BeatriceThe next morning, the first thing I do when I wake up is call Janet. Even though I don't want to bother my friend or ruin her happiness with my problems, I need her help today, and I'm sure she won't object to what I have in mind. After a few rings, Janet picks up the call, and I sigh in relief to hear her usual cheerful tone. We talk for a bit, and she tells me about little Archie, and how he's getting smarter and healthier every day. When she asks me how things are, I tell her the truth about how confused I am with everything that's happening."You can count on my help, Beatrice," Janet says after hearing what I planned to do that day."I'm glad you can help me, Janet," I reply, truly relieved.As agreed, Edward arrives to pick me up at the usual time and greets me in
BeatriceEven though it was already lunchtime, I decided to go to Lucy's office, perhaps I would still find her at her workplace. I had an important work-related doubt that needed to be resolved.Upon arriving at where her desk was located, I found the space empty. I was about to immediately return to the hallway when I noticed some voices coming from the slightly ajar door of Mr. Smith's office. I quickly identified them as the voices of Lucy and our boss, who seemed to be having a conversation. I couldn't just stand there, because if Lucy returned to her desk and saw me listening behind the door, she might misinterpret my presence.However, upon hearing my name mentioned by Mr. Smith, I became completely attentive to their conversation."You also inform t
BeatriceI 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