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“They look so good together!” one comment reads. “Clara’s been his shadow lately. Do I smell a romance brewing?” another says.“His wife must be furious. Oh wait, does he even have one anymore?” yet another comment reads. I stare at the screen—at all the comments, unable to look away. The words blurs as tears threaten to spill, but I force them back as I bring myself out from social media, and from the blog post. I couldn't keep reading any of the comments. I press Leonard’s number again, the ringing loud in my ear, like a cruel reminder of his absence. Once again, it goes to voicemail. I dont leaving any message this time. What will I even say?My phone starts ringing as I drop it on the table so that I can calm my head and try to think. I pick it up hastily hoping it's Leonard calling to explain what happened. To say that he forgot or that Clara forced him or maybe that she fell sick or something that made him to go to a gala I knew nothing about with her. But my disappointment
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I watch Leonard hastily turn around to look at me. Somehow I feel like it's a dream. I feel like my heart is about to give and I'll die as I stare at Leonard in bed with another woman, someone whom I don't recognize at first. I stand there glued to the ground. I don't notice when my phone falls off to the ground. I'm lost, it's like the whole world disappears until I hear Leonard’s voice. He's now standing a few feet from me away from the bed.“Why didn't you knock?” He says. And heaven knows if I can now, I'll shoot him. Is that all he has to say to me? Is he being serious? And now, I can see it clearly. My heart fails even more as I look at the woman sitting in bed. Clara looks at me. There's no remorse whatsoever on her face. I don't know what to say. I get strong urges to run to the bed and tear her apart. But I can't. My legs feel so heavy to move from their positions. My head hurts. My heart aches and my eyes feel they are about to poop out from their sockets. “You should ha
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When I wake up the next morning, I find my phone and switch it on only to see too many notifications and messages from Leonard. As much as I don't want to open any of the messages, I feel the need to tap on the message and read through. He sent tons of apology messages. Saying how he would want to see. And if I could come back to the house. One of the messages also says that he misses me. One says he wants me to come back home so that we can talk. I think for a second. Maybe there's a good reason why he did what he did. Maybe Clara forced him to. Maybe I misunderstood what I saw. I type in a reply that I'll come home today and send it to him. I want to look at his face and hear what he has to say. Weather or not he lies, I don't want to know. I just want to hear the reason he did what he did. If I wasn't enough for him anymore. After sending the reply, I come down from the bed and walk to the standing mirror at one end of the room. I look at myself. My belly has started making s
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“You are here,” he says upon seeing me. “Where's Clara?” I find myself asking.“She's err…it's just us” he replies. “Come have a seat” Accepting his offer and wondering why he's speaking so calmly to me, I walk to sit down a far length away from him. Opposite the couch he's sitting. “I didn't come here because you asked me to, just so you say” I announce. He sighs “Eve, I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to be like this” he says. And I can hear it in his voice that he is being sincere. That he means his apology. “Clara, and I, we…please I want you back home. Back here. Forget about Clara. It's you I want to be married to.” he says. He goes quiet after that with neither of us saying anything until when I can't hold it in anymore. “But why Leonard? What happened to choosing me? Why? And on your birthday. Why Clara? Why me?” “I said I'm sorry.” He cuts in “you know how difficult it is for me to apologize and since I am, you should believe that I am very serious about what I am saying
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I'm sitting still in front of my dressing mirror smiling at myself as I apply some makeup on my face. Just last night, I spoke to Maya and didn't sound like she was still upset with me. Even though over the week she'd tried not to be pushy or show any resentment but I always knew from her tone when she spoke that she was still really skeptical that I am back with Leonard but last night, when I spoke to her, she sounded happy for me. When I finished my makeup, I find my way downstairs to find Leonard. I'm finally going to break off the news about our pregnancy to him on this trip we are going for. I don't see him anywhere in the living room. The last time I saw him, he asked some of the servants to take our luggage to the top of the roof where the helicopter was waiting. I open my mouth to call his name but turning around I see him walking inside the house looking all dashed like the most handsome man I know him to be. He's in a simple black shirt and brown plain trousers. “Hey..”
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“What is it?” He asks the moment he walks into the kitchen.“Someone is here other than the two of us” I tell him, pointing at the sink filled with dirty plates and pot. He walks closer to me “are you sure? No one has access to this place but me and my mom” I stroll to the sink and put my finger into the pot “and it looks like it was just used recently. Babe don't you think we are being watched or worse, ambushed?” I say, my voice quieter but edged with so much unease.He chuckles, his head tilting slightly as he studies me, dipping both hands into his trouser pockets. “Come on, Eve, really? What are you talking about? It was probably the people who did the renovation. They were possibly hungry and decided to make good use of the kitchen before we arrive. Remember I told you it wasn't in use before” He says “There's no one here other than us, I promise.” I want to believe him. The logical part of me fights against the creeping paranoia, reminding me that it could very well be the w
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The moment my eyes lands on her, my body stiffens. It's enough to make my heart lurch and my stomach twist into a knot. I almost feel like throwing up. Clara is standing at the door, her blonde hair tied into a ponytail. She's also dressed casually in a play suit and a white All stars. Leonard reacts instantly stepping in front of me as if to shield me and stop me from seeing who he is talking to but it's too late already. I've seen her fully.“Eve, go back inside. I'll take care of this” he says but I don't move. I can't move. My body suddenly feels stiff and heavy. I'm trying to understand what is happening. “Didn't I tell you to leave? I told you to go okay?” I hear him tell Clara but his voice is soft like he's begging her instead of instructing her. “I can't Leo. It's not like I knew you guys were coming here. Your mom gave me the place to use for a few days.” She speaks boldly like she has every right to be here or be around here. I still haven't found anything to say. I
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I go after him and when we get to the living room, Clara is on the floor. I expect Leonard to ignore her and come back to me but he doesn't. I stand there and watch him kneel close to Clara. He examines her pulse and press his palm against her forehead to check her temperature. “What is it? Are you okay?” He asks, shaking her profusely. I fold my hand against my chest and watch them. She keeps wailing, turning on the floor like someone who had been flogged. “Say something…Clara?” A panicking Leonard calls out. He suddenly turns to me “babe, call 911. Call for an emergency, don't just stand there.” I don't buy it. There's everything in me that makes me feel like Clara could be acting up so, I gnore him and just watch him for seconds as he tenders to her. When I don't move or try to do anything, he stands up and comes to where I am. He grabs my arm. “Come on, Eve,” he half yells in panic “I told you to call emergency. Are you this wicked?” He pushes my hand away which almost sends
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Gaining some strength and rising to my feet later in the evening, I decided to make the most of what little energy I had. The apartment still felt foreign, too quiet, too dusty. Maybe cleaning would help me feel a bit more in control, a bit more… grounded. I started with the ceiling corners—cobwebs were clinging there like they’d made a home before I had. I stretched and swatted at them with an old broom I found tucked behind a shelf.When I was done, I noticed a vacuum cleaner sitting at the far end of the living room. It looked old, but promising. “This should make things easier,” I muttered, dragging it toward me. But the moment I tried to push it, it wouldn’t budge. Not an inch. I wiggled the handle, checked the plug, even hit it lightly as though that would wake it up. Nothing.With a sigh of defeat, I dropped it and picked up the dusty sweeping brush instead. The floor creaked under my movements as I brushed, each stroke raising clouds of dust that made me sneeze. It wasn’t perf
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“Yes. This is what the agent showed me,” the driver says as he steps down from the car, leaving me behind—confused and a little unsettled. I open the door slowly, stepping out and walking hesitantly toward the rusting gate in front of me. The paint is chipped off the metal, and there's a creaking sound as the wind gently nudges it back and forth.“This is not the apartment,” I mutter under my breath, frowning. “Are you sure we don’t need to call the agency?” I ask, turning to him, but he ignores my question. Without a word, he pulls my box out from the trunk and places it by my side.“Call them if you like, but I’m sure this is where I was instructed to take you. Number 42.” He points to a rusted iron plate bolted to the wall beside the gate. The numbers are barely legible, but they’re there—staring right back at me like a warning.I gasp, not hiding my disbelief. “Gush,” I whisper, fishing out my phone to dial the agent’s number. This can’t be it. I just passed the apartment I though
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“Sit, please,” he says the moment I step into his office.It’s an artsy-looking space with warm brown tones, exposed brick walls, and the strangest combination of scents—peanut butter and flour. The smell hits me like a wave, and I nearly gag. I bite it back, willing my stomach to behave, and glide over to the lone brown single-seater positioned in front of his wooden desk. It creaks as I sit, and I force a polite smile.The office is far from tidy—brown envelopes and white sheets of paper are strewn across the desk and shelves like a hurricane had danced through. Still, there’s a strange kind of charm to it, like organized chaos, or maybe just plain chaos.He pulls open a drawer and retrieves a thick file, placing it with a soft *thud* on the desk. “You’ll sign this document,” he says, sliding the crisp white sheets toward me, “but only after payment has been confirmed.”I arch a brow, amused. “Venmo?”He nods, already unlocking his phone. I send the money, confirm the transfer, and
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The only thing on my mind throughout the flight is the apartment. That apartment. It was all I could think of—white walls that looked like clouds, an open kitchen, and a bedroom that seemed to whisper rest. I already saw myself in there, curled up on the soft couch with a baby onesie resting on my belly and silence all around me. A peace I haven’t known in a long time.When the plane lands, I feel the weight in my chest lighten just a bit. As passengers stand and scramble for their bags, Lionel turns to me.“Let me get that,” he says, already reaching for my suitcase before I can respond. He rolls it for me until we reach the airport exit where taxis are lined up in a row, waiting for the next tired traveler.“This is my number,” Lionel says, handing me a small green card. “Just in case you get bored and need new company, call me.” And of course, he ends the sentence with another wink. Like it's just second nature to him.I smile softly as I take the card. “Thank you. Will do.”I watc
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I turn around to see a set of familiar tanned, blue eyes staring at me."Hello," he says, stepping forward and positioning himself right in front of me.I blink, stunned into silence, my mind scrambling to match the face to a name. There’s something about him that strikes a chord, but the name? It just won’t come. I offer a nervous smile, stalling, pretending like I’m not absolutely blanking. I nod awkwardly, silently willing my brain to cooperate.He tilts his head slightly, eyebrows raised as if asking, Are you okay? And I can tell he’s caught on.I sigh and laugh a little under my breath. “Oh, hi… uhm…” I trail off, still smiling, hoping the curve of my lips will make up for my fading memory. I nod again, this time as if to say, Sorry, I forgot.It’s funny too—because he actually gets it. He chuckles, a rich sound that settles between us easily.“Lionel,” he says, helping me out. “From the beach.”God. Of course. Lionel. How could I forget that? It's such a simple name.“Yeah… Lion
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I pace around, frustrated, my feet moving almost involuntarily across the glossy floors of the airport lounge. My hands cradle my back instinctively, trying to ease the aching tension that's been building all morning. The artificial light overhead feels too bright, like it's spotlighting my anxiety for the world to see.“What is happening? How long is this going to take?” a woman nearby snaps, her voice echoing off the cold walls as she corners one of the stewards. Her sharp tone mirrors the irritation bubbling inside me.“I don't know, ma'am, but you can just relax for a while, okay?” the steward replies, trying to keep calm under pressure. His words sound too rehearsed to offer comfort.I shut my eyes and inhale deeply, the air-conditioned breeze brushing my skin. This cannot be happening. Not today. Not when everything I've planned depends on getting to New York before sundown. Going back home isn’t an option. I burned that bridge two days ago when I hugged Maya goodbye and let my
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While Maya talks to me and comforts me, my mind is far from the warm office space we’re sitting in, from what she's saying. I’m thinking of my next step, of everything that has happened, and how nothing makes sense anymore—until suddenly, it does. It all clicks together with a kind of frightening clarity. I’m going to leave Chicago. I’m going to take my baby and start all over again—this time, in New York.“I'm going to leave Chicago” I say abruptly, cutting her off mid-sentence.She pauses, blinking like I just spoke a different language. "What?”“I said, I'm leaving Chicago for good.” I repeated. My voice is clearer this time, firmer even.“Yeah, I heard you” she blinks her eye. “Where will you go? How will you manage on your own?” She asks. “To New York. I'll be fine eventually. So, don't worry much” I assure her. She reaches for my arm “don't you want me to come with you? I’ll quit my job and we’ll leave together. We’ve always figured things out together, haven’t we?” she says.
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“Okay, let's do it,” he says, voice low but steady.He takes the paper from Clara and pulls a pen out from his pocket like he had been expecting this moment all along. Calm. Collected. Or so I thought. He sits down at the edge of the cream leather couch, paper balanced on his thigh, eyes scanning it quickly. But then, in a swift movement that startles even Clara, he bolts upright. The paper slips from his hand and flutters to the ground like a bird with broken wings.“I’m not signing this piece of shit. I’m not doing that,” he says, voice rising as he jabs a finger toward the paper that Clara now hurriedly picks up.I freeze, stunned by his sudden outburst.“Can we talk privately?” I ask, my voice soft but trembling.Before Leonard can respond, Clara turns to him with a pained look in her eyes. “Baby, is there anything you’re keeping from me?” she asks, voice dripping with disappointment and quiet suspicion. Her hands tremble slightly as she clutches the papers.Leonard’s eyes bounce
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One week later, I'm seated in a cafe with Bar. Seb, sitting opposite me and two cups of coffee on our table. I still haven't heard from Leonard, not even a simple excuse for what happened. Sebastian brings out a file from his bag and places it on top of the table. “So,” he pulls out a document from the nude colored file. He pushes it towards me “Mr. Sinclair will sign this,” he says. “If he refuses, his company as a whole will be sued.” I take the paper document and go through it. When I'm done, I place it back on top of the table. Then, I sip my latte. “We'll invite him or book an appointment with him in his office” he explains but I shake my head, bringing the cup of coffee down from my mouth. “You don't have to worry about that. I'll take it to him.” I tell him.“Are you sure about this? He's a very stubborn person” he says and I tilt my head to the side wondering how he knows Leonard is stubborn or why he thinks so. “I mean,” he continues, feeding my curiosity. “People with as
