Aria's voice broke the silence, her attempt at humor returning. "So, you and Timothy, huh? Did you ever think it would be like this?" I shook my head, a bitter laugh escaping me. "Not in a million years. It still doesn’t feel real." Aria grinned, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "He’s a good k
“Your mother?" Timothy whispered, and he whipped his head around and looked at her, as if to confirm for himself. I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. "I never thought I’d even see her again…" Anger simmered beneath the surface, a mix of betrayal and confusion. Timothy placed a hand on my should
The city sprawled beneath us as Timothy's car glided through the streets. The familiar city lights blurred into a hazy glow, almost dizzying to look at. The drive back to our apartments was filled with a heavy silence. The disastrous dinner replayed in my mind like a haunting melody, and I couldn’
Timothy emerged, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his expression shifting from confusion to hurt as he spotted me near the exit. "Hey, where are you running off to?" he asked, his voice raspy. My mind raced for an excuse, and I settled on a half-truth. "I have a ton of work to cover at the office.
Lunch break at the office provided a brief respite from the demands of the day. As I sat in my office, a mixture of nerves and determination fueled my decision to make a call that had been long overdue. I took a deep breath, pulled out my phone, and dialed my mother's number. The phone rang for wh
When I stepped outside my apartment door the next morning, my mind was already racing. I was ready to dive into another day of legal battles and courtroom skirmishes. However, my plans were abruptly interrupted by an unexpected sight—a suitcase, sitting inconspicuously by my doorway. I narrowed my
He raised an eyebrow. "Evie, you're practically married to your job. Those workers will still know how to do their job, even with you gone." I rolled my eyes, half annoyed, half entertained by his easygoing demeanor. "Fine, fine. But this better not become a recurring theme. I have a firm to run,
Timothy strolled towards the sports center, his mind was consumed with thoughts on Evie’s upcoming birthday. It wasn't just any ordinary day, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that she might have overlooked the significance of the date. The idea that someone could brush off their own birthday