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
The smell of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air as I sat by the window, watching the world pass by outside. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving a warm, orange glow that spread across the sky. Yet, the same questions that had haunted me since that day at Rosie's bakery continued to swirl in my mind. Why hadn't Leon contacted me? What did I say that might have caused this distance?My thoughts wandered back to our conversation at Rosie's. The way his eyes darkened when I told him we needed to stay neutral, that he shouldn't fall in love with me—it was as if a wall had suddenly sprung up between us. I only meant it as a way to protect us both, to keep things simple, but now I was starting to wonder if I had only made things more complicated.I sighed deeply, pressing my palms against my forehead. I had never been good at relationships, I guess and this was no exception. I mean look at my recently failed marriage, and now even a simple friendship with Leon seemed to h
The evening air was cool as I stepped outside. My heart fluttered in my chest as I spotted Leon leaning casually against a sleek silver car parked in front of my house. It wasn’t the same car he had used before, but a different, more luxurious model that gleamed under the streetlights.I hesitated for a moment, feeling a strange mix of excitement and unease. Leon looked intently at me as I approached, a small smile playing on his lips, but there was something guarded in his expression. I wasn’t sure how to feel or what to expect from this night. The last time we spoke, things had been tense—my own words had put a distance between us that felt almost insurmountable.“Margarette,” Leon greeted me, his voice warm yet tinged with something I couldn’t quite place. He opened the car door for me, and I slid into the soft leather seat, feeling a bit out of place in such an extravagant setting.The silence between us was thick, and I struggled to find something to say. It wasn’t like me to
“Another day thinking about it again…” I whispered to myself as I stretched my body to begin the day.The days following my dinner with Leon seemed to stretch endlessly, as if time itself had decided to crawl at a snail’s pace just to torment me. Each hour felt heavier than the last, weighted with the unresolved tension between us and the unsaid words that lingered like a ghost in the room. I desperately needed a distraction, anything to keep my mind from wandering back to that night, to the conversation that had left me feeling more lost than ever. And so I buried myself in housework, trying to exhaust my body so that my mind would finally relent. The pantry, long overdue for a reorganization, became my first project. I spent hours sorting through spices and canned goods, aligning jars and containers with an almost obsessive precision. But no matter how perfectly I arranged the shelves, it did nothing to quell the gnawing ache deep in my chest. When the pantry no longer offered an
As Aunt Lou drove us toward the Montefalco villa, I could sense her unease. She gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, her knuckles white against the leather. “Margarette, just a little reminder, this is as close as we can get. You know that we can’t stay too close. We’ll have to park at a distance or they might notice us,” she said, her voice tinged with concern.“I understand, Aunt Lou,” I replied softly. “We don’t have to get too close anyway. Just seeing the front view of the villa will be enough.”We eventually found a spot that wasn’t too far away. From where we parked, I could see the sprawling mansion, its grandeur still as imposing as ever. The perfectly manicured lawns, the towering gates—it all looked exactly the same, but the memories it held for me had changed.As we sat there, the villa looming in the distance, I couldn’t help but let my mind drift back to the three years I had spent inside those walls. “You know, Aunt Lou,” I began, my voice almost a whisper,
The drive to the café was a blur of passing scenery, but my mind was stuck on one image: Justin, his hand on Regina’s back, guiding her out of the car like it was the most natural thing in the world. I couldn’t shake the sight, no matter how hard I tried to push it away. By the time Aunt Lou and I found a quiet corner in the café, the weight of it all was pressing down on me.Aunt Lou didn’t say anything at first, just ordered us both a cup of tea. But I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her mouth was set in a tight line. When the waitress finally left us alone, Aunt Lou leaned forward, her expression dark.“I don’t understand how he could do that,” she began, her voice low and trembling with anger. “Bringing that woman into your home like it’s nothing. Like, it’s perfectly normal.”I wrapped my hands around the warm cup of tea, trying to find comfort in the heat. “It’s like he’s not still married to me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “He’s acting like Regina has
As soon as we walked into the store, the rows of gleaming iPhones caught my eye. I couldn't help but be drawn to the newest models, their sleek designs practically begging to be held. The sales clerk was on me in an instant, enthusiastically detailing all the latest features. I nodded along, but my mind was elsewhere—on the price tag that was far out of my reach.“I think this one would suit you perfectly,” the clerk said, handing me the newest model.I held it for a moment, admiring the smooth feel of it in my hand before handing it back with a tight smile. “It’s beautiful, but I’m just browsing today.”Leon, standing a few steps behind me, was watching quietly, his eyes narrowing slightly. He hadn’t said much since we’d arrived, but I could tell he was taking everything in. As I turned to walk away, pretending to be more interested in grabbing a bite to eat instead, he caught my arm gently. “You’re not getting the phone?” he asked, his tone light but probing.I shook my head, trying
The weight of Leon's words lingered like a dark cloud over me, the knowledge that Wilma—my former mother-in-law—had orchestrated every vile act that had torn my life apart. The false accusations, the humiliation, the destruction of everything I had once held dear... it all traced back to her. My mind raced, desperate to find a way to use this information to turn the tide in court. But without Leon’s testimony, what could I possibly do?I was so consumed by these thoughts that I didn’t even notice Aunt Lou watching me from across the table. The savory aroma of the food in front of me, usually a comfort, barely registered. Aunt Lou had gone through the trouble of preparing one of my favorite dishes, but there I was, just staring at it blankly."Margarette," Aunt Lou's voice cut through the fog in my mind, startling me back to reality. I blinked, looking up to meet her concerned gaze. "What’s going on with you? You haven't touched your food."I glanced down at my untouched plate, realizi