~The Next Morning~ As Theo advised, Aurora headed to Arthur’s room still in the clothes she wore the previous night. Theo already told her the suit he planted the wiretap already. Getting to his room, she opened the door and walked in to find him dressing up. TtyHe turned to look at who it was, and when he saw it was her, he heaved a sigh and looked away. “Good morning.” Aurora greeted with a faint smile, but Arthur ignored her. He kept buttoning up his shirt in front of the mirror. Aurora moved close to him, fiddling her fingers. “About yesterday…” “We don’t have to talk about it. I need to get to work.” He muttered, still not looking at her. “We do need to talk about it.” She moved closer and stood in front of him. “I’m sorry, Arthur.” She uttered in a low and remorseful manner, causing him to finally look at her. “What exactly are you sorry for? That you came home late and drunk? That you left me worried sick about you? Or that you started saying things you shouldn’t say?”
Getting to the office, Arthur met Anita waiting for him in front of his office. She wore a white shirt that exposed her cleavages and a very short skirt that hardly covered her thighs as she sat. ‘Who even let her up?’ He thought in disbelief as he walked to his office. “Arthur! You’re here.” Anita uttered with excitement as soon as she saw him. She sprang to her feet and ran cutely towards him, but he wasn’t having it. He moved away from where he stood and headed into his office. “Go away.” He muttered, but this wasn’t going to stop Anita. After grabbing her bag, she headed into his office too, still grinning widely. She stood in front of his desk and looked around his office. “I knew you always had good taste. Even though your apartment wasn’t the biggest back then, you knew how to take care of it the little way you could.” She uttered, while Arthur kept ignoring her. He removed his suit and hung it on his chair before proceeding to sit. “Blue? I thought your favorite colors
On Arthur’s way home, he kept recalling what the therapist had told him to do. He had to forgive Anita and move on, and this wasn’t going to be so easy. He had to train himself not to be so mad at her when she appeared. ‘But how will I do this? Setting my eyes on her makes me hate her every single time!’ Arthur yelled in his head, hitting the steering in anger. He let out a deep sigh as he tried to calm himself down. “You can’t keep using Aurora, Mr Arthur. It isn't good to distract yourself with a romantic relationship or it won’t end well, we’ll have to start from the very beginning because, in the end, one of you will get hurt. “You need to be sure she isn’t just a distraction, and if she is, you should try to take things slow.” The words of Mr Richard came to him again. He began to think of ways to take things slow, but it was all cloudy. ‘She doesn’t want to be a girlfriend for a long time. She wants me to marry her, but how can I do this when I’m asked to take things slow
Theo walked into Aurora’s room after getting permission from her to enter. He met two big boxes on her bed, all filled up with her clothes. “What are you doing?” He furrowed his brows, moving closer to her. “I’m leaving.” She muttered. Her eyes were swollen from how much she’d cried. “Leaving? What are you talking about?” “Arthur doesn’t love me. I see no reason why I should still be here.” She responded, locking the boxes. “What? Why are you saying this? What happened? What did you hear?” Theo bombarded her with questions, still feeling very confused. “I heard everything. I’m just nothing but a distraction. He also told me he wouldn’t be able to reciprocate the feelings I have for him. There’s no use of me being here.” She pulled the bags with her and headed out of the room, leaving Theo speechless. “But… but wait… what about the kids?” He asked, causing her to take a halt. “What will you tell them?” He further inquired, and she looked at him from above her shoulder. “That I
The next day, Arthur went to his office feeling so much better. He felt relieved that Aurora now knew how he truly felt, and he didn’t have to deceive himself, pretending to reciprocate her feelings. She was right, he had to work on himself, and that was exactly what he was going to do. Work on himself, and get rid of Anita totally from his life, then he could heal, forgive, and then fall in love. This seemed like so many ladders for Arthur to climb, and the thought of it wore him out. ‘All these because of that manipulative woman.’ Getting to his office, he met Anita sitting in front of his office again. ‘Is she this jobless?’ He wondered, staring at her from afar. She wore a short pink dress, her flowy long hair dropped down her shoulders, and her canvas shoes were white. In her bag was a bag which she placed on her legs as she waited. Arthur let out a sigh and walked to his office door, alerting Anita. She sprang to her feet immediately after she saw him, holding onto the bag
Derick’s phone began to ring, disrupting his sleep. He groaned softly as he reached for his phone on the bedside table. “Hmm.” He moaned, answering without opening his eyes to see who it was. “Mr. Derick?!” The ear-splitting voice of the event planner he has hired hits his eardrums hard, causing him to flinch. “Maria?” His eyes opened wide as her voice made his slumber disappear in seconds. “Yes, it’s me. We have finished the preparations. I sent you a picture already. Can you please get back to me on what else you’d love to add?” She explained to him. “Oh… yes. Of course, I’ll check it out now. Thank you.” He answered, and the very next minute, she hung up. He let out a sigh and proceeded to check the pictures she had sent. In the picture was the restaurant where Derick saw Carter for the very first time. He had booked this restaurant for a week, so it wasn’t open to anyone because of the things he was trying to put in place before the day of the proposal, which happened to be
‼️NOTE‼️DOMESTIC VIOLENCE/ASSAULT Please skip if sensitive Arthur finished his work at around 8:30 p.m. and started preparing to go home. As he cleared his table, his eyes fell on the empty bowl on his desk. He couldn’t believe he actually finished the biscuits Anita made for him. ‘But that doesn’t mean anything. I was hungry and had to eat something.’ He thought, picking up the bowl and throwing it into the trash can. On his way out of the office, he finally took a look at his phone after a long day and saw several missed calls from Derick. Also, there were missed calls from the recent phone number Anita used to reach out to him. “What the hell. Why are there so many missed calls from Derick?” He mumbled in surprise. Hopping into his car, he clicked on Derick’s phone number and put his phone on speaker. Gunning his engine, he made his way out of the parking lot, waiting for Derick to pick up. Derick finally answered the phone after he recalled his phone number about three t
It was just three days after Aurora moved into her new apartment but it seemed like forever. Her day passed slowly and lifelessly. She was always indoors, reading books, cooking, or sometimes, thinking about the boys or even about Arthur. The romantic date they had together, their first night together, she couldn’t help but recall these, and this kept her boring day filled with activities. She grew tired of all these so fast and couldn’t wait to start doing something. Either a white-collar job or a menial job. She just wanted to keep herself busy so badly. “Ding!” The timer of her microwave oven went off in the kitchen, diverting her attention from the book she was reading. ‘My cake is ready!’ She thought excitedly, running to the kitchen. She could perceive the delightful aroma right from the door of the kitchen. “Hopefully, it’s going to taste as good as it smells.” She muttered, wearing her oven mitt before opening the oven and pulling out her tray of cupcakes. Though Aurora