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