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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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Clara runs to my bedside and sits beside me causing Maya to get off to give her space. Her face looks compassionate like she actually does care. From the look Maya is giving her, I'm sure I have lots of explaining to do later. “Oh my God, what happened to you?” she asks but I push her hand off me. I'm about to ask her of Leonard, where he had gone and how she’s aware of my condition when Leonard walks in. He walks closer to my bedside. His presence makes me smile. I'm happy to see him as I'm being reminded that I am pregnant for him. “What took you so long?” I ask him but he doesn't answer my question. He comes closer and takes my hand in his.“Are you okay? How did this happen? I just finished speaking with the doctor” He says. I can see concern written all over him. I open my mouth to speak when Clara suddenly stops me rubbing my hand “And you don't look so good. Are you really okay?” she says but I slowly withdraw my hand from her. I take my eyes away from her and look at my
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Leonard is holding Clara's hand as they walk into the house. Clara is dressed in a radiant green dress with her blonde hair blowing about her in waves to her shoulders. I'm puzzled for a while as they laugh to each other, not realizing my presence at first. It's still midday and Leonard is back home with Clara? It's hard to put together. Leonard hates staying out of work. And they look so cozy and cheerful. I watch her smoothen Leonard's suit and whisper something into his ear which makes him smile broadly. I plan to stay quiet all through but it starts to bite my body just seeing how close they are. Seeing him let her touch him in that manner made my stomach hurt. “You are here…” I say as I drop the spoon noisily on the ceramic plate. My words startle Leonard and he pushes Clara's hands away from his body. Clara on her own side doesn't look anything close to being startled or surprised. “Hey…I didn't see you there” she says first. “You are awake,” Leonard says, smoothing his ti
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She chuckles again “you know, what Leonard and I share is something you can never have or comprehend for the rest of your life. Just because you married Leonard doesn't mean he'll choose you over me. He'll always choose me no matter what” then she smiles widely. Her words hurt me but I can't let her see it. I can't lie that there might be a truth in what she's saying. It just hurt to know that she shared a part of Leonard's life with him. A part of him that I might never see. But I'm not a fighter. And that's the only reason I've not started pulling those perfectly looking blonde ponytail of hers. I fold my lips together before releasing them and a long deep breath follows it. Now it's my turn to smirk “You must be a real joker” I snap “Leonard is a very considerate person and we both know it. He's probably just being caring to an old friend.” I say and turn to walk away wanting to have the last words. But she speaks afterwards and those last words as I make it to the door comes t
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When I get home, I meet Clara on the couch and Leonard kneeling close to her. He's massaging her feet. When I walk in, Leonard stands to his feet. He looks at me as I walk past them without a word. I walk to my room not wanting to care about whatever it is that they were doing. My hand moves to my stomach and I rub it gently. And as I go to bed, all I can think of is my baby. I can't wait to have her in my arms. I can't wait to see my child. The thought leaves a smile on my face as I drift off to sleep. In the morning, I decide to do some yoga routine just because I saw it online that it helps with pregnancy. I didn't see any sign of Leonard when I woke up. I just assumed he had gone to work. We haven't slept in the same room for some days now. I miss my husband so much and that is why I can't wait for his birthday which is in two days time. Thirty minutes later, after the yoga, I go downstairs to have a drink of milk and I stop in my tracks behind the kitchen door when I hear Le
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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
