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REJECTED BY LOVE CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE
Mary Lou steps out of her apartment building into a New York city made brighter and more vibrant by the warm glow of the sun. She takes a deep breath to enjoy the brief moment of peace when a sleek black car pulls up beside her. The tinted window rolls down, revealing Phyllis Bradshaw's impeccably made-up face."Mary Lou, dear, would you mind joining me for a drive?" Phyllis asks with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.For a moment, Mary Lou hesitates. Phyllis Bradshaw is the last person she would ever think to find on her street waiting to pick her up for whatever reason. Still, she nods. "Sure, Mrs. Bradshaw."Despite her apprehension, she opens the car door and slides into the luxurious leather seat. The driver pulls away from the curb smoothly, and they glide through the city streets. Phyllis adjusts her hat, her posture regal and composed."I wanted to have a little chat with you, Mary Lou," Phyllis begins, her tone sugary sweet. "It’s about my dear Charlotte."Mary Lou b
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Mary Lou walks into the classroom at the actor’s studio with her shoulders slumped and her eyes fixed on the floor. Although the room is abuzz wth conversations as it always is, she is too preoccupied with her own thoughts to notice. As she takes her seat, she lets out a deep sigh, her mind still reeling from her encounter with Phyllis.Aaron spots her from across the room and quickly makes his way over. "Hey, Mary Lou!" he calls out cheerfully as he drops into the seat next to her. "You won't believe what happened this morning. Charlotte tried to—""Hi, Aaron," Mary Lou cuts him off, her voice lacking its usual enthusiasm.Aaron frowns slightly, noticing her somber mood. "Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit off."Mary Lou forces a smile. "I'm fine. Just a lot on my mind."Aaron leans in, concern evident in his eyes. "Come on, Mary Lou, I know you better than that. What's really going on?"She hesitates, her gaze drifting to the floor. "It's nothing, Aaron. Really.""Please, Mary Lou. Y
REJECTED BY LOVE CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN
Mary Lou walks down the hospital corridor, her steps echoing against the sterile tiles. She finds Eloise’s room and knocks lightly before entering. Eloise is sitting up in bed and her face lights up when she sees Mary Lou. "Hey there," Eloise greets warmly. "Hi," Mary Lou replies, moving to sit beside the bed. "How are you feeling?" "I’m alright. Just a bit shaken, but I’m stable now," Eloise says with a small smile. "What about you? You look like you have a lot on your mind." Mary Lou sighs, looking down at her hands. "Yeah, a lot’s been happening. I had a run-in with your mother-in-law, Phyllis." Eloise raises an eyebrow. "Oh? What did she do this time?" Mary Lou recounts the drive with Phyllis, her passive-aggressive comments, and the pressure to back off from Aaron. "I told Aaron I couldn’t be friends with him anymore. It’s just... too complicated. He belongs in a different world." Eloise listens intently, then reaches out to hold Mary Lou’s hand. "I’m sorry she put you thro
REJECTED BY LOVE CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT
Eliza and Fay arrive at the hospital with bright smiles, a basket full of Eloise’s favorite treats and an air of joy and companionship that immediately lifts Eloise’s spirits. "Look what we brought!" Fay says, holding up the basket as they walk into the room. "A little bit of sunshine to brighten your day." Despite being weary from sleeping on a hospital bed, Eloise smiles warmly at her friends."You two are the best. Come in, sit down." They settle into the room and immediately fall into their usual pattern of chatting and laughing. Fay shares funny stories about her latest adventures, and Eliza talks about her upcoming wedding. The conversation is so light and so freeing that for a while, Eloise forgets her worries. Soon, the afternoon turns into evening and the three friends continue to enjoy each other’s company. Fay picks out a book from the basket and begins reading aloud. Her delivery heavily relies on animated versions of what she imagines the characters sound like, cracking
REJECTED BY LOVE CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE
Eloise sits silently in the passenger seat as Stanley drives them home from the hospital. The streets of New York blur past the window, but her mind is focused on one thing. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves before speaking. "Stanley," she begins, her voice tense. "We need to talk about something." Stanley glances at her with concern in his eyes. He tries not to show it but a part of him can already sense what Eloise is about to talk to him about. "What is it, Eloise? Is everything okay?" She looks straight ahead, avoiding his gaze. "Eliza saw you at a restaurant with a woman. She described her, and I realized it was Emily." Stanley's grip on the steering wheel tightens. He sighs heavily. "Eloise, I can explain. It wasn't what you think." "Then what was it, Stanley?" Eloise's voice rises with a mix of anger and hurt. "You promised me you wouldn't have any business meetings or dealings with Emily Flores. You promised!" Stanley pulls the car over to the side of t
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From across the couch in the living room of their apartment, Stanley watches Eloise, the soft evening light filtering through the curtains. They are seated close to each other but quiet. The tension from their recent confrontation still lingers in the air like bad perfume. He looks around at this place that they have called home for the past and a sudden awareness washes over him that he had never noticed just how small it is. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. Stanley stands up and opens it to reveal his parents, James and Phyllis, standing there with forced smiles. "Hello, Mother, Father," Stanley says, stepping aside to let them in. Eloise gives them a polite nod but remains seated. Her expression is blank as though their sudden appearance does not surprise her. "Stanley, Eloise," James greets them, his tone brisk. "We wanted to discuss something important." Phyllis, dressed impeccably as always, adds, "Yes, dear. We think it's time we had a serious conversation about your f
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Stanley and Eloise step out of their car and look up at the house in Tribeca. It’s a beautiful, modern structure with large windows and sleek lines. The real estate agent, a cheerful woman named Marissa, greets them at the front door and ushers them inside. The moment they step through the door, they’re struck by the open, airy feel of the space. Natural light floods the interior, highlighting the clean lines and contemporary design. The floors are polished hardwood, and the walls are a soft, inviting white. “This is the living room,” Marissa says, gesturing to a spacious area with high ceilings and a stunning view of the city skyline. “As you can see, it’s perfect for entertaining or just relaxing with the family.” Eloise walks over to the large windows, her eyes wide with wonder. “Stanley, look at this view. It’s incredible.” Stanley smiles, wrapping an arm around her waist. “It is. I can already see us sitting here in the evenings, watching the sunset.” They move through the ho
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Phyllis arrives at Eloise and Stanley's apartment in an elegant, tailored yellow suit and hair so perfectly styled it is a stark contrast to the modest surroundings. She knocks on the door, and Eloise opens it with a polite but guarded expression on her face. "Phyllis, come in," Eloise says as she steps aside to let her mother-in-law enter. "Thank you, dear," Phyllis replies, her voice smooth and controlled. She surveys the apartment with a critical eye before settling herself on the couch. Eloise sits opposite her, folding her hands in her lap. "What brings you here today?" Phyllis smiles, though it doesn't reach her eyes. "I came to talk about Stanley and his father. We both know things have been... strained lately." Eloise nods, waiting for her to continue. Phyllis leans forward slightly. When she speaks, her tone takes on a conspiratorial edge. "I think it would be best for everyone if we could mend this rift. James is very upset, and it's affecting the family business. We ne
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The next morning, the auditorium buzzes with the energy of hopeful actors and actresses. The stage is set for auditions, with rows of seats filled by those waiting for their turn. Ms. Parker sits at a long table near the front, a stack of scripts in front of her. Mary Lou stands beside her, clipboard in hand, a mix of excitement and determination on her face. As the first actor steps onto the stage, Ms. Parker nods to Mary Lou, who announces, "Next, we have Kevin Thompson reading for the role of Jack." Kevin begins his monologue, his voice echoing through the auditorium. Ms. Parker and Mary Lou watch intently, making notes and exchanging glances. The actor finishes his piece, and Ms. Parker smiles warmly. "Thank you, Kevin. We'll be in touch," she says. Kevin leaves the stage, replaced by the next hopeful. The auditions continue, a parade of talent showcasing their skills. Some performances are strong and confident, while others falter under the pressure. Throughout it all, Mary
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As Eloise and Phyllis step into the restaurant, the first thing that hits Eloise is the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of warm pastries. The interior is elegantly decorated, with soft lighting that casts a golden glow over the room. Polished wooden floors reflect the light, and the walls are adorned with tasteful artwork. Tables are set with crisp white linens and delicate china, creating an atmosphere of refined sophistication. The gentle murmur of conversation fills the air, interspersed with the clinking of silverware and the occasional burst of laughter. A soft jazz melody plays in the background, adding to the restaurant’s serene ambiance. The smell of caramelized sugar and freshly baked bread wafts from the kitchen, making Eloise’s mouth water despite her tension. As soon as they step through the door, a well-dressed maître d' hurries over, a broad smile spreading across his face as he recognizes Phyllis. "Mrs. Bradshaw, what a pleasure to see you ag
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"Dad," Stanley says, his voice barely above a whisper. A mixture of shock and confusion flickers across his face. "What are you doing here?" James smiles, a knowing, almost condescending smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He strides forward with the confidence of a man accustomed to being in charge, and comes to stand beside Sebastian. "Stanley," James greets, his voice smooth and measured. "I see you've met Sebastian. We've been in touch for some time now, discussing matters that concern both of us—and, by extension, you." Stanley feels a rush of emotions—anger, betrayal, and confusion—swirl within him. His mind races to make sense of this unexpected alliance. "What is going on?" Stanley demands, his voice stronger now, fueled by the simmering anger. "Why are you here, and what are you both up to?" James and Sebastian exchange a glance, a silent communication passing between them. Then, James turns his full attention to his son. "Stanley, there are things at play here tha
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Stanley grips the steering wheel tightly as he drives away from their home in Tribeca. The bustling streets of New York City quickly transition from the dense urban jungle to the more open, quieter roads leading out of the city. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, primarily centered on the man he is about to confront, Sebastian Flores. As he navigates through the busy traffic, he reflects on the events that have led him here. The revelation of Emily's orchestrated scheme to drive Eloise to the brink had been a shocking blow. But it had also brought to light deeper, more sinister undercurrents. Who else had been involved? And why? The questions gnawed at him, fueling his determination to find answers. The cityscape gradually gives way to the sprawling suburbs, with their neatly manicured lawns and tree-lined streets. The sounds of honking horns and the constant buzz of the city fade into the background, replaced by the more subdued hum of tires on asphalt and the occasional chirp o
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Eloise pushes the shopping cart through the polished aisles of the grocery store, each step echoing softly on the tiled floor. The store is brightly lit, with wide aisles that provide a clear view of the meticulously arranged shelves, As she moves toward the bakery section, the comforting aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries wafts through the air, mingling with the faint scent of coffee brewing at the nearby café. Soft, soothing background music plays with the murmur of other shoppers discussing their purchases or catching up on their day. Eloise pauses by the dairy section, scanning the neatly arranged rows of milk, yogurt, and cheeses. As she rounds the corner near the dairy section, she nearly collides with a tall, familiar figure. "Eloise?” the man exclaims, his voice tinged with surprise and delight. Eloise looks up, her eyes widening. “Thomas! It’s been ages!” Thomas Wilson, her old boss from the magazine where she first worked as an assistant when she moved to Ne
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Mary Lou sits across from Eloise in the living room, a cup of tea in her hands. The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on their faces. Eloise notices the contemplative look in Mary Lou’s eyes and even before her friend speaks, she senses that a significant conversation is about to unfold. "Eloise, there’s something I need to tell you," Mary Lou begins, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of uncertainty. Eloise sets her own cup down, giving Mary Lou her full attention. "What is it, Mary Lou? You know you can tell me anything." Mary Lou takes a deep breath to gather her thoughts. "I’ve been thinking a lot about my future and everything that’s happened. I’ve come to a decision, and I wanted to share it with you first." Eloise leans forward with concern etched across her features. "Go on." Mary Lou looks down at her cup, then back up at Eloise. "I’ve decided to quit acting." Eloise’s eyes widen in alarm. "What? But you love the theater! Actin
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The next few weeks fly by quickly but they bring a welcome period of peace for Eloise and Stanley, something they both now know is a rare find. Their home is a sanctuary of calm, filled with the gentle and seamless progress of daily life. The newborn's soft coos and the rhythmic ticking of the clock create a soothing backdrop to their newfound tranquility. For the first time in a while, they both experience what it feels to have a truly serene domestic life. Eloise, whose belly is no longer swollen with a pregnancy that weighs her down, moves gracefully around the house. She tends to their child’s every need and settles fully into her role as a mother. She accepts this role like an expert. Her face which was once marked by worry and tension now radiates a contentment. She often pauses to gaze out of the window, and in those moments, her eyes relect a quiet sort of happiness, one of contentment and fulfillment, as she watches the leaves which had previously turned into the rich hues o
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Stanley and Eloise stand at the entrance of Emily’s grand townhouse, their hearts pounding in unison. The air is crisp with the bite of the approaching winter. Police officers surround them and their presence is a comforting assurance of safety. Before they walk forward, Eloise looks to Stanley who gives her a reassuring look. The lead detective knock gently and after a short while, the door swings open to reveal Emily. As always, she is poised and elegant in a short black dress and black heels. Her hair is blown out and light so that the wind from the outside blows them freely. In her hand is a half full glass of wine which she holds on tightly too for dear life. When she sees those before her, her eyes widen in surprise. The surprise is quickly replaced by panic. "What’s the meaning of this?" she demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Emily Flores," one of the officers steps forward, "you are under arrest for conspiracy, harassment, and endangerment." Emily’s composed facad
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The streets of New York City are just as busy and lively as they usually are but to Stanley, they feel distant and muted. The crisp air bites at his skin, a stark reminder of the approaching winter. The sky is a heavy gray, threatening snow that hasn't yet begun to fall. The wind whistles through the tall buildings, carrying the scent of roasted chestnuts from a vendor just a few feet away and the sharp, metallic tang of cold concrete. Stanley pulls his coat tighter around himself. As he walks, his breath is visible in the cold. The city's sounds—the honking of cars, the chatter of pedestrians, the distant wail of a siren—blend into a background hum that he barely registers. His mind is elsewhere, consumed by the revelations of the past few days. He thinks about the pieces that have fallen into place, the clues that led him to understand who is responsible for the turmoil that has gripped their lives. The manipulation, the threats, the orchestrated events—all designed to destabiliz
