Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENMira I stood by the window, waiting. He would drive in soon. It was almost eight, his usual time. I silently prayed he’d be sober or exhausted. I walked back to the sofa and sat on the edge, nervous, my hands fidgeting. Then I heard it—the sound of the engine as he drove into the garage. I stood immediately, rooted in place until the loud banging on the door made me move. “Mira, Mira!” He shouted my name. That only meant one thing. He was drunk, again. I dragged my feet to the door. I didn’t open immediately because I was scared, but the banging came again, louder this time. I braced myself. When I opened the door, his eyes were bloodshot, his breathing ragged. I stood face to face with my nightmare... My eyes snapped open and I sat up. The night was chilling, but I was sweating from the dream. It had been so long since I dreamt of him. Francis—my toxic ex, my first relationship, the one that broke me. I was young, loved with my whole heart, and ended up shattered. Those memories
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIX Mira The sharp ringing of my phone woke me up. I rubbed my fingers across my eyes and blinked at who could be calling at such an hour. I glanced at the alarm clock on my bedside table—it was past three in the morning. I needed sleep. I had drunk a lot alone yesterday. The screen only displayed numbers, no name. I was skeptical about answering such a call, but I did anyway, just like yesterday. “Hello… Anyone?” My throat felt suddenly dry. I had an eerie feeling because I could clearly hear the rustling of things from the other end. The silence was deliberate. I kept my mouth shut. It was the only wise thing I could do. The other end went quiet, the rustling had stopped. I felt anxious and distraught. I sat up waiting, waiting for a sound, but it was too quiet. Then I heard a sharp breath before the line went dead. What just happened? I quickly checked and saw it was the same number that had called me the previous day. This wasn’t a client—business could wait. I suddenly felt appre
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIVE Mira He came with ill luck. I grunted, frustration bubbling as my design sketches fell apart again. Then there was Ken—of course it was him. He had come here to distract me. I was surprised to see him. He lingered by the door, careful, cautious—as if treading on eggshells. I kept my head bent, flipping through project notes, but from the corner of my eye I watched him. Superiority clung to him like cologne, that effortless composure he wore even when uncertain. He thought he could rattle me. Thought his little games might soften me. He was mistaken. My heart was steel, impenetrable. Whatever he took me for, I would not dance to his tune. I gathered the documents in front of me and headed to Clara’s office. She needed to sign them as Director of Operations. Clara was predictable; she would sign without question, as she always did. Sometimes I wondered if she even read my work or if she simply trusted my competence. Or maybe she lacked the skill to vet it. At her door, I stopped.
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Chapter: CHAPTER FOUR Ken She walked out with that same irritated look she always tried to hide, leaving me craving more of her scent. The magazine in my hand was only camouflage—a reason to linger until every employee left. I hadn’t noticed she was still around until then. Stressed, yet still radiating that smart-woman aura. Mira detested me in every conversation, and I couldn’t figure out why. I’d caught glimpses of the real her, but with me she was all calculation. The company’s reports didn’t lie. Since she joined, productivity had spiked. She was exceptional—a force behind Gigs’ rising success. But my presence here wasn’t as simple as I let on. Posing as an intern was just a façade Bernard and I agreed on. In truth, I’d come from Voughan Digital’s head office to train staff and evaluate employees. Most hadn’t impressed me. Some were bossy with the “new intern,” others unhelpful. If I were sentimental, I’d lump Mira in with them—but I knew better. What Bernard didn’t know was a more deeper truth
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Chapter: CHAPTER THREE Mira The worst had happened. The week hadn’t been pleasant for me — stressful days at work and little things triggering painful memories. I felt blue all through, but nothing could have been more devastating than hearing from the most trivial source that Henry had quietly wedded his fiancée. I couldn’t believe my ears when Kent, a bartender at one of the bars Henry and I often frequented, told me they had served drinks at his wedding two weeks ago. He even showed me photos from the event. The bastard’s smile was bright as the sun — a smile that reached his eyes and made his face slightly red. His hand was around his bride’s waist, the other holding a plate of cake. The bride was Vanessa. I couldn’t help but hate her. This man never loved me. That smile… that was love. Kent went on and on about how shocked he was that I wasn’t the bride, which made me flush with shame. He described how Henry and his bride seemed so in love, how the wedding was small but lavish. His words soon beca
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWO Mira Three months had slipped by in a blur. Today made it exactly three months since I last saw Henry’s face on my phone screen—three months without a single call from the bastard. I’d begun to heal from the heartbreak. It had taken a toll on me in more ways than I could count, nearly breaking me mentally. I stood in front of the mirror, staring hard at my reflection. I saw a woman who was smart at everything—except when it came to making the simple, better decision to walk away from a toxic relationship. I’d been blind to lies that had been staring me right in the face. Finally, I did something difficult: I moved out of the apartment Henry had gotten me. It was the only way to avoid the memories that might drag me back into depression. It hurt to leave—this was the place where most of my visions for the future had begun to take shape, and I’d loved it. Almost everything in it—appliances, furniture, household items—he’d bought for me. Henry had always claimed he wanted me comfor
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