It was interesting how the human mind worked during a manic episode. There I was, having proposed marriage to my boss in a fit of rage. He didn't improve my embarrassment by reaching to his desk and pressing a button to lower the blinds automatically, shielding us from prying eyes.Then, he clasped
"I'll be submitting my resignation this afternoon. I'm sorry for my behavior; it was unprofessional," I mentioned, tears still falling.I heard a very deep sigh."There's no need," he said, sounding resigned. I looked at him hopefully. "We've all made bad decisions and had bad days. You don't deserv
A week had passed since the disaster at the bridal shop, and my wicked stepmother hadn't stopped pestering me for the name of my supposed fiance. But all I'd gotten from that infamous dating app were twenty dick pics, five offers for casual sex, and countless hours of frustration. I had no one to ta
"Nothing. I'm going to the equestrian club. It's Amanda's engagement dinner," I explained."What are you planning to sabotage this time? Don't tell me you've given up—that would be so boring of you."I looked at him, pressing my tongue against my cheek. I felt ridiculed and mocked, but there was no
Amelia was the name of my detestable stepmother. But I loathed her name so much that I tried not to remember it. It was the name my mother used to repeat incessantly when she was ill, blaming her for the destruction of her marriage. Even as a child, I understood that my father was more to blame for
"Don't be rude, Andrew. He's my guest. He came with me," I informed him, trying to keep him in check."He's your boss. He doesn't need to come with you anywhere," Andrew snapped, barely containing his anger.I rolled my eyes and walked past him."Don't be ridiculous. Control yourself," I whispered a
A stepmother on the floor, an apparent boyfriend who came out of nowhere, and more alcohol in my system than I should have. That's the summary of the scene I was living through at that moment. With Amelia passed out, Serge wasted no time in reacting. My father carried her in his arms, while Amanda f
We left the room and walked to his car in silence. We got in, still silent."What was that? What are you planning to do with me?" I asked, bewildered."For now, I'll take you to get some real food," he decided, starting the car, as cool as a cucumber.-The "real food" Lucius referred to was this gl