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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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She's hopping up and down my bed, our—my husband and I—bed. She's moaning loudly and I stand there watching with disgust as the masculine hand controls her body with a firm strong looking hand. I feel so irritated and angry. Without thinking, I walk forward and pull her hair from behind only to be met by the worst nightmare of my life. It's Leonard. The man in question is Leonard. My heart starts to ache. My nose burns and my eyes stings as I look at his widened surprised eyes with so much hurt and confusion. He looks at me but doesn't say anything. Instead, he averts his gaze away from me. At least he has the decency to stop what he's doing while I'm standing there. And I'm left to wonder. What is happening? Why did he do this? What is wrong with me? What was I thinking when I agreed to all his pleas? What was I thinking when I convinced myself that Clara is a phase that would soon pass. What is wrong with me? I'm starting to feel a bit dizzy as every starts to feel clustered aroun
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“Emotional damage and abuse, deceit, infidelity…” I suck in my breath as I try to hold back the tears lurking behind my eyes. The lawyer is quiet as he watches me with keen eyes. He hands me a tissue. “You can be vulnerable around me. I'm your lawyer. It's really okay to cry, I won't judge you” he says. But instead of his words giving me comfort, it makes me more angry. Men will always lie to you as much as they want. In the end, you'll only realize you were lied to. I hold his gaze for a few seconds before withdrawing my stare and rejecting his tissue. “Just add up anything you want to add up. I have a flight to catch up” I sniff out and stand up. “I'll wait for your call, Mr. Sebastine.” As his name falls off my lips, I suddenly remember where I'd seen him. It was in the hospital. He was the man who offered me his fur coat. Swallowing, I breathe in and walk away. ……I'm on my way back to the house when I suddenly decide to not go back again. Whatever it is that I have there can
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“I just want to say thank you for helping my husband,” she replies. I'm puzzled for a second wondering who her husband is. “And who is your husband?” I ask her. Instead of responding, she chuckles. “Thank you, okay? It's not my story to tell. You'll understand later—soon” she says before ending the call just when I open my mouth to say something to her. When I bring the phone off my ear, I gasp at it. It's rude to end calls on people just like that. I tap on the number and try to return the call but it doesn't connect. Sighing, I resign from the attempt and go back to sit with my father. “Was that him?” He asks but I shake my head. “No. It was a weird call but don't worry about it” I answer. We spend the whole afternoon talking about Mom and chatting about her high tuned voice when she was happy. We had grilled fish and a glass of orange juice. In the evening, I visit Maya's house and we go out to the beach. “Have Leonard at least called you?” She asks as we walk through
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As I leave my mailbox, a notification pops up on my screen. Reluctantly tapping on it, I open the notification coming from Instagram. It's a post made by Clara. It's a picture of her hands intertwined with Leonard's hand. A lot of viewers may not know it's Leonard, but I know my husband's hand anywhere I see it no matter how blurry. I sigh loudly, proceeding to unfollow Clara. Thinking about it now, I don't even know why I followed her in the first place. Maya immediately notices my mood. She plumps down to me and peeps into my phone. “What happened? Did he text you?” She asks. I wanted to ask her who but my instinct knows who she's talking about. So, I shake my head. “No, I saw something else.” I say and turn to her with an already teary eyes. “How could he do this to me? How? I loved him to much. So much I thought it was going to break me.” I sob. She pulls me closer into a hug. “If he had any respect for our marriage, he could have at least said something like ‘i want a divorc
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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
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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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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
