EdwardLunch with Beatrice didn't unfold exactly as I expected. I lamented how she was distancing herself more and more from me, without me being able to win her heart.The dinner from the night before wasn't a complete failure, but it also didn't go as planned. After leaving her house extremely irritated with my wife's refusal to talk, I managed to calm my mind and reconsider my inflexible position.I reflected calmly on how I could approach Beatrice again, preferably without giving her the chance to pull away, as she usually did. I remembered that the interview had not yet taken place. For this reason, that morning, I went to the newspaper to speak personally with Joel Smith.Although I had some relative success, as I managed to get Beatrice to agree to have lunch with me as planned, I made no further progress beyond that. I left the restaurant with another rejection from her.However, I could not accept what she insisted on repeating. I am sure it is not "too late" for us, and I wi
BeatriceI sighed resignedly, something I had been doing quite frequently in the past few days, and continued typing the article for the newspaper, featuring the exclusive interview with my ex-husband. It seemed like a tasteless joke, but it was my reality, and I needed to pretend that everything was fine and move on with my life, even though I felt that nothing was really as I would have liked.I was trying to live without Edward, to overcome the deep love I had always felt for him, but it became very difficult when the universe seemed to conspire against me, and even my boss assigned me a task like the one I had carried out that day.Optimistically, I believe that was the last time I had to be with Edward. I had made it clear that it was too late to try again when there was no turning back.
BeatriceEdward didn't know about my move, so I had to call and inform him about it. At the agreed time, Edward showed up at my house, and together we headed towards Kent. Contrary to his previous promises, he avoided answering my questions, changing the subject and even making some jokes to distract me.I expected this behavior from him since I knew him well enough to understand that he wasn't prone to confessions and conversations about himself. Therefore, I decided to simply enjoy the ride, appreciating the scenery and responding to occasional comments about our childhood and adolescence together.I had imagined that our arrival would cause some kind of stir among the people present, but I was completely wrong. Everyone acted as if they were unaware of our separation. Although I didn't appreciate being the subject of com
EdwardI wasn't aware of Beatrice's move, and when I came to pick her up at her new home, she was already waiting for me outside, without even inviting me in. A discomfort hung in the air as if there was an invisible barrier between us.On the way back from Kent, before I could open the car door for my wife, she was already getting out hastily. I noticed her hurry and commented:"You seem in a rush."I followed her towards the door of her house, trying to understand what was happening. Beatrice looked at me with a displeased expression that deeply bothered me. As she took out the keys from her purse, she said with some coldness:"There's no reason to prolong our conversation, Edward."
BeatriceThe morning after we visited Kent, I was already getting ready to head to the newspaper, as usual. But suddenly, the doorbell rang, making me jump. Who could be at my door so early? I opened the door, and there he was, Edward, with a charming smile on his lips.“Edward, what are you doing here so early?” I asked, my voice a mixture of surprise and confusion.He looked at me in a way I used to know so well but never felt the same during our marriage, and explained:“I thought of taking you to work today, Beatrice.”Edward wanted to take me to work. It was something I never expected from him, considering how things used to be between us. A wave of emotion and confusion spread through me. The attention h
BeatriceMy life was taking unexpected turns, and work was no exception. Mr. Joel Smith, who had promised me the interview with Edward, had not fulfilled his part of the agreement. I was still stuck in my position as a gossip columnist for the newspaper. The disappointment in this situation was starting to affect me.I was surprised again when my boss called me into his office. He assigned me a task that I initially rejected with determination.“I believe you understand that you work for my newspaper and, for that reason, need to fulfill the requests that are part of your responsibilities, Beatrice” Mr. Smith said, using his authority to press me.His authoritarian stance didn't please me, but I knew that as an employee of the newspaper, it was my duty to meet the de
BeatriceI wished I could say no, that he had the opportunity and lost it, but I couldn't utter the words. There was a lump in my throat, my heart beating fast, and I felt a tremendous chill in my stomach, making me both apprehensive and expectant at the same time.Edward seems to have noticed that words failed me because he takes my lips by storm, kissing me with intensity, leaving me completely at the mercy of the sensations that were being awakened in my body.“Edward…” His name came out of my lips in an incomprehensible lament.I felt his hands move up to my neck, caressing that sensitive area, and then reach my nape, holding me firmly. His fingers touched my scalp, sending shivers throughout my body.“I
BeatriceI looked around my room, still stunned by everything that had happened in the last few hours. Reflecting on the speed of the changes that unfolded.However, I chose not to analyze anything at that moment. I was overcome with a happiness I hadn't experienced in a long time, and that feeling was what mattered. After all, Edward was my husband, we were legally married, and there was nothing wrong with what we were doing.With excitement coursing through my body, I finally got out of bed and went in search of something to wear for our dinner. I knew Edward would return to the room soon, and some intuition told me that he was telling the truth when he said that if I stayed lying down, we wouldn't leave the house that day.Unlike the last time we shared dinner, Edward took me to one of his favorite restaurants, an extremely luxurious place frequented only by London's highest elite. When we entered the restaurant, I noticed discreet glances turned in our direction. However, it didn'
BeatriceLittle Avery came into the world a few months later, full of health and energy, captivating everyone with her charming smile and sweet temperament. Edward, who had already proven to be a responsible and present father to Timothy, repeated the same loving commitment to Avery. He continued to be the man I always wished for by my side, and his dedication only confirmed that the disappointments of the past were definitively overcome.Our routine was cozy, and seeing our children grow up happy and content filled my heart with joy and fulfillment. Through ups and downs, we remained united, building a lovely and happy family.Two Years LaterBeatriceAfter more than six years of official marriage, Edward decided to sur
AndrewAccepting the invitation to dinner at Beatrice and Edward's house was a sudden decision. I felt hesitant, but at the same time, intrigued by the opportunity to rekindle the friendship that had been shaken by emotional issues.Talking extensively with Beatrice in the preceding days brought much-needed clarity. I realized that the weight of trying to win the love of a woman still in love with her ex-husband was a mistake. The friendship with Beatrice, after all, was much more valuable than any unrequited romantic desire.Upon arriving at Beatrice and Maddock's house, I noticed the presence of Abigail, Edward's sister. An inexplicable nervousness seized me, arousing my curiosity. We exchanged glances, and a subtle tension hung between us, something I admit I did not overlook.
BeatriceWe conversed animatedly during dinner, reminiscing about stories and sharing laughter. I looked at my husband, that beautiful man now entirely dedicated to my needs, reflecting on how much our lives had changed since the day I left that house, determined to forget a year of rejection I lived with Edward and pretend that I no longer loved him when in reality, my love for him only grew each day."While Timothy is almost a young man, Archie is just a baby, and Beatrice is pregnant, soon she'll also have her baby in her arms," Sebastian commented suggestively, looking at Elizabeth, and we all eagerly awaited to hear what he would say next, with smiles of anticipation on our faces. "I also want to have a baby, my love."He didn't disappoint us. We all found what he said very funny, and Elizabeth tu
BeatriceToday I woke up with uncontained joy in my heart. As I got ready for work, I found myself smiling at the mirror, my hands gently caressing the slight swell of my belly. I was radiant, feeling a deep connection with the little being growing inside me.Upon arriving at the office, I was greeted with warm wishes from colleagues and friends. Everyone noticed my good mood, and I couldn't help but share the news of my pregnancy with them. Each smile and congratulations made my day even more special.I was heading back to my office after a meeting when I nearly bumped into Andrew. I hadn't seen him in weeks. The way he had exited my life had left me hurt and confused. However, upon seeing him again, I felt a strange calm in his presence."Hello, Beatrice,
BeatriceDespite everything that had happened between us, my heart insisted that I should trust Edward. I decided to trust him in the same way he trusted me. And so, with the security of his love and confidence in his loyalty, I shared about my pregnancy. His happiness was so evident that there was no room to doubt his feelings."We should tell Timothy," Edward said with remarkable enthusiasm."I'll pick him up from school with you," I said, equally excited. "And together, we can share this news with him."Edward agreed immediately, shutting down his computer and grabbing his work folder. We walked together toward the door. Passing by Edward's secretary, I briefly recounted what had happened when I arrived at his office that afternoon."Who are you calling?" I asked, surprised to see him dialing a number on his phone.Edward just waved his hand, asking me for a moment, but he hugged me, keeping me close to his body while making the mysterious call."Mrs. Steve? Yes, it's me," Edward s
EdwardDespite Beatrice choosing a safe distance between us, the fact that we were willing to clarify everything left me satisfied."I haven't spoken to or seen Louise for months, Beatrice, since that night at the restaurant when we reunited, and she acted rudely and disrespectfully toward you. Something I could never forgive."Beatrice seemed about to interrupt me, opening and closing her mouth several times but managed to stay silent, so I continued with my explanation."Today, Louise showed up at my company unannounced, and I received her as I would with any acquaintance because that's exactly what she is to me now," I made a point to emphasize that. "She was seeking strong sponsorship for her modeling career, and apparently, her finances aren't doing well. She thought appealing to me and our history would be a good idea.""And it seems like it worked," Beatrice interrupted with visible irritation. "You were about to kiss each other."I took a deep breath and struggled to keep calm
BeatriceTo my complete horror, Edward wasn't alone in the room, and the scene before me was, in fact, highly compromising. I was speechless, as I didn't expect to find Louise Orleans in my husband's office."What's going on here, Edward!?"Edward and Louise were standing face to face, with her hands clasping my husband's neck, and he was holding her hands with his own. I was bewildered. What exactly was happening there? Were they about to kiss? The scene denoted an unacceptable level of intimacy."It's not what you're thinking, Beatrice," Edward quickly distanced himself from Louise, removing her hands from around his neck. "Louise was just leaving, right, Louise?"Edward looked at Louise quite eloquently, sugg
EdwardI left home that morning with a wonderful sense of peace and well-being after a family breakfast. Timothy was also radiant."Tell me more about your mother, Timothy. I want to get to know the woman who raised you so wonderfully well. Never forget how special you are to us, Beatrice and me."During the drive to school, Timothy shared emotionally charged details about his mother and life in Kyiv before the war reached the city.When I parked the car in front of the school, Timothy's words deeply surprised me."And I'll be very happy if our family grows, and I get a little brother like Archie."Beatrice and I had never discussed children before; after all, our ma
BeatriceTimothy was ecstatic about the idea of moving to Edward's mansion, which only strengthened my confidence in the decision. Edward invited us to visit the house the next day, keeping the reason for the visit a secret, which made me anxious.When we arrived at Edward's house the next morning, I didn't see anything out of the ordinary that could catch my attention or be the surprise he intended to show us. However, when he led Timothy and me to the first floor of the house, we finally discovered what he had planned."Wow!" Timothy exclaimed, covering his mouth with his hand, his eyes shining with admiration."How beautiful!" I said, equally enchanted.Once again, Edward managed to touch my heart, breaking down the barriers I had