Beatrice
As 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
BeatriceI looked at the child sitting on the train seat next to me, and once again, the overwhelming sadness engulfed me.But I needed to be strong. It wasn't the time to falter because now I had someone who depended entirely on me, and for him, I would be capable of anything. I was preparing myself for all the questions and even possible criticisms that would come. I had no idea how my parents would react to what I was about to do."Are you sleepy?" I asked.Timothy was just a child, only ten years old, but life had been very tough on him, and his baggage was far from beautiful.It was ugly and sad."I'm fine," he said, not directly answering my question."You can rest your head on my lap," I offered. "I like it when you do that."I was certain that he was tired and sleepy, but he wouldn't say that to me. As he always insisted on saying, he didn't want to bother me."I don't want to bother you, Beatrice," came the expected phrase. "You're already doing so much for me.""You haven't
BeatriceAfter returning to London, now permanently, I would work from home, at least on some days, as agreed between Andrew and me.During the time I was constantly traveling for work, many things happened, and several of these changes were wonderful news for me. Among them, was the fact that Andrew now took Joel Smith's place as the director of the newspaper, as his father decided it was time to retire after so many years of work.I couldn't complain; Andrew was an amazing boss, and our relationship grew even stronger. The spark of romance that arose soon after we met gradually developed, and although I didn't love Andrew as I once loved Edward, our relationship is solid and peaceful.When I spoke to Andrew and told him about what was happening in Budapest and the surprising twist my life had taken, he supported me unconditionally, allowing me to mix on-site work with home office, in a way that was most convenient for me."Are you sure this is really what you want, Beatrice?" he ask
BeatriceSurprisingly, all the dishes I prepared for dinner seemed divine, and I was extremely pleased with the result of our culinary adventure. Timothy was also radiant, smiling happily, and satisfied with our teamwork."We make a great team, Beatrice!""Definitely!" I agreed as we set the table for dinner.The atmosphere had improved considerably since we decided to dedicate ourselves to preparing the meal. Before that, sadness hung in the air, which was completely understandable, considering it had only been a few days since Timothy lost his mother. I couldn't forget what had happened either. Although I spent little time with Yana, her loss was painful for me too. Memories of our last meeting and her desperate plea for me to take care of Timothy remaine
EdwardI looked around the sophisticated restaurant, filled with people chatting happily, all seeming to be enjoying themselves, pleased with each other's company. Except for me."And she dressed so poorly, mon cher," the woman in front of me continued with her endless monologue. "I can't even imagine where she buys all those horrible and démodé clothes."I reached for the almost-empty wine glass; I had already had a few that night and brought the crystal to my lips once again, thirsty.Only the wine could make me endure everything that came out of Louise's mouth since she sat across from me in that restaurant."Do you remember that roommate of yours in college?"
BeatriceI couldn't believe what I saw; my eyes would never deceive me. The man sitting at the restaurant table, to which I had just arrived with Timothy and Andrew, was undoubtedly Edward. The woman beside him was equally unmistakable, with her aristocratic posture and her always elevated nose, typical of the woman with whom Edward had had a relationship and who had never managed to overcome the end. The fact that they were having dinner together, so long after, spoke volumes about it.Apparently, Andrew didn't notice Edward's presence, but Timothy seemed quite attentive."Why did you suddenly become so sad, Beatrice?"I looked at the boy next to me, surprised by the precise question about what I was feeling. I felt a bit guilty for letting my feelings show on a night that should be a celebration."It was just a passing discomfort," I said, blatantly lying. The guilt increased a bit. "But I'm feeling better now, don't worry."Timothy looked at me attentively, probably trying to figur
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