Regrets From Ex Won't Win Me Back

It wasn't until late at night that Richard entered the room, reeking of alcohol. He threw his clothes across the room before collapsing on the bed. Isabella sat in the dimly lighted room and silently picked up the scattered clothes. As she folded them, she saw a lipstick stain on Richard's shirt collar. Her hands trembled as she turned towards him. "Richard, what's this stain on your shirt?" Richard grumbled and barely lifted his head. "I don’t know, Isabella. I was busy networking all night." Isabella's heart sank. Richard shot her a sharp look. "You know, I was left to socialize alone while you vanished. Where did you go? Did you return without me for some reason you don’t want me to know about?" Isabella's eyes filled with tears. "I stayed at the party for as long as I could but you were nowhere to be seen.” Richard sat up, glaring at her. "You could have at least tried to find me. Instead, you made it seem like you were up to something." Isabella took a shaky breath,

Isabella was heartbroken. She curled up in a corner and cried her eyes out. She couldn't sleep throughout the night. "She was probably a bad person in her former life to deserve this kind of fate," she figured She had been trying to reach Richard for hours, but no one answered. “Richard! Richard!” She called out repeatedly, but no one responded.How much time had passed? It should be evening by now. Wasn't the butler and the housekeeper around? Isabella felt enveloped by an endless darkness. The entire house was eerily silent, like a tomb, like her marriage.Isabella recalled how, over the years, she had obeyed Richard's every wish. Since Richard didn't like her to be in the spotlight, she appeared rarely in public. Richard often said the media were opportunistic and advised her to avoid journalists, so she kept quiet. Richard didn't like her interacting with others, claiming it made him jealous, so she devoted all her time to him.Now, the illusion shattered around her. Richard's co

The steady tapping of fingers on the keyboard filled the quiet office. Seth Donovan the youthful thirty-two-year-old chief executive officer, was acknowledged as one of the most eloquent legal minds in the industry. A soft knock interrupted his focus. “Come in,” he barked without even lifting his head. He was so engrossed in his monitor. The door opened and Edward entered the room dressed in casual clothes; he was Seth’s right hand and a reliable friend. Edward ran a hand through his hair, a habit Seth recognized as a sign of stress. "We've got a situation, Seth. It's about Stone Enterprises." Seth leaned back in his chair, his expression darkening. "Richard Stone. What's he up to now?" Edward dropped a thick file on Seth's desk. "It's worse than we thought.” Seth glanced through the file, his frown becoming more profound with each page. The headlines screamed accusations: "Toxic Work Environment at Donovan Corp," "Top Talent Fleeing Seth Donovan's Sinking Ship." "It gets worse,

Isabella sat cautiously on the brink of the leather sofa, her hands clasped firmly in her lap. The busy law firm hallway felt cramped, with each glance in her direction expressing implicit condemnation. She approached the receptionist's desk for what felt like the hundredth time. "Excuse me," Isabella said meekly. "I was wondering if—" The receptionist interrupted her in the middle of her statement with a fake smile. ”Sorry Mrs. Stone, but like I told you earlier, all our attorneys in the firm are busy at the moment, if you would like to leave your details we can fit you in.” “Please,” Isabella said softly. This is on the emergency level, all I need is to talk to someone for a few minutes. The face of the receptionist remained static with the same charming smile as earlier. "I hear you but it’s beyond my control. Perhaps you'd like to try another firm?" Isabella, beaten down, returned to her seat. Her phone buzzed non-stop in her purse. She pulled it out with shaking hands, shud