BeatriceAfter returning from the bathroom, I kept an eye on the nearby table, but I didn't see them return to the dining area, concluding that they must have paid the bill and left after the unwanted and entirely unnecessary encounter in the corridor.However, the scene wouldn't leave my mind, and I kept replaying Edward's approach, leaving me extremely irritated because I was certain that the false and deceitful woman would be capable of completely twisting the situation and making him believe that I was the one who initiated the confrontation, which is entirely ridiculous.The rest of the dinner proceeded smoothly; after all, the source of my discomfort had already left. It's challenging, but I just realized that Edward still has the power to affect me, even after so much time apart.Andrew naturally drove me home. I just didn't expect to find an unfamiliar car parked in front of the residence. I felt a slight apprehension, fearing it might be someone with malicious intentions lurk
BeatriceI stared at Edward, eagerly awaiting his response. I was genuinely curious about the reason that brought him to my house, considering he had no obligation to account for the women he went out with, especially after a year without contact."You're right, Beatrice," Edward agreed, looking visibly uncomfortable. "I shouldn't have come here today. Forgive me."He stood up and approached me, who had chosen a strategic position as far away as possible from where he was sitting on the couch."I'm leaving," Edward announced. "But before, and as much as you say it's not necessary, I repeat that Louise and I have no involvement."I couldn't contain the cynical and disdainful laugh that escaped my lips, considering his insistence on the matter, even after acknowledging the truth of my words."Alright, Edward," I replied, maintaining the ironic smile on my face. "I'll note that information. Will it make any difference in my life? No."Edward let out a deep sigh, and now his expression wa
BeatriceSince that unexpected encounter with Edward, my mind had become a mess of conflicting emotions. I couldn't avoid confronting the truth, even if it was painful. Andrew and I had been together for months, but I realized something was wrong.I needed to tell the truth to Andrew, and that's what I intended to do when we met at my house the next night. He looked at me with concern, and the concern was justified. I didn't know how to approach the subject, but I knew I had to."Andrew, we need to talk," I began, choosing my words carefully. "I've been thinking a lot about us and our relationship." He furrowed his brow, clearly concerned. The closeness we had built over the past few months couldn't be ignored. Andrew was a kind, affectionate man who treated me with a level of respect I had never experienced before.
BeatriceThe situation caught me completely off guard, and I ended up agreeing with the suggestion because I didn't want to disappoint Timothy on such an important day for him. So, we went to Timothy's school, where we spent some extra time to ease his first day at an English school, considering he was Ukrainian, and this transition could be challenging.As we were heading back to my house - Edward insisted on driving me back - I took the opportunity to question Edward about the subject he had avoided before taking Timothy to school. This time, he answered promptly."I didn't know Abigail intended to bring Timothy to our house the first time she did it," he began to explain. "I was returning from a trip to Scotland and hadn't gone to the office. After that, I decided to spend some time with Timothy."
BeatriceWhen we finally arrived in front of my house, the atmosphere in the car was much lighter. I thanked Andrew for the ride and prepared to leave quickly, aware that Edward was waiting, along with Timothy. However, Andrew held my hand, preventing me from getting out."Do I deserve a kiss from my girlfriend?" Andrew asked with a tender smile.I felt obligated to grant my boyfriend's request, after all, I genuinely liked him. The kiss between us was tender and passionate, and for a moment, I could forget all the confusion surrounding my life.When the kiss finally ended, I felt my heart warm, and I returned the smile that lit up Andrew's face."Should I be concerned that your ex-husband is waiting for you at your house?" Andrew as
EdwardWithout anyone needing to explicitly state it, I noticed how Beatrice tried to maintain a certain distance between Timothy and me, something that became more evident each day.I understood that reigniting our marriage would be a challenging task, filled with unspoken words and silences that spoke for themselves. Especially considering my mistake in trying to win her back months after our separation.I was left to accept whatever was possible, even if it was little, sometimes almost nothing on her part. Anything was better than nothing.When Beatrice started coming home every day with Smith, something that became a routine since the day she was late, which hadn't happened before, it was clear that a significant change had occurred in their relationship.
BeatriceI lived in what seemed like a normal relationship with a man who made his love for me clear. However, the feeling of happiness and fulfillment eluded me. The reasons for this emptiness were unknown to me, and I did my best to avoid confronting them, indefinitely postponing this reflection. Not even at that moment, when I was finishing my activities in the newspaper office and getting ready to go home with my perfect partner, was it appropriate to address these thoughts. Everything seemed perfect, but something was out of tune. A discreet knock on the door indicated that Andrew was waiting, ready for us to go home together, as we always did."Hi, dear," he greeted me, quickly kissing my lips. "Can we go?""Of course," I agreed without hesitation. We went down the elevator to the basement, and when we were alre
BeatriceDinner with Andrew's parents went smoothly, although I always felt a bit uncomfortable with the Smiths' stiffness. However, it wouldn't be fair to say they were unpleasant or anything of the sort. Maybe my discomfort was because Joel Smith was the owner of the newspaper and, consequently, my boss. Either way, there was still nothing I could pinpoint for sure.As we were about to leave, well past eight o'clock, a conversation topic immediately caught my attention. We were discussing the lunch in celebration of Andrew's birthday, scheduled for the upcoming weekend."I hope Justin doesn't bring his nephew this time," Mrs. Thomas said, surprising me. "I hate when they bring children to my house."Justin was a close friend of Andrew; they studied together, and I was deeply s