sister Lily is Amanda’s close friend. On paper, they should know her better than Faye.But none of them seem to notice that Amanda likes Baileys. With milk, oolong tea, coconut water—Amanda is game for any pairing. Sometimes, she just pours it over ice.These men don’t know her half as well as
Riley’s gaze drifts across the living room, lingering on the leftover decorations Lily had put up. He doesn’t say a word.“So, Riley,” Shawn begins, leaning back against the counter.“Let’s talk about Amanda. Now that we all know she’s your wife, what’s going on? I need you to tell us the whole thing. If you don’t, we can’t help. Or, if you’d prefer not to talk to us, I can call Mrs. Hopkins, your therapist.”Riley stays silent.This is hard for him—they all know that. His childhood had left scars that made it almost impossible to open up, even more so when it came to personal shame.“Anyway,” Shawn continues, “Rex has told you countless times that he thinks you should get a divorce. I’ll be honest—I think so too.”Riley’s head snaps up, his displeasure obvious. His glare says he’s one word away from punch
Rex already knows what Shawn is getting at.He remembers that day clearly—when Faye fell ill, Riley had asked him to accompany her to the hospital.In fact, every time Faye is unwell, Riley and Rex go together.Rex also works at Griffin Enterprises, and Riley isn’t just a friend; he is his boss. Refusing Riley’s requests is never an option.But Rex has always found it strange. He knows Riley feels guilty toward Faye because of their mother’s death, but he can never quite understand Riley’s feelings for her.Is it love? It doesn’t seem like it. If Riley truly loves Faye, why can’t he bear to be alone with her? Why does he always drag Rex along as a third wheel?But if it isn’t love, why does Riley drop everything whenever Faye needs him?Once, Rex had even asked, “Don’t you think your wife might get angry that you accompany another woman for so many times?”
Talking over their vacation plans and serendipity with Lily is a great weight off Amanda’s shoulders. The apartment’s cozy glow and the comforting aroma of vanilla candles make her forget about the rain outside.“Alright,” Lily says, grabbing glasses from the kitchen, “to Amanda! To freedom, cinnamon rolls, and the best trip ever!”They clink their glasses, and Amanda laughs as the cider fizzes and tickles her nose. “To all of that,” she agrees, her grin growing wider. She has almost forgotten what it feels like to laugh so freely.Amanda rarely drinks anything other than Baileys, but cider is a nice try.“And to bravery. It’s not easy to leave something behind, even when you know it’s the right thing to do.”Amanda feels a lump rise in her throat at Lily’s words. She hasn’t realized how much she needs to hear them. “Thank you,” she says softly, her voice steady but her eyes shining.“Enough with the tears,” Lily says, setting down her glass and grabbing Amanda’s hand. “We have a night
The plane touches down smoothly, and Amanda feels a subtle lurch in her chest. As the wheels kiss the tarmac, it isn’t just her body grounding itself in Tenerife—it is her mind.A few days after Amanda and Lily decide on a destination for their trip, they are off.Amanda is grateful to her friends, Lily, Kara, and Grace, who all readily agree to use their vacation time to travel with Amanda after hearing her offer.Weeks of chaos and heartbreak have left her in the dumps, drifting in a sea of uncertainty.Now, as the crisp January air seeps through the cabin doors, she feels a flicker of hope.Behind her, Lily tugs on Amanda’s arm with a grin. “Tenerife, honey. We’re here!”Lily’s enthusiasm is contagious, and Amanda is always grateful for it. She tightens her scarf as they step outside.The air is cool but not biting, carrying the faint salty scent of the s
From the beginning, there were signs their relationship wouldn’t last. Riley was distant, even cold at times. Amanda gave everything to make it work, hoping her love would be enough.She prepared his favorite meals, listened patiently to his complaints, and stayed up late to help him prepare for meetings. Riley never acknowledged her efforts.He never remembered her birthday unless she reminded him. When she brought him coffee, he didn’t look up from his laptop. And when she smiled at him across the dinner table, he barely glanced her way.Amanda told herself this was just who Riley was. He wasn’t expressive, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care.She clung to the tiny moments of happiness they shared. The time he brushed a strand of hair from her face without saying a word. The rare evenings they spent watching TV together, his arm loosely draped over her shoulder.But those moments were like drops of water in a vast desert.One night, Amanda sat at her desk, staring at a sticky not
Amanda was left standing in the wreckage of a life she no longer recognized. She wasn’t even an adult yet.While other kids her age were worrying about exams or crushes, Amanda was learning how to survive.She remembered how everything felt hollow during those days. Her life turned into something flat and lifeless, like a piece of paper too thin to hold any weight. Most of the time, it felt like she was floating in a gray fog, detached from the world around her.There were days when she doubted everything—herself, her purpose, her reason for existing. She questioned why she was alive, why she had been given so much only to have it ripped away. She cried until there were no tears left, screamed at the universe in her empty room, and then cried again.But through it all, she survived.Amanda’s gaze drops to her drink as she swirls the ice again, her grip tightening slightly. She remembers how, even in the darkest moments, there were small lights. Friends who stayed by her side, eve
Fiona looks down at her drink, swirling the remaining liquid. Her lips press into a thin line.She decides to stop thinking about Amanda. Maybe they just don’t get along—it happens sometimes, she tells herself. Not everyone has to like everyone.Amanda, on the other hand, barely notices Fiona’s mood. Her thoughts are elsewhere.That familiar figure she thought she saw earlier still lingers in her mind. She glances around the bar again, scanning the crowd, but there’s no sign of anyone who looks like Riley.She shakes her head and lets out a quiet breath, trying to dismiss the idea. Riley couldn’t possibly be here. It must have been a trick of the light, or maybe just her imagination playing with her.There’s no way it was him. She’s sure of it.The crowd around the pool table finally starts to break up, their excitement fading into quieter conversations and laughter.Amanda doesn&r
Grace is the first to react.She lets out a cheer and rushes over to Amanda, throwing her arms around her. “You were amazing!” she exclaims, her voice loud and full of pride.Amanda laughs, hugging her back. Her cheeks are flushed, but it’s not from embarrassment—it’s from exhilaration.Around Amanda, the crowd gathers, clapping and congratulating her.For a moment, Amanda allows herself to bask in the attention, her smile wide and unrestrained.Henry walks over, cue stick in hand. He’s smiling, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He extends a hand to Amanda.“Great game,” he says, his tone easygoing. “You’re really good. Where’d you learn to play like that?”Amanda shakes his hand, her grip firm. “Just practice,” she replies simply. “Guess it paid off.”Henry nods, though he can’t shake the strange feelin
Amanda shakes the thought away, forcing herself to refocus on the game.But the memory lingers. It takes her back to when Riley first taught her how to play pool.It was early in their marriage, during one of his rare evenings off. He had laughed as he guided her hands on the cue stick, explaining the basic rules.“It’s all about precision,” he’d said, his tone light but firm. “Think like you’re playing chess, but faster.”Back then, Amanda had thrown herself into learning, desperate to connect with him in any way she could. Riley loved pool, and Amanda had wanted to love it too—just like how she’d taken golf lessons to keep up with his hobbies.But their lives grew busier, and Riley grew more distant. Pool became just another forgotten thing, one more piece of him she could never quite reach.Yet, Amanda never gave up.She hired a coach, practicing un
Grace stands frozen for a moment.Amanda’s expression and tone take her back to their university days. It feels like she’s seeing the old Amanda again—the one who stood confidently in front of large crowds, fearless and full of energy.She remembers how Amanda led their debate team, always believing she could bring victory to her side.Grace breaks into a big smile.Suddenly, she doesn’t care anymore—winning or losing, none of it matters. Henry, Fiona—all of that feels unimportant now.What truly matters is this: Amanda has found her way back.Grace had invited Amanda to the bar to help her relax, meet new people, and maybe forget her troubles for a while.She just wanted Amanda to have a break, even if it meant using alcohol to dull her pain.She knew how much Amanda had loved Riley, and even though Amanda had decided to divorce him, Grace was scared that
Fiona shifts slightly in her seat, her fingers lightly drumming on the stem of her wine glass. She takes a slow sip, her gaze lingering on Amanda, though she pretends to focus on Henry instead.The conversation flows easily around her, Amanda’s voice carrying the kind of warmth and confidence that seems to draw everyone in.“Well,” Fiona says suddenly, cutting into the conversation. Her tone is light, but there’s a faint edge to it.“It’s great that you get to be so creative, Amanda. I really envy you for having that kind of freedom.” She pauses, tilting her head slightly and giving a practiced smile. “I hope one day I can earn that for myself—doing something I truly love.”It seems that Fiona doesn’t know Amanda at all. Amanda can see it from Fiona’s expression and words.So Amanda decides to pretend it’s the first time that she meets Fiona.Amanda tur
Amanda notices that Fiona’s gaze darts between Henry and her. Then Fiona's eyes linger on her for a long timeAmanda can feel Fiona’s gaze on her, even though she doesn’t look directly at her. The dim lighting of the bar can’t hide that kind of intensity.It’s the kind of look that burns—not in admiration, but in jealousy.Amanda knows it well.She doesn’t react.She’s learned not to.Attention, whether kind or cruel, has been a constant in her life.Back in school, she was one of those girls people naturally gravitated toward. Friends liked her wit and warmth, and boys—well, they liked her for other reasons.Almost all she felt at that time was kindness, and it seemed that the little bit of unkindness was drowned in the warm atmosphere around her.But what truly steeled her were her parents’ death and the five years she spent as Ri
Amanda moves through her day with quiet focus, the kind that comes from a well-worn routine. After finishing her breakfast, she spends the morning packaging orders for her online shop, carefully wrapping intense and candles in tissue paper before sliding them into sturdy boxes. She puts small thank-you notes in the box for each customer, her handwriting looping neatly across the cards.By noon, her workspace smells faintly of bitter orange and bergamot. She’s used to use different scent every day, which lets her creative juice flow.She tidies up and grabs her sketchpad, settling into the sunny corner of her living room. The hours slip by as she draws, her pencil tracing the contours of imagined landscapes and whimsical florals.Occasionally, she breaks away from her work. Some days, she packs a small bag and heads out on a solo trip. She’s visited nearby towns, strolled through markets, and even spent a quiet weekend hiking in the hills. These short getaways recharge her, filli