Beatrice
I hurriedly walked to the station until I reached the place where I had arranged to meet my best friend. I could see her from a distance; she seemed to be looking around, as if searching for something or someone, sitting on one of the benches near the boarding platform.
When she saw me, Janet immediately stood up and hugged me as if she hadn't seen me in days.
"It's great that you're here," she said, her hug tight.
We stepped back, and I smiled to indicate that everything was okay, despite everything.
"You're so dramatic," I joked. "We spoke less than ten minutes ago."
"How are you dealing with all of this?" Janet's face showed concern.
EdwardWith the firm conviction that our trip to Paris would resolve the issues between Beatrice and me, I parked the car as close as possible to her workplace. However, upon arrival, I didn't find her waiting for me as I had anticipated.Doubt began to creep into my mind. Had she overslept, or was she caught up in some last-minute revision? After a few minutes of waiting with no sign of Beatrice at the building entrance, I decided to step out of the car and start searching for her whereabouts.When I finally reached the floor where my wife worked, I informed the receptionist that I was there to meet her. However, her words left me perplexed."Miss Phillips left a few hours ago, sir," she informed me."It's Mrs. Maddock," I corrected
BeatriceDuring the days I spent in Manchester, I tried to do exactly what I set out to do when leaving London, which was to escape those thoughts and even more so the feelings that Edward evoked in me. It was only when I was back at Janet's house where I was staying, towards the end of the day, that I used my phone to check all the missed messages and calls.Although I had blocked my husband for calls, the messages were still active, and he had tried to reach out through them. However, I chose not to read his messages at that moment, as it wouldn't be beneficial, so I found it more sensible to ignore them.I read and responded to all the others as well. They were from Janet and Andrew, and there was even a message from my cousin, Sebastian, asking how I was and telling me he had already traveled again but with the promise that as soon as he was back in London, he would look for me.I replied that he would always be welcome in my home, and I felt a little guilty about how we had parte
EdwardSeeing the sadness in Beatrice's eyes is painful and uncomfortable, yet I also feel like a hypocrite because, even without intending to, I have caused her a lot of suffering. I realize that I was still doing so, with my unhealthy obsession with controlling her life while simultaneously protecting my heart from the suffering that always accompanies love so closely.“She's not doing well at all, that's a fact” I agree analytically “For this reason, I intend to accompany my sister on this trip. If any bureaucratic issues need to be resolved, she won't have to deal with them, as I will take care of everything.”“It's very kind of you to stand by Abigail in this delicate moment” Beatrice looks at me with admiration.The time had come to talk about another subject, and this one concerned the two of us and no one else.It was time to talk about another matter, and this concerns both of us and no one else."How did you find out about my arrival time?" She asked, sounding curious."Jane
BeatriceI still couldn't clearly express the whirlwind of emotions that overwhelmed me when Edward announced that he would no longer insist on controlling or enclosing me. Everything was confused in my mind at that moment. The feeling of relief, realizing that he finally recognized the error of his conduct, was mixed with a profound sadness for the confirmation of the definitive end of a marriage that, from the beginning, seemed destined to fail. These conflicting feelings left me distressed and lost. However, if there was something extremely positive that I could extract from my trip to Manchester, it was the certainty that it was possible to live a full life, regardless of whether or not I had a man by my side. I learned that you can't simply jump from one relationship to another without first truly understanding what you want. And I was still undecided about many things. Anyway, the news of Abigail's husband's disappearance, with grim probabilities, made me put aside my constant
EdwardWatching my sister suffer up close only reinforced my conviction that deciding to distance myself from Beatrice was the right choice. The intense pain consuming her completely undermined Abigail's rationality. It was painful to see her on the edge of a precipice, feeling like she could fall off at any moment."But how does no one know where Bailey is?" I asked harshly the man on the other end of the line, "None of the passengers are in a condition to say anything about it?""No, Mr. Maddock," the man denied, seeming unfazed by my rudeness, "We are searching all around the area where the jet was found, but we haven't had any sign of Mr. Dawson."I tried to control my temper, which became more explosive with each passing hour without any information ab
BeatriceAfter Andrew left my office, I made an effort to get back to work, focusing on finishing some pending tasks. My goal was to prepare myself to take on my new role at the newspaper and I was eager for the exciting prospect of collaborating with journalists from around the world in pursuit of international news.However, at every moment, I was also seeking updates on the plane crash involving Bailey. I couldn't help but think about Abigail's devastating emotional state in the face of such uncertainty. I tried once again to contact her, sincerely wishing to be by my friend's side, but unfortunately, her phone seemed to be switched off.Each attempt to call was automatically redirected to voicemail, and the messages I sent were not delivered. My concern for my dear friend only grew. I had promised
BeatriceAs Andrew predicted, the news that Bailey wasn't on board the plane when it crashed, along with his team, caused a frenzy in the media. Furthermore, the revelation that he was in the Maldives in the company of a young and attractive Australian model was like a bombshell in all media outlets.Faced with this whirlwind of events and the intense media pressure for Bailey's wife to comment on the case, I chose not to bother Abigail with further attempts at contact. It was evident that, in this delicate moment, she didn't wish to interact with people outside her family, and I wouldn't insist on it.If at any point Abigail wants to talk to me, she'll know how to reach me. After all, I sent her several messages, all remaining unanswered until now.I also
BeatriceAfter Edward headed towards the store's men's section, a strange feeling of discomfort took hold of me. Nevertheless, I managed to suppress that sensation and continued chatting casually with Abigail and Janet.As we finalized our choices of items to purchase, the conversation with Abigail covered various topics, but at no point did we touch upon the subject of her husband's name or discuss the scandal of his public and embarrassing betrayal.Abigail became increasingly at ease, realizing that we wouldn't broach the unpleasant topic for her. This was comforting, as it was evident that she needed to forget everything that had happened in her life over the past few weeks."We could organize a tea with biscuits," Janet suggested when we finished shopp