Nine years into my "non-cohabiting partnership" with Simon, his father passed away. The first condition in his will was simple: Simon and Ella had to conceive a child. On the day the child turned one month old, Simon would inherit his father's fortune. Simon told me this himself—the night I walked in on them tangled in our bed. Afterward, as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, he murmured, "Lily, just wait a little longer. Once I get the inheritance, I'll marry you." But he went back on his word. From then on, every time Simon planned to meet Ella at our house, he would hang a string of bells on the door. Since his father's passing, those bells had chimed ninety-nine times. After the ninety-ninth, the news arrived—Ella was pregnant, and their engagement party was set. My daughter saw the invitation, hesitated, then softly asked, "Mom, is Daddy's name on this?" I forced a smile and gently smoothed her messy hair into a neat ponytail. "Daddy is marrying the one he loves," I said. "And I'm taking you home." Simon never understood—I never cared about that marriage certificate.
View MoreThe news of Simon's arrival had Nicole and I exchanging glances, our faces dropping in unison.Like mother, like daughter, our expressions mirrored each other's discontent.I rose quietly, taking my time as I changed into a fresh set of clothes.Simon tracking me down was not a shock, but his timing was inconveniently premature. I was not ready to face him.I inhaled deeply and swung the door open.Before I could even find the right words, the neighborhood gossip reached my ears."That's the guy from the internet, Mr. Hoffman!""Yeah, I heard he ditched his girlfriend of nine years for someone new, and now, he's backing out of the wedding.""What a soap opera!"I was not the only one listening. Simon's face turned a shade of stormy gray.He lashed out at the onlookers, "What are you blabbering about? Who are you to judge me?"The onlookers did not take kindly to his outburst, their voices rising in protest."Hey, watch your tone, buddy!""For your information, you're not i
Landing from the flight, I was suddenly gripped by indecision.When my parents first learned I was seeing Simon, they were dead set against it.The Hoffmans, with their grand family name, would never accept my family's tradition of non-cohabiting partnerships.It was a tradition we had honored for years on end.Love was not something that could be chained down with a marriage license—just like my parents' relationship.Without any piece of paper, they have loved each other their whole lives.However, caught up in my own fervor back then, they still opened their home to Simon with open arms and let me go.My family's home was by the sea, with a beach that had always been part of my journey home.Nicole and I strolled along the sand when we bumped into my old elementary school teacher.His hair had gone mostly white, but he was beaming, welcoming me back with a warm smile.'Yes, this is definitely home. This wonderful place, this wonderful city. Why on earth did I let Simon tal
Simon cleared his throat, playing out the reunion with me in his head.I would be in tears, rushing into his embrace, while he would put on a stern face and scold me.He would say, "No more fits, okay? Can't we just talk things out?"He would listen to my heartfelt apology and forgive me with a tender kiss.However, when Simon swung the door open, it was not his beloved he found—it was Ella.His expression turned to stone.Oblivious to his mood, Ella cozied up and latched onto his arm as she cooed, "I knew you'd see sense, Simon. You can't just flip-flop on something as big as marriage."Her face lit up with excitement as she tugged him inside."See, I tossed out all of that girl's junk. There's not a thing left. She had it coming, treating you like that. She deserves to be left with nothing."Simon's anger erupted, and he shook off her grip."How dare you?!"He bolted to our bedroom, burst through the door, and found it wiped clean of my existence.Even the half-used bottl
In the end, Simon came back empty-handed.The Hoffman family might be loaded and influential, but they could not get an airline to round up passengers from a landed flight and fly them back.Back in his office, Simon flopped down and pulled up our old chat history, scrolling through every message with meticulous care.There were the days he would laugh at Nicole's quirky antics, and the sunsets I would snap from our living room's panoramic windows.He scrolled, lost in the memories, a smile creeping onto his face.However, ever since Ella came into the picture, our conversations had turned stale.No more playful banter from me, and his responses whittled down to 'Hmm' and 'Okay'.The last message was my goodbye.Just before that, Nicole's birthday was something he had forgotten in the whirlwind of his work until I brought it up.However, with Ella's situation hanging by a thread, he had to promise to make it up later.He had given his word, after all.'Could Lily not show a
[Simon, this is goodbye.]I dropped my phone and chuckled bitterly.The start with Simon was a fairytale, but the ending was a hot mess.Perhaps folks like us, with our different worlds, were never meant to be. It was time to get my life back on track.Simon did not text me back. He probably figured that I was just upset.It was better that way—less drama to deal with.I shut my eyes, letting sleep pull me under.By the time Simon read that text the next day, Nicole and I would be airborne.Meanwhile, Simon snapped awake to my message, froze, then booted the coffee table across the room.He dialed his driver frantically and yelled, "Get over here, now! Airport, stat!"The driver hesitated as he replied, "Mr. Hoffman, aren't you supposed to be with Mrs. Hoffman at the doctor's—"Simon interrupted, "Ella isn't Mrs. Hoffman. Lily is Mrs. Hoffman! Don't you get it? Airport, now!" Simon was restless the whole drive, punching numbers into his phone only to be met with dead lines
A hush fell over the crowd, everyone too shocked to speak.To them, the woman who had dared to strike at the untouchable Simon was practically signing her own death warrant.Simon, clutching his bleeding forehead, kept his lips sealed tight.Ella lost it. She held her belly, her eyes wild, and forgetting all decorum, she flailed her arms and screamed, "How dare you hit Simon?! Get her, now!"Her bodyguards swarmed me, a flurry of fists and boots coming at me from all sides.I fought back with all my might, but against those muscular men, I was overwhelmed and forced to the ground. I curled up, doing my best to shield myself.Nicole let out a piercing scream and threw herself over me, her small body trying to fend off the blows meant for me.I called out to her weakly, unable to push her away. Desperate, I managed to roll over, pulling Nicole underneath me to protect her.I barely cracked my eyes open, squinting at Simon a short distance away.His lips quivered, but no words ca
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