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
BeatriceAfter Andrew left my office, I made an effort to get back to work, focusing on finishing some pending tasks. My goal was to prepare myself to take on my new role at the newspaper and I was eager for the exciting prospect of collaborating with journalists from around the world in pursuit of international news.However, at every moment, I was also seeking updates on the plane crash involving Bailey. I couldn't help but think about Abigail's devastating emotional state in the face of such uncertainty. I tried once again to contact her, sincerely wishing to be by my friend's side, but unfortunately, her phone seemed to be switched off.Each attempt to call was automatically redirected to voicemail, and the messages I sent were not delivered. My concern for my dear friend only grew. I had promised
BeatriceAs 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
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