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REJECTED BY LOVE CHAPTER SIXTY SIX
Eloise rises from her seat in the train car and heads toward the bathroom. The rhythmic clatter of the train on the tracks, slightly muffled by the plush interior, is a constant background noise. She passes through the narrow corridor as the soft sway of the train makes her steps slightly unsteady.When she reaches the bathroom, she opens the door and steps inside only to find herself face-to-face with a woman dressed in vibrant, flowing fabrics, adorned with various charms and trinkets. The woman, with piercing dark eyes and an aura of mystique, smiles at Eloise."Excuse me," Eloise says, trying to sidestep the woman."Ah, don't be in such a hurry," the woman says, her voice melodic yet commanding. "I was hoping to have a word with you."Eloise frowns. "I'm not interested. Please let me pass."But the woman doesn't move. Instead, she steps closer so that her eyes lock with Eloise's. "You carry a heavy burden, child. Both in your heart and in your womb."Eloise stiffens. "I don't know
REJECTED BY LOVE CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN
The heavy front doors close behind Eloise and Stanley as they walk into the grand foyer of the Bradshaw mansion. The decor, with its marble floors and gilded accents, is familiar yet feels oppressive under the circumstances. A new butler, some middle-aged man neither Stanley nor Eloise recognize, silently gestures for them to follow, leading them to a lavish sitting room where James and Phyllis Bradshaw await.James stands by the fireplace, his usually composed demeanor replaced with visible agitation. Phyllis, seated on a velvet chaise, rises as they enter. Her expression is a mix of worry and anger."Mother, Father," Stanley greets them cautiously."Stanley, Eloise," James says, his voice tight. "Sit down. We need to talk."They take seats across from James and Phyllis."Arthur Finch contacted us," James begins, not wasting any time. "He told us everything that happened in San Francisco. Your... underhanded tactics have not only damaged your reputation but have also cost me a signif
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Eloise pushes her shopping cart down the aisle of the supermarket barely aware of her surroundings. In her right hand is her list of necessities and the other hand absentmindedly rests atop her growing belly. The bright fluorescent lights overhead cast a sterile glow on the shelves, but she’s focused on picking out fresh produce and getting back home. Her mind drifts to the conversation she and Stanley had with his parents, tangling her thoughts with worry and anticipation. As she reaches for a bag of apples, a woman’s voice details her train of thought. “Excuse me, dear, could you help me reach that can on the top shelf?” Eloise turns to see an elderly woman with sharp, penetrating eyes and a shawl draped over her shoulders. She’s holding a small basket filled with an assortment of herbs. Eloise forces a polite smile and reaches for the can, handing it to the woman. “Thank you, my dear,” the woman says, but her gaze doesn’t leave Eloise’s face. Instead, her eyes narrow, and she
REJECTED BY LOVE CHAPTER SIXTY NINE
Just off the corner of Lexington Avenue sits a cozy brunch spot hidden from most except the very few New Yorkers who make an intentional effort to find new places to eat and drink. Inside this spot, the air is filled with classical music and the chatter of its sparse patrons. Large windows open up its wall to the street and through these windows, sunlight streams in, casting a warm glow over the rustic wooden tables that are arranged in equidistant fashion. Mary Lou, Eliza, and Fay are seated at the table nearest to the window, already deep in conversation.Eloise arrives, slightly out of breath, and spots her friends waving her over. She weaves through the tables and joins them at theirs. “Sorry, ladies. I got a little held up at the dispensary,” Eloise says as she takes her seat.“No worries,” Mary Lou replies, smiling. “We just place our orders. How have you been? What has your year been like?”Eloise takes a moment to gather her thoughts. “It’s been... eventful. But first, how are
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The excitement in the dressing room at the Prestige Theatre is palpable from ten blocks away. It is opening night and costumes and makeup are being adjusted, final touches are being made, and the air is thick with anticipation. In the midst of this, Mary Lou sits at her vanity, carefully applying her makeup, when she catches a glimpse of Charlotte approaching her through the mirror. She lets out a sigh of exasperation.“Mary Lou,” Charlotte calls out in a surprisingly friendly tone, a wide smile on her face. “I just wanted to wish you the best of luck tonight.”Mary Lou turns to face her, wary but polite. “Thank you, Charlotte. That means a lot.”“You’ve worked really hard, and it shows. I’m sure you’ll do great in your role, even if it’s a minor one,” Charlotte says as she steps even closer, her smile unwavering.Mary Lou’s eyes narrow slightly. She knows Charlotte well enough now to detect the underlying barb in her words. “I appreciate that, Charlotte. We all have to start somewhere
REJECTED BY LOVE CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE
Resuming classes after a succesful play is always awkward for the students at the actors studio but most of them are used to it by now. Except for Mary Lou who enters the studio expecting everyone to be as lethargic as she felt but surprised to see business back as usual. Seeing her lack of energy, Aaron takes her hand and leads them to a bench where they sit together in quarter turns. “You know,” Aaron says with a playful grin, “I still can’t believe how you managed to nail that scene last night. I was half expecting you to trip over your lines.” Mary Lou chuckles, nudging him gently. “Oh, please. If anyone was going to trip, it would have been you during that sword fight. Your grip was all wrong.” Aaron laughs, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Guilty as charged. But hey, at least I didn’t drop my prop like a certain someone during rehearsals.” “Touché,” Mary Lou says, smiling sheepishly. “But admit it, we make a pretty good team.” Aaron nods with a warm smile of his own. “Y
REJECTED BY LOVE CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO
But for the sterile smell of antiseptic that permeates the air and the soft hum of machines providing a constant background noise to her conversation with Stanley, Eloise would be doubting that she is truly in hospital. Her husband, from the moment they made it into the emergency room had demanded for the most private of suites for his wife and even chastised the nurse who took them into one with dirty sheets on the bed. In those moments, Eloise found herself falling in love with him anew. Now, she lies in the hospital bed, looking pale but alert, while Stanley sits beside her, holding her hand tightly.The doctor enters the room and stands at the foot of the bed with a reassuring smile on his face. "Mrs. Bradshaw, the good news is that you and the baby are both stable. There's no sign of any serious injury from the fall. However, we do want to keep you here for a few days for observation, just to be safe.""Thank you, doctor," Eloise says with a nod, relief mingling with the anxiety l
REJECTED BY LOVE CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE
Mary Lou and Daniel meet at a bistro tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. The restaurant is intimate, with warm lighting and the soft hum of jazz playing in the background. They sit across from each other and their conversation flows easily as they share stories and laugh over their meals.As the evening progresses, Mary Lou finds herself genuinely enjoying Daniel's company. He's charming and attentive, with an infectious enthusiasm that makes her feel at ease. They talk about everything from their favorite books to their ambitions, and Mary Lou is surprised at how much they have in common.After dinner, they take a leisurely stroll through a nearby park. The night air is crisp and refreshing. The park is lit by old-fashioned lampposts which casts a romantic glow over the scene. They continue their conversation, their voices mingling with the rustling leaves and distant city sounds. Eventually, they find a bench and sit down where they look up at the stars peeking through the can
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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
REJECTED BY LOVE CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT
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
REJECTED BY LOVE CHAPTER NINETY SEVEN
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
