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I swallow dryly. Looking aware from him and from the man, I fold my hands against my chest. The man following my gaze, sees Leonard standing feets away from us. I think I heard him chuckle afterwards. He gently lays the coat on my legs and stretches his hand “I'm Seb as in Sebastian.” He says but I don't make any move to reciprocate his gesture. My hands are tied the same way they have been for the past seconds. When he's finally out of sight, I let out a sigh of relief just as Leonard comes back to sit across from me. He doesn't say a word and I don't either. I simply take the coat and throw it over my shoulders. Feeling better, I close my eyes and breath out. We wait in silence for the longest couple of minutes before the door leading to the ward slightly slides open. I don't make any move to stand up but Leonard stumbles to his feet and blocks the doctor. “Is she okay? What happened to her? Will she be discharged soon? Can we see her now?” He bombards the doctor with questions
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Still holding my hand, Leonard and I both cast a look at the doctor. Please say you have a match not me, I whisper in my head as we both wait for the doctor to say something. But he shakes his head “no match yet, I'm afraid Mr Sinclair. But we are doing all that we can to make sure we find the right blood match for her.” He turns around to walk back into the ward but just when he's about to walk away, Leonard calls after him “my wife will donate blood since it's a match.” He says firmly. I fearfully look from the doctor to him as my widened eyes become bloodshot. How can he insist I donate blood? Not having any strength in me to fight, I just stand there and watch the doctor say nothing to either of us as he observes us for a while. I hate Leonard Sinclair and I wish him nothing but the worst.“But…” “No buts doctor, let's save the woman who's in the emergency theater first and worry about a fetus later” he says firmly not casting any glance my way.I suddenly lose all my streng
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He holds my hand but then smiles. “It was a miracle. I can't explain it but your baby is healthy. We had to inject you with some more folic acid for the baby. And a dose of vitamin did some miracle to the being growing inside of you” he says. That is all I want to hear now. I prevent myself from tearing up from happiness “thank you doctor.” I say. “Even though it was a narrow escape but your baby survived” he adds and I nod my head.“Please doctor, can you not tell my husband anything about my baby? If he asks, tell him I lost the baby, please” I beg, even though I doubt that Leonard will ask the doctor anything about our child. Such a wicked soul. I hate Leonard Sinclair.The doctor looks at me confused. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it again. He tilts his head to the side and smiles at me before saying “I will do as you've asked Mrs. Sinclair. Just try to take care of your body. And you should rest very well after this too as you are free to go” he tells me and
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“Hello,” I say over the phone to Maya the moment I'm back to the Villa.“Friend? How's vacation going?” She asks and I sigh heavily. “I'm coming back. I need the Lawyer's contact. I'm divorcing Leonard” I tell her, preventing myself from tearing up again. “What happened? Are you okay? Are you still in Manila?” a concerned Maya bombards me with questions. “Yes. I'm taking the next flight back to Chicago. When I come back, I'll tell you everything that happened” I tell her. “Okay. I'll send you the Lawyer's contact okay?” She says just before the call comes to an end. I book my flight online using my phone and arrange all of my stuff. I have a quick shower and I dress up in a simple green jumpsuit. I let my hair fall. I take my box from the bed and start pulling it down the wooden stairs. I'm trying to be fast in order not to meet anybody here. I get to the living space and the front door instantly opens up. Leonard walks in. He's alone. I igonre him and continue dragging my box t
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He hesitates for some time. He doesn't look at me as he thinks about it. Finally, he shakes his head and heaves a sigh. “Is that all you want? Is that all will be an end to these shenanigans?” He asks. I'm a bit offended that he called my emotions mere shenanigans but I'm happy he's seeing reasons with me at least. A part of me still wants him back. “I don't know but that's a start” I reply. “Okay” he leans in towards me.“Okay, what?” I narrow my eyes at him, my veins almost hurting from how tightly I am holding my box handle. “I'll do as you've asked but that will be after she's out of the hospital” he tries to smile. I open my mouth to tell him that what Clara said to me but knowing that he will not believe me, I close my mouth again. “No problem” I respond. “So, that means you are not leaving again right?” He asks and winks at me. I smile, giving him a nod “I mean…” I shrug. Before I can say anything else, he pulls me closer to him, his hand on my waist as he envelops my
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I meet Clara watching the television when I return. By the time I'm back from the kitchen, she's on the phone with God knows who. She has her back to me and she's standing in front of the window. I don't plan to eavesdrop but when I hear Leonard's name, I stand still and listen to what she's saying. “I can't,” she says. I need this to work” she adds again.“He'll understand, I love him” she says after some seconds. It wasn't my intention to be noticed but as I decide to drop my plate of pancakes on the dining table, I mistakenly kick the leg of one of the dinning chairs sitting in front of me. This makes her turn around with eyes flashed open. She quickly end call. “You startled me” she says, her voice a bit shaky as she wipes her hands on her sides. “Why are you acting scared?” I ask, and stroll closer to her. Though she doesn't reply immediately but she keeps her gaze away from me “why will I act scared? I have no reason to be” she replies. “Anyway, do you know that Leonard h
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“Only if you agree to meet up” he answers. “Meet up?” I gasp. He's sounding like he's flirting with me. I hear him chuckle lightly “your friend said you'll be stubborn and I get it. It's not every day you get a husband as rich as Mr. Sinclair. So, I totally—”“Dear Lawyer, I am not going to meet up with you or anything like that. I already told you, I love my husband and we—” I stop when I hear the sound of the door slowly start to crack open and without thinking, I disconnect the call as Leonard's scent fills the room. He's fully dressed in a tracksuit. “I see you went for a run” I say and he nods his head. “Good morning” “Morning, did you sleep well?” He replies and I smile with a nod. I did sleep well. “I thought I heard you talking on the phone, who was that?” He asks and walks to the closet where he starts pulling off the damp clothes and throws them into the open cloth basket. “Oh!” I laugh and I smile “that was Maya. We haven't spoken in a while” I say, stopping myself
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“By me,” a voice answers boldly from behind me. I spin around and Clara is standing just behind me with hands on her waist. As I open my mouth to say something to her, the doorbell rings. Narrowing my eyes at her, I walk away to check who is at the door. Thankfully it's the delivery for my dress. I take the dress and sign the opened file stretched out to me by the Asian looking guy. When I return, instead of saying something to Clara, I decide to ignore and return to the bedroom. She has indeed overstayed her welcome and as soon as Leonard returns, she'll have to leave. After all, hours are enough for a real recovery let alone a fake one. Since Leonard has gone with the driver and bodyguard that came with us, I decide to use an Uber to the nearest cafe for breakfast. I won't be able to stand Clara and whoever that lady in the kitchen is. I still need more explanation but I'll wait till Leonard returns. And when Leonard comes, I'm sure both Clara and that weirdo of a chef will be ou
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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
