EdwardA sense of total disbelief overcame me as I watched Beatrice simply leave the restaurant, giving me no explanation. She left me standing there alone, after the unfortunate way Louise questioned our relationship. Beatrice had never done anything like this before, and I could never have imagined that she would be capable of such an act.Despite feeling extremely irritated with her actions, I couldn't entirely say that she was wrong to do so. Louise had crossed all boundaries, questioning me in that way about something that was none of her business.“Why are you looking at me with that angry face, mon chéri?” Louise dares to ask me, pretending to be clueless.“Don't play dumb, Louise; it doesn't suit you. I must say I'm quite disappointed with your a
BeatriceInside Sebastian's car, I noticed he was looking directly at my face as if searching for something."What were you doing on the restaurant sidewalk?" he asked, showing both concern and joy. "Especially alone!""I was looking for a taxi," I replied without going into further details."Were you crying?" he asked, furrowing his brow.Upon hearing his question, I remembered that I had indeed let a few stubborn tears fall down my face, and that fact now left me quite embarrassed."I tripped and almost twisted my ankle, but I'm fine, don't worry," I blatantly lied. "I can't believe you're in London and didn't contact me, Sebastian."I quick
BeatriceI barely slept, and by the time the day dawned, I was already up, anxious for the time when I needed to be at the newspaper. Only then could I occupy my thoughts with something other than my husband, who is, in fact, my ex-husband, but not really.What a tremendous confusion I was making!And then there were Sebastian's words that wouldn't leave my mind for a single minute. Now everything made sense because since Edward completely changed his attitude towards me, I wondered what had led him to do that when he never tried to make our marriage work.I always fought alone, always loved alone.The truth is that Edward always left me alone in every way, and now he was trying to recover something for which he never cared. The reason could only be the one Sebastian so wisely pointed out.With those thoughts tormenting me every moment that morning, I drove to the newspaper on autopilot, not paying attention to anything. I didn't even know how I managed to get to my office and start a
EdwardI opened up my heart to Beatrice, at least about the feelings that had been consuming me since I realized the mistake I made in neglecting my marriage and allowing my wife to reach the point of asking for a divorce. But there were some things that Beatrice wouldn't want to know at all, and those were better kept secret, as nothing good would come from their revelation, and I fervently hoped that my wife wouldn't press me for answers to certain tricky questions. But it was clear from the look she gave me that her feelings were confused; she was puzzled, not understanding what was going on, besides the insecurity that was always present whenever we talked about us."I understand your suspicion, my love," I thought it best to say. "I can't expect you to believe me, to change everything again, but I hope we can come to an understanding."Beatrice withdrew from me, turning her back and trying to create as much distance as possible in that tiny room. This left me frustrated, as she c
BeatriceAfter bidding farewell to my cousin, I closed the door and leaned against it, lost in thoughts about what Sebastian had said regarding Edward sending him away, insinuating that it was motivated by jealousy. It seemed absurd, especially considering that our marriage had been based solely on a contract.Even now, I still struggled to believe Edward's declarations of love, after everything we had been through together and the way he had treated me during our time married.Absorbed in my thoughts and still leaning against the front door, I was surprised by the sound of the doorbell in the living room, which intrigued me, as Sebastian had barely left. I deduced it could only be him returning, so I stepped away from the door and opened it with a smile.“Edward?" I spoke
BeatriceI feel a warm, firm body next to me in bed, and even though I'm already awake, I keep my eyes closed, just to enjoy a little more of the intimacy of this good moment.“You've been so lazy lately," I hear Edward's amused voice, still husky from sleep. "It's already past eight o'clock, dear."That information catches me completely off guard, and I open my eyes immediately, truly startled by the lateness of the hour.“I can't believe it!” I say hurriedly, trying to get up.Edward, however, holds my hands and stops the movement, keeping me captive in his warm embrace, close to his soft and wonderfully cozy body.“We still have some time," he says, and I feel h
AndrewAfter spending several weeks away from London, I was eager to return to familiar things, especially to be close to Beatrice. So, I decided to take some time for myself and spend a few days at home.To be honest with myself, the main reason for this decision was the fact that I could no longer talk to Beatrice the way we used to when I left London. I felt like she was distancing herself from me more each day, which deeply worried me. I decided to act before this distance became irreparable.I didn't even bother to pack; I just came with the clothes I was wearing. It never crossed my mind that the reason for her sudden absence could be a reconciliation with her ex-husband. When I called and she didn't answer or took a long time to reply to my messages, I assumed she was working hard to get the long-awaited promotion at the newspaper, and I greatly admired her effort. However, I was mistaken. That morning, I had arrived at work by taxi, and as I got out of the vehicle, I came acr
BeatriceI had been feeling terrible since the conversation with Andrew in the morning, and nothing managed to distract me from the guilt that haunted me all day. I ran my hands through my hair and then brought them to my face, hiding it from myself, as I was alone in the small room."What am I doing with my life?" I murmured to the walls. "How can I be so... foolish!"I was angry with myself for always letting Edward influence me. Even though I still loved him, I shouldn't let myself be convinced so easily.I couldn't stand staying in that room tormenting myself anymore and decided that taking advantage of the fact that there was only half an hour left until the end of the workday, I would leave immediately.With the decision made, I jumped out of the chair, my irritation reaching its peak. After grabbing my bag, I hurriedly left the room. I wouldn't wait for Edward to come pick me up. I wouldn't allow him to provoke more tension, in case Andrew also met us at the newspaper's exit.I