EllaAs I stand in George's office, I reflect on the beginning of our marriage. I remember times when I used to bring in lunches for my husband due to his picky tastes. I've never been a genius in the kitchen, but I learned to cook for him. It's a valuable skill that I am still quite happy to have discovered. I remember dressing modestly and being kind to Mrs. Cates.Honestly, I wanted her to like me back then. But the more I came to the office, the more I watched the woman's demeanor change. She started out smiling at me, and as time went on, she became as distant and uncaring as the man in my life.I scoff to myself as I cross my arms in front of my chest. This woman is no longer someone I'm afraid of. I'm not a maid. I'm not just a housewife. I'm Ella Wickham.No. I'm Ella Reina. That's who I was before this marriage. And that's who I'll be once more."Wait a minute, Ma'am, there's no appointment in the books for you; you can't be here without one."I turn sideways t
EllaI open my eyes, wincing at the bright light shining into the room. It's been a long time since I've been in this place, and the luxurious room brings back memories.My mother, January Reina, sits down on the bed before I've really woken up, throwing her arms around me and bursting into tears. "Oh, my girl! My beautiful baby girl!"Memories of last night are slowly starting to return to me. As powerful and life-changing as my meeting with George was yesterday, my fever just got worse. Thankfully, I called my mom before I collapsed in the lobby of the building.She brought me back to my childhood home in New York. She put me to bed and gave me medicine. Now, I can tell my fever broke through the night. Mother sometimes really does know best."How are you feeling? Are you okay?" she coos, pulling away as she takes in the sight of me. She pushes strands of my brown hair behind my ears as though I'm a child once again. It doesn't feel wrong or bad to hear her speak like this. I'
EllaI arrive early at the courthouse on the day of our divorce proceedings. Dressed in a business suit, I am prepared to have an air of importance about myself. The time spent with my family has allowed me to feel better and look better. I have better posture and I'm more confident. Heads turn toward me as I walk down the street, my bold outfit and red fingernails attracting attention.As I sit waiting for our lawyers, I notice that the usually punctual George is running late.Fifteen minutes after the hour, George finally shows up looking disgruntled. I find it intriguing to see George out of his element and clearly frustrated. "Ella." He says it like there's punctuation in the air. "George." I return the energy, straightening my shoulders to appear taller and more in control. The truth is, I AM in control here. I'm the one who finally took the plunge. I'm the one who made my feelings, emotions, pain, all of it visible."George and Ella?" a voice calls into the lobby. We
George"Make sure she receives it, will you?" Those are the last words Ella utters to me as she hails a taxi. I watch her walk away, a new confidence in her I've never witnessed. How is she so different yet very much the woman I married? Her shiny brown hair cascades perfectly around her figure, and she moves purposefully. I reach out for her and try to open my mouth to speak her name. Where is she going? How is she going to manage without my money or influence?But that's the problem, isn't it? Clearly, those weren't nearly enough for Ella.My eyes open slowly to the dark apartment I now live in alone. As I wake, my expression and my body start to grow cold. It was but a dream, yet I'm still living the nightmare of being alone.I furrow my brow as I slowly sit up, aches stiffening my back as I do. Tension in the shoulders once again. It's been happening more frequently this past week, even though I've always struggled not to hold every piece of stress between my shoulders.
GeorgeMy office is quiet, the video having been silenced, leaving me to my thoughts about everything that has just happened in those few short minutes. I am in disbelief, trying to comprehend everything I have just heard and seen. The video has ended, but various links pop up to other articles about the staged crash, the views climbing as more and more people comment on it. Charlotte's fans are either viciously defending her or slamming her across social media platforms, made all the worse by the comments Charlotte has made in defense of Ella. I'd been surprised that despite everything and how poorly the two had gotten along that she still wanted to defend Ella's actions, going so far as to ask the judge to give her a lighter sentencing–though, I suppose now it makes more sense. It had all been an attempt to make herself look better in the public eye by forgiving and pitying the person who supposedly hurt her. It would've been a good publicity stunt if it hadn't blown up in h
GeorgeIt's been a week and I still haven't managed to get things to calm down. The news has been nothing but talk about Charlotte and how she shifted the blame onto Ella for the car accident. Actually, it's worse than that since the whole accident was staged. Everything about her is being brought into question from her career to her friends, and unfortunately my company is included in that latter portion. The media don't have the nerve to reveal my name, but the clues scattered across the internet have led people to believe at least one thing—that Charlotte's car accident was connected to my company. Due to the influence of public opinion, the company's stock has plummeted.The only one who isn't being torn apart by the media sharks is Ella. No, she's gone from being hated to being the media's darling basically overnight after that video. The people who onced mocked her for getting in the way of Charlotte's relationship were now sympathizing with and supporting Ella for what
GeorgeI don't want to be in a loud, obnoxious club that is uselessly pretentious but here I am in said club. In L'ambroisie, to be precise. For as upscale as it is, it's still a club with too loud music and people dancing just to look for a good time later in the evening. I honestly never saw the point of these places, but my sister dragged me here, insisting I was moping when I should be celebrating finally getting divorced. So, there I am in a booth, nursing a few fingers of bourbon in a useless bid to cater to Jessica. For as much as I love my sister, she can be... pretentious. I suppose the club fits her perfectly then. She never liked the fact that I had married Ella and made that point very clear whenever we were together. As soon as she heard I was divorced she begged to take me out to celebrate, and as much as I didn't want to go, I knew that the fallout with Charlotte and Ella's subsequent disappearance had consumed me. It's good for me to get away from the offic
EllaI keep walking forward without looking back, shaking my head in disgust. I absolutely cannot believe that finally, after all these years, I let my true feelings for Jessica emerge. She's incredibly shallow and irritating.And George showing up like that? I bite my tongue in frustration. We all get into the sports car together, the air thick with aggravation and exhaustion."Are you okay, Ella?" Jacob asks, turning his head partially to look at me. His earlier composure seems to be slowly unraveling. However, I don't believe this is because of George. I think it's because of me.I nod my head, unsure what words to use in this instance. "I'm fine.""I want to ask... were you scared? By your encounter with the two of them?"I raise an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"He shakes his head in response. "Because it was something of an ambush. With everything you've dealt with the past few months, it seems reasonable that you may be on edge."I appreciate the concern, but there's no