Elara swallowed the lump in her throat just because she could not take it anymore; it felt like someone had taken time out of their busy day to tie up her throat, and it felt itchy. She cleared her throat and straightened her back as she walked through the restaurant.
She looked to one table in the corner; her boyfriend Micah's back was to her, and she took a deep breath, clutching tightly to the handle of her purse. As she approached the table, she wished that this was different. When she first caught on that he was cheating, she did not believe it one bit because there was no way that her boyfriend, who swore to love her even though he was too closed off to show it to her, was showing another girl with flowers and chocolates and dinner dates; she could believe that the same man she had been with all these years was cheating on her. But when her sister called to tell her that she was getting out and that everyone knew that he was getting married to Zara, she knew that she did not stand a chance anymore. "What the hell are you doing?" was all that jolted her back to the present. She did not know when she had walked over to his table and taken the soup he was eating and poured it all over his head. "You are cheating on me," she muttered, taking a step back in fear overwhelming her and looking from Zara to Micah. She did not miss the confusion on Zara's face as she looked at her. She stood up, pushing back the chair with her body, and glanced at Micah, whose hair and clothes were now drenched in soup. "Cheating on you?" She said it slowly, as if she were trying to read the sentence. "Yes, cheating on me." "Cheating on you?" Zara said again, but only because there was no way what she heard was true. "Micah is cheating on me with you," Elara said, taking a deep breath. She had wanted attention, and although she had it, she was not sure if she really wanted. "Micah," Zara said, turning her attention to him. "Who is this?" Her tone did not sound like someone who just figured out that she was being played. "So is this Elara?" she added and then burst into a fit of laughter. Elara opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out because the scene did not make sense at all. If a girl gets to know that she is being cheated in by a man, she would not react like she had seen the winning lottery numbers. "She is," Micah said, nodding, and she smiled, turning to Elara. She held out her hand to her as if she were expecting Elara to take it and kiss the top of her fingers. "Hello, I am Zara Quinn," she said, her hand still lingering in her front. "Quinn?" "Yes, Quinn, and it is definitely the same Quinn you are thinking of," Zara said proudly. "Oh Zara, do not waste your time trying to explain to her; she does not know anything about the business world, so I can bet my life that she does not know the Quinn family," Micah said with a smug smile. "Are you saying you are related to the Quinn family?" "Related? She is the Quinn family heiress," Micah corrected. Elara stood there with her hand crossed over her chest; she did not believe that she would hear that her family had another daughter aside from her and her sister here in the busy restaurant.Writing this has been an emotional journey and I would not lie that I may or may not have gotten sidetracked while I was writing this book and had gotten invested in the story line of the supporting characters and went all in, giving them so much life.When I began writing this, the only thing I wanted to do was write realistic, selfish characters who were madly in love and I wonder if I actually achieved that or if it is all in my mind. I really want to appreciate everyone who has supported this book this far. All of the comments and reviews (even though i wish I would have been able to get a bit more)The gems too from- Kathleen- Jeanne Gentile- jj0426001- Cia- Sarah H- Michelle bart- Cristina SalazarThank you so much for supporting my book with all of your hard-earned money; it means too much to me that I am even able to bring my words together to thank you.I can't believe how much this book went on and how I was able to write it to the end without losing my trail of thou
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"We are going to be late.""Late, what do you mean? Aren't we flying private?" Clara came out of the closet with two hats in hand. One with a big-rimmed straw hat and the other a velvet-looking straw hat."We are, but there are still protocols to follow concerning such things," Elliot replied, falling to the bed as his wife moved through the room to the mirror. She began trying on the hats. He had let her know that they were going on a trip for three weeks before, but it was not until the morning they were set to travel that she set out her box to begin packing."We are flying private; I doubt the plane would leave without us," she said with a smile as she threw both hats into one of the open boxes on the floor. "By the way, are you sure that you do not want to pack anything more? I am giving you the opportunity to do so now," she added as if she had properly orchestrated the entire thing to make sure that he got all he needed."I am sure of it," he said with a nod."Suit yourself," s
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