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Evelyn's POV I turn around to see Leonard standing at the door. He looks more handsome than usual under the neon pink light. His thick brows glister like diamonds. His massive shoulders fill his coat he's wearing in a way that's annoyingly appealing. I can't count how many times I've fallen for these looks. “You are here” he says and starts coming closer to me. But I don't speak. When he's close to the bed, he lowers himself at the edge of the bed to meet me “I told you I'll make up for our anniversary, right?” I shift my eyes away, fixing them on the silk robe draped over the chair by the window. I try not to look at him. If I look at him too long, I’ll cave. I’ll forgive him. And I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet. But then, damn it—he smells so good. That cologne, the one I love, curls around me like an embrace I never asked for. I can’t stop myself. Slowly, I turn my head to meet his gaze. “This dress will look so lovely on you” he says. “I picked the perfect color,”
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Evelyn's POV Clara walks elegantly towards us. She has a bright and wide smile on her face. She's wearing a yellow dress that holds her firm hips tightly. Her blonde hair glistens like polished gold as it blows about her. “Hey…” she first says to me with a wave when she gets to our table. She turns around to where Leonard is. She bends over and gives him a short hug. I'm quiet as I watch them. I watch as Leonard reciprocates her hug. His face brightens up. Better than it was when we got here. When they must have finished exchanging pleasantries, she turns back to me. “Evelyn... It's been a while. You look good” she says but I know she doesn't mean it. I nod my head and force out a smile. “Thank you. You too but I'm surprised to see you here. I didn't know you are back in town” I say. But my mood has dropped just now. I thought Leonard planned a dinner for the both of us, why then is Clara here? How does she even know that we are here? Is she spying on him? Or did he invite h
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Evelyn's POV. Clara is standing at the center of my kitchen, humming a soft tune as she stirs something in a pot. Her blonde hair is pulled into a high ponytail. She's Wearing a casual purple jogger and a black tank top and she moves with this ease and familiarity that makes my stomach twist. Like she belongs here. Like she owns this space. I clear my throat. “What are you doing here? Why are you in here?” She doesn’t jump or act startled. Instead, she turns her head slowly, a small, almost triumphant smile curling her lips. “Oh, Evelyn. You’re home already. I didn't hear you come in. I was just making Leonard’s favorite soup for dinner. You know how much he loves it.” The way she grins and the casual way says his name, the intimate tone she uses—it grates against my nerves. So many things ran through my mind. Did she sleep here? Is he sleeping with her…? I take a deep breath, forcing myself to keep calm. “For dinner…I wasn’t aware that Leonard asked you to cook for him. Or tha
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Evelyn's POV I step out of the shower wrapped in my silk robe, my hair is damp as strands of it clings to my shoulders. The faint scent of lavender from my bath still lingers in the air, but it does little to calm the knot of tension in my chest. I hate the tension so badly. I grab a towel to pat my hair dry and step into the dressing room then I freeze when I see Leonard in the closet. Leonard stands by the wardrobe, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, his broad back to me as he scans his collection of shirts. I wonder if he's taking his time to pick out a shirt because of her. But I shake my head and I walk to where he's standing. I touch his shoulder making him slowly turn to look at me with a bit of surprise. “Hey…I thought it was just Mom and Clara” he says with a hint of surprise in his voice. “And you didn't bother looking for me or perhaps calling me?” I blink off the disappointment. “I—I was going to once I finished dinner” he replies. Wow. I didn't expect the respons
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Evelyn's POV But I ignore his words as I find my way to the bedroom. Once inside, I pace around the room in frustration. “What's this about?” Leonard’s voice cuts through as he walks inside the bedroom and shutting the door behind him. My plan is to ignore him but this is Leonard. He hates me ignoring him and I don't like him being upset because of me. So, instead I'll express myself the way I can. “Stop asking me that. I told you I don't feel well. I've lost my appetite?” I reply. He ignores my response. “Just cut that Eve, you never say no to home cooked meals” he snaps “You just embarrassed me in front of Clara and my mom. Why will you just walk out like that?” My mouth falls open, disbelief washing over me. “I embarrassed you? Leonard, do you hear yourself? Do you realize how humiliating it is to sit there while she—” “She what?” he cuts in, stepping closer. “Tell stories about our childhood? Evelyn, she wasn’t trying to offend you. She’s just being herself. Why can’t yo
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But after much time and promising Leonard that I won't go back there again, he finally agreed to let me go. His stern voice still rings in my ears: “Decide what kind of business you want to run, Evelyn, that's if you are really interested.” It felt like a blow to the chest—his words, his tone, the lack of belief in me. But he’s right, isn’t he? My father has done nothing but drag me and my mother's legacy down. And yet, I can’t stop myself from trying to fix his mess, even when it costs me everything. When I arrive at the company, Marcus is already waiting in the conference room for me. His tense posture is evident through the glass walls that the reason I'm being summoned is not good, and the moment he sees me, he rises from his seat, offering a weak smile. “Welcome,” he says, extending a hand to me. I shake it briefly, my mind already racing around weary of what he has to say. “Where’s my father?” I ask as I walk in, glancing around the room. Marcus shifts uncomfortably. “H
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“What are you—how are you here?” I ask with a firm voice. I get closer a little bit. But she ignores me and walks past me to my father and hands him the tray of what she is carrying. After that she stands next to him. “Dad, how do you know this woman?” I turn to my father with irritation and confusion.“Oh, she—” my father started talking but Clara cut him off. “We met at the corporate after party yesterday night. He seemed so nice. So, he invited me to come over for lunch the next day, which is today.” She smiles as she runs her eyes over me while tracing her fingers through her hair “you act nothing like your father. He's so gentle and nice, unlike—you” I suck in my breath as I think to myself. What exactly is the deal with this woman? Why is she bent on making me always feel like I'm no longer a part of where I used to belong? She knows nothing about me.My lips askew in a weird smile. “You are so—”“Come on, Lyn, don't talk to my guest like that” my father's voice interrupts me
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The first thing I notice when I slowly peel my eyes open is Maya sitting by my side, her focus locked on her phone. The light from the screen reflects on her face, but she doesn’t notice me stirring at first. I blink a few times as I take in my surroundings. The stark white walls and the sterile smell quickly tells me that I’m in a hospital. My heart skips instantly. “What… happened to me?” I ask weakly with a raspy voice as I turn my head to Maya, drawing her attention. Her head snaps up, and relief washes over her face. “You’re awake! Thank God!” she exclaims, quickly rising from the chair and darting out of the room before I can ask anything else. Confused, I struggle to sit up. It’s then I notice the IV line fixed to the back of my hand. The sight unsettles me, though I can’t feel it. My head aches faintly, a dull, persistent throb that clouds my thoughts. I try to remember—what brought me here? The last thing I recall is sitting at the restaurant, having dinner with Maya
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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
