I turned a deaf ear to his tender call and retreated to the spare bedroom.I had barely settled into bed when the mattress beside me dipped, and Marvin edged closer with caution. "Back so soon and straight to bed? Are you feeling okay? Maybe we should get you checked out at the hospital?" I did not answer, but he kept steadied on, relentlessly. "Tracy, I slaved away in the kitchen all day, whipping up all your favorite meals. It's not every day we get this chance, so come on, let's enjoy a meal together."He showed me his hand, marked with blisters. "I even burned myself for you, so come on, cut me some slack. You weren't always this distant." Annoyed, I shifted away from his touch, "I'm not hungry. I just want to sleep." However, he persisted, scooting closer once more. "I'll sleep with you, and we can have a bite before bed." I dodged him again, but cornered myself. His patience snapped, and he sat up, his voice a low, angry rumble. "Tracy, don't be ridiculous!" I sto
With my belongings in tow, I booked a room at the hotel farthest from what I used to call home. Marvin bombarded me with calls and messages, more today than ever before. I did not respond to a single one.Dragging my weary body toward the hotel, the world suddenly spun, and I tumbled to the pavement.When my eyes fluttered open again, I found myself serenely resting in a hospital ward.Stepping out after the last drip of my IV, I caught sight of someone I had not expected — my foster mother.She was the one who raised me after my parents' tragic accident when I was just a child.Since finding my footing in my career, I had been sending her money every month, and she had been living a quiet life back home."Mom, what are you doing here? Are you sick?"She glanced at me, her eyes brimming with emotion, unable to speak. She shook her head, tears spilling over before she could find her words."No... I'm not."Before we could exchange another word, a furious voice bellowed from t
"I'm sorry, I've been neglecting you lately. Let's go home, okay? Let's go home and bring this baby into the world. I promise I'll take good care of both of you!"He was already pulling me off the gurney as he spoke, "Tracy, I've got a really important meeting soon, but I'll drop you off at home and come back to be with you later."I laughed, a bitter sound, as I pushed him away. "We're getting a divorce, it's already settled. You don't get a say in this anymore."Marvin massaged his forehead, trying to keep his voice even and calm."Divorce is our business, and we should deal with it at home. Even if you take me to court, I won't agree to it. Tell me what's wrong, and I'll fix it," he pleaded.The nurse, losing her patience, snapped, "Are you going to proceed with the surgery or not?"Marvin bellowed, "Forget it!"He scooped me up and stormed out, not pausing for a second.It was not until we were nearly in the car that he finally slowed down.However, then, just as he had fe
Marvin stepped up, helping my foster mom to her feet with a solemn vow, "Mom, don't worry. I'll take care of dad's situation myself, and Tracy and I? We're not heading for divorce."His smug look made my stomach turn.It was like he had a million ways to keep me trapped, like I was fated to be under his grip forever.Once my foster mom calmed down, he sauntered over to me."So, do you want me to stick around here, or are we heading home?"I dropped my gaze. "Marvin, the divorce is happening, no matter what. And this baby? I'm not bringing it into the world."He gave a half-smile, looking out the window, "With the peanuts you're making, you can't even pay for your dad's surgery, let alone afford an abortion."A laugh escaped me, bitter and unexpected.No wonder he was so convinced I would never leave him. No matter what, he thought I would always need him.He was the one who made broken promises to me once, and now he was the one dragging me down into the depths.I came back t
Right before the gift hit the bottom of the trash bin, Marvin Smith came at me with boiling anger. His hands clenched as he stood an inch from my face, his eyes wide with rage."Tracy, someone gave you a gift out of kindness, and you tossed it without a second thought? Where's your sense of decency?" he snapped."If you're too high and mighty for this place, then pack up and leave. Stop being a thorn in everyone's side!"I suppressed a chuckle as I stared back at the man before me, his eyes red with fury.Everything about Marvin was a joke.I let out a weary sigh and met his gaze. "If someone cared about their image, they wouldn't pull stunts like these for all to see. Plus, a decent person wouldn't get caught in such an act with other women."The onlooking colleagues, who had been enjoying the show, looked at each other in disbelief. Ever since I started working here, I never said no to Marvin. No matter how absurd his demands were, I would always carry them out to perfection.
Marvin looked straight ahead, acting as if I did not exist.I had told him time and again that no matter what happened, he should not bring people home — especially not other women.I called him out by name, Wendy's in particular.He just thought I was making a fuss over nothing, giving me an impatient look. "Isn't it normal to have guests over? You really need to get over your jealousy."He yanked our custom couple's frame from its spot by the door and chucked it into the trash without a second thought."Now that we're secretly married, are you acting out just so everyone knows we're hitched?"...I averted my gaze, refusing to look at the pair by the bedroom door.I had lost count of how many times Wendy came into our home.Wendy scurried over to me, her face a picture of feigned bewilderment as she clutched at my sleeve."Tracy, I'm always respectful to you, at work and in life. Why are you making my life difficult?"She played the innocent card, but anyone with half a br
He was right — I never should have cared in the first place. There was nothing left to care about even then.I cut ties with every company chat group without a second thought.As the sky began to lighten, I made my way home but ran into Marvin at the elevator. He glanced at me like I was nothing, scorned, and quickly looked away."Spent the night here mulling things over? Come to any realizations?"I hit the elevator button, my voice dripping with indifference. "Yeah, I've had an epiphany. I'm done."Marvin whipped around to face me, arms folded, taking in my ragged state from head to toe."You never wanted to be my right hand from the get-go. Guess what? That other company you're eyeing? They wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole now. Last warning — think before you let anything else slip."He was not wrong.Back when I was fresh on the job scene, I had options. However, Marvin, in the early days of his venture, was alone and scared out of his wits.He pleaded with me to jo
I did not get back from the hospital until dawn broke. Marvin took his sweet time getting home."I just need to grab something. I'm heading out for breakfast. Are you coming?"He spoke with the same softness in his voice as he always did, casually loosening his tie as he approached me."Remember that breakfast spot we loved back in our school days? It's moved right downstairs. You used to be such a fan."I let my eyes drift shut. "I was just a kid then. I've outgrown it."I used to have a sensitive stomach, and so Marvin became my steadfast breakfast buddy.I did not want to take up his time, so I claimed I preferred whatever was closest.However, the truth was, it was not the food I cared for, it was Marvin, who always showed concern for my well-being and joined me for those early meals.Then, it was like he never remembered those moments and lost the memories somewhere along the way.Ever since he entered the corporate world, I threw myself into work, doing whatever it took
Marvin stepped up, helping my foster mom to her feet with a solemn vow, "Mom, don't worry. I'll take care of dad's situation myself, and Tracy and I? We're not heading for divorce."His smug look made my stomach turn.It was like he had a million ways to keep me trapped, like I was fated to be under his grip forever.Once my foster mom calmed down, he sauntered over to me."So, do you want me to stick around here, or are we heading home?"I dropped my gaze. "Marvin, the divorce is happening, no matter what. And this baby? I'm not bringing it into the world."He gave a half-smile, looking out the window, "With the peanuts you're making, you can't even pay for your dad's surgery, let alone afford an abortion."A laugh escaped me, bitter and unexpected.No wonder he was so convinced I would never leave him. No matter what, he thought I would always need him.He was the one who made broken promises to me once, and now he was the one dragging me down into the depths.I came back t
"I'm sorry, I've been neglecting you lately. Let's go home, okay? Let's go home and bring this baby into the world. I promise I'll take good care of both of you!"He was already pulling me off the gurney as he spoke, "Tracy, I've got a really important meeting soon, but I'll drop you off at home and come back to be with you later."I laughed, a bitter sound, as I pushed him away. "We're getting a divorce, it's already settled. You don't get a say in this anymore."Marvin massaged his forehead, trying to keep his voice even and calm."Divorce is our business, and we should deal with it at home. Even if you take me to court, I won't agree to it. Tell me what's wrong, and I'll fix it," he pleaded.The nurse, losing her patience, snapped, "Are you going to proceed with the surgery or not?"Marvin bellowed, "Forget it!"He scooped me up and stormed out, not pausing for a second.It was not until we were nearly in the car that he finally slowed down.However, then, just as he had fe
With my belongings in tow, I booked a room at the hotel farthest from what I used to call home. Marvin bombarded me with calls and messages, more today than ever before. I did not respond to a single one.Dragging my weary body toward the hotel, the world suddenly spun, and I tumbled to the pavement.When my eyes fluttered open again, I found myself serenely resting in a hospital ward.Stepping out after the last drip of my IV, I caught sight of someone I had not expected — my foster mother.She was the one who raised me after my parents' tragic accident when I was just a child.Since finding my footing in my career, I had been sending her money every month, and she had been living a quiet life back home."Mom, what are you doing here? Are you sick?"She glanced at me, her eyes brimming with emotion, unable to speak. She shook her head, tears spilling over before she could find her words."No... I'm not."Before we could exchange another word, a furious voice bellowed from t
I turned a deaf ear to his tender call and retreated to the spare bedroom.I had barely settled into bed when the mattress beside me dipped, and Marvin edged closer with caution. "Back so soon and straight to bed? Are you feeling okay? Maybe we should get you checked out at the hospital?" I did not answer, but he kept steadied on, relentlessly. "Tracy, I slaved away in the kitchen all day, whipping up all your favorite meals. It's not every day we get this chance, so come on, let's enjoy a meal together."He showed me his hand, marked with blisters. "I even burned myself for you, so come on, cut me some slack. You weren't always this distant." Annoyed, I shifted away from his touch, "I'm not hungry. I just want to sleep." However, he persisted, scooting closer once more. "I'll sleep with you, and we can have a bite before bed." I dodged him again, but cornered myself. His patience snapped, and he sat up, his voice a low, angry rumble. "Tracy, don't be ridiculous!" I sto
Time and again, he left me in the dust for someone else, never seeing me. I have been aching to break free. However, the good times, like a stack of golden tickets, kept me hoping he would turn back into the man I once knew. I was all worn out now. I could not keep waiting.Clutching the arm of the man in front of me, my grip so fierce that blood trickled down to my fingertips, Marvin finally frowned and released me. I stared at him and said, clear as day, "Marvin, I've got my priorities straight, I want a divorce. It's time we both let each other go."Marvin's eyes frantically shifted as he yanked me into the spare room. His hands clamped down on my shoulders, his whole body quivering with rage, yet he fought to keep his composure."Tracy, I know you've been put through the wringer, and I haven't made it right yet. I've been swamped, but I promise, when things settle down, I'll make it up to you, just like old times."Why would you even think of divorce?"Try to see it from m
Struggling to sit up, I shook my head, a sharp pain in my belly making it impossible to get a word out.My coworker, standing off to the side with hands on hips, glared at me. "Look at you, getting caught red-handed in someone else's house. We might as well have walked in on you cheating. Got any excuses?"You're nothing but a shameless flirt, always trying to worm your way to the top. Makes sense that you were aiming for the supervisor's bed all along."If you're not the mistress, then what's your excuse for being at Mr. Smith's place, sneaking around like a thief?"...The room was filled with relentless jeers. Wendy kept wiping away tears that were not there, her voice breaking."Tracy, I get it, you're ambitious, and that's fine. Everyone screws up. Just say you're sorry, and I'll let it go."Just don't let it happen again, alright? It's not a good look."You're lucky you ran into someone as forgiving as me. Anyone else might have made you pay with your life..."I tried to
I did not get back from the hospital until dawn broke. Marvin took his sweet time getting home."I just need to grab something. I'm heading out for breakfast. Are you coming?"He spoke with the same softness in his voice as he always did, casually loosening his tie as he approached me."Remember that breakfast spot we loved back in our school days? It's moved right downstairs. You used to be such a fan."I let my eyes drift shut. "I was just a kid then. I've outgrown it."I used to have a sensitive stomach, and so Marvin became my steadfast breakfast buddy.I did not want to take up his time, so I claimed I preferred whatever was closest.However, the truth was, it was not the food I cared for, it was Marvin, who always showed concern for my well-being and joined me for those early meals.Then, it was like he never remembered those moments and lost the memories somewhere along the way.Ever since he entered the corporate world, I threw myself into work, doing whatever it took
He was right — I never should have cared in the first place. There was nothing left to care about even then.I cut ties with every company chat group without a second thought.As the sky began to lighten, I made my way home but ran into Marvin at the elevator. He glanced at me like I was nothing, scorned, and quickly looked away."Spent the night here mulling things over? Come to any realizations?"I hit the elevator button, my voice dripping with indifference. "Yeah, I've had an epiphany. I'm done."Marvin whipped around to face me, arms folded, taking in my ragged state from head to toe."You never wanted to be my right hand from the get-go. Guess what? That other company you're eyeing? They wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole now. Last warning — think before you let anything else slip."He was not wrong.Back when I was fresh on the job scene, I had options. However, Marvin, in the early days of his venture, was alone and scared out of his wits.He pleaded with me to jo
Marvin looked straight ahead, acting as if I did not exist.I had told him time and again that no matter what happened, he should not bring people home — especially not other women.I called him out by name, Wendy's in particular.He just thought I was making a fuss over nothing, giving me an impatient look. "Isn't it normal to have guests over? You really need to get over your jealousy."He yanked our custom couple's frame from its spot by the door and chucked it into the trash without a second thought."Now that we're secretly married, are you acting out just so everyone knows we're hitched?"...I averted my gaze, refusing to look at the pair by the bedroom door.I had lost count of how many times Wendy came into our home.Wendy scurried over to me, her face a picture of feigned bewilderment as she clutched at my sleeve."Tracy, I'm always respectful to you, at work and in life. Why are you making my life difficult?"She played the innocent card, but anyone with half a br