The dim light of the room cast eerie shadows, accentuating the tension that hung between us. Leon's silence weighed heavily as he handed me the frame, his eyes a storm of conflicting emotions. My fingers trembled slightly as I grasped the wooden edges, bracing myself for whatever revelation lay within.“What’s your deal with the Montefalco’s and how do you know that I was connected with them?” I hurriedly asked him.Suddenly, my regret for accusing him earlier surged back and made me think that perhaps I was not wrong for doing that since he was giving me another reason to think negatively about him again.Leon just stood up simply after that and immediately took something from the cabinet nearby. When he returned to sit on the edge of the bed once more, Leon extended what seemed to be a frame towards my direction as if he was telling me to look at it.“What’s this for?” I asked, wondering what he meant by it.But Leon just continued to give me the frame instead. Since he didn’t even
A glimmer of silvery light illuminated the peaceful countryside as the moon hung high in the sky. The constant rhythm of the clock, which was located in the corner of the room, provided a striking contrast to the maelstrom of ideas that were going through my head at the time. My attention was unwaveringly focused on Leon as I sat on the comfortable side of the bed next to him. The only thing he did was gaze at me before he stood up and put his back against the window. He then stared into the night sky as if he were looking for answers among the stars."At long last, the rain has stopped falling. Are you still interested in coming home at this late hour? I could still drive you," Leon offered in a startling and unexpected manner.After that, I came to the conclusion that he was correct. When he brought it up, I had not even noticed that the rain had ceased falling until he brought it up."If it's not too much trouble, I think I still have to go home now. you see, the fact that my aun
I stumbled through the front door, my clothes clinging to her like a second skin, drenched from the torrential downpour. My hair hung in wet, tangled strands around my face, and my usually bright eyes were clouded with exhaustion and something else—something Aunt Lou recognized instantly as fear.My aunt was a stout woman with a kind heart and a no-nonsense attitude. She was in her mid-fifties, with hair pulled back into a tight bun and a pair of spectacles perched on her nose. Tonight, however, her usual composure was shattered. She stood in the foyer, her face pale, her hands trembling as she clutched the edge of the table for support."Margarette! Oh, thank heavens you're home!" Aunt Lou's voice was a mixture of relief and panic. She hurried forward, wrapping me in a tight embrace despite the soaking wet clothes. "Where have you been? The police... they were here... I was so worried!"My body trembled in my aunt's arms. Since I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and th
I sat in the sunlit parlor of our old family home, the afternoon light casting a warm glow on the faded wallpaper. Aunt Lou was across from me, her knitting needles clicking rhythmically as she worked on yet another scarf. The serenity of the scene was a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside me. The lawsuit against the Montefalcos weighed heavily on my mind, and I knew it was time to discuss it with Aunt Lou."Aunt Lou," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "we need to talk about the lawsuit."She looked up from her knitting, her eyes softening with concern. Aunt Lou had always been my rock, my guiding star, especially since my parents had passed away. She set her knitting aside, giving me her full attention."Of course, dear. What's on your mind?"I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "It's been almost a year since we filed the lawsuit against the Montefalcos for illegally seizing our family inheritance. The legal battle has been draining, both emotionally and fin
The sunlight filtered through the garden leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. I sat on the wrought-iron bench, its intricate design cold against my skin despite the warmth of the afternoon. The garden was a sanctuary, a place of tranquility amidst the chaos that had been my life for the past few years. As I stared at the blooming roses, my mind wandered back to the memories I wished I could erase.Justin Montefalco. The name alone stirred a whirlwind of emotions—anger, betrayal, sadness. Our marriage had been anything but a fairy tale. I had walked down the aisle with hope in my heart, believing that Justin and I were destined for a lifetime of happiness. But reality had a cruel way of shattering illusions.It started with the late nights. Justin would come home well past midnight, reeking of alcohol and cheap perfume. At first, I believed his excuses about late meetings and business deals. But then, there were the phone calls, hushed conversations that abruptly ended when I
The evening had started beautifully. Leon and I had decided move from to treat ourselves to a meal at Le Jardin, a charming little French restaurant nestled in the heart of the city. The soft lighting and the gentle hum of conversation created an intimate atmosphere, making it the perfect escape from the troubles that had been weighing on my mind. Leon, with his easy smile and warm presence, made everything seem a little less daunting.We were halfway through our meal, savoring each bite and enjoying a glass of wine when Leon’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, a frown creasing his forehead. “I need to take this,” he said apologetically, rising from his seat. “It’s work. I’ll be right back.”I nodded, watching as he stepped outside, phone pressed to his ear. Left alone, I took another sip of my wine, letting the rich flavor linger on my tongue. I was lost in thought when a familiar, unwelcome voice broke through my reverie.“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Margarette.”I looked up
I felt the cold night air brush against my skin as Leon and I walked out of Le Jardin. The evening had turned out far from what I expected. Our dinner, meant to be a quiet and important affair where we could possibly begin to talk about our plan for the lawsuit, was ruined by the sudden intrusion of my former mother-in-law. I couldn’t help but feel a lingering tension between us as we made our way down the cobblestone street, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the quiet night.“Margarette,” Leon’s voice cut through the silence. “My place is just nearby. It’s just one of the random condo I own nearby. Why don’t we head there so you can change out of that dress? It’s…well, it’s a bit stained.” He offered a tentative smile, his usual confidence slightly dampened by the events of the evening.I didn’t know that Leon was this rich. However, I just simply couldn’t take the offer right away.However, as I glanced down at the dark spot on my dress where wine had spilled earlier, it made m
As I stepped into the quiet warmth of our home, the events of the night still played vividly in my mind. Leon’s kiss, the way it had caught me off guard, and how it had stirred feelings I wasn’t ready to confront. The thought of it sent a shiver down my spine, but I quickly shook it off as I made my way into the living room. And there, Aunt Lou sat comfortably on the couch, her favorite late-night talk show flickering on the screen.She looked up as I entered, her eyes full of curiosity. “Oh, Margarette, you’re home late. How was the dinner with Leon go?”I felt my heart skip a beat, the memory of our kiss flashing through my mind. I knew Aunt Lou would worry if she sensed something was off, and I didn’t want to burden her with my confusion. Plastering on a smile, I forced my voice to sound light and carefree. “Dinner was okay and we talked a lot about the plans, he said so much about trying move carefully and surely and there rest were more about trying to tell him what I want to w