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Andrea’s hands trembled as she reached Caleb’s apartment door, her mind still trying to come up with excuses for why he hadn't texted or called her yet on her birthday.
Maybe his phone died. Maybe something happened. Maybe there was a reason he had left her sitting alone at Giovanni’s on her birthday, staring at a candle that had long burned down while waiters gave her sympathetic looks. But the moment she stepped inside, every excuse began to crumble. The lights were on, music drifted faintly from upstairs and then she heard it. A soft moan. Andrea stopped cold, her purse slipping from her shoulder and hitting the floor with a dull thud. Her heartbeat pounded so hard against her ribs it hurt. "No. No, it couldn’t be." Maybe the TV. Maybe she was imagining things. But then a woman’s laugh floated down the hallway, low and teasing. “Is your girlfriend really this bad?” Andrea’s body went rigid. She couldn’t breathe. For a second, she stood frozen at the foot of the stairs, her fingers gripping the banister so tightly her knuckles turned white. Then Caleb laughed. Actually laughed. “No,” he said casually, and Andrea felt something cold spread through her chest. “She’s just boring.” Her breath caught. The woman giggled. “Then why are you still with her?” Andrea forced herself to move, one shaky step after another, her legs feeling numb beneath her as she climbed the stairs. She shouldn’t listen. She should turn back, leave and pretend she never heard any of this. But she couldn’t stop. Caleb let out a low chuckle, completely relaxed, completely unaware that the woman he was talking about was standing just outside the door. “Honestly?” he said. “I was waiting for tonight to do that.” The woman gasped in amusement. “Her birthday dinner?” Andrea froze outside the bedroom door, her fingers curling against the wall. “Yes,” Caleb said, sounding almost proud of himself. “I already planned everything before you showed up.” “What do you mean?” “I was going to dump her at the restaurant.” The woman burst into laughter. Andrea’s stomach dropped so violently and she covered her mouth with her hands to muffle her gasp and sobs, she thought she might throw up. “What?” Caleb laughed too. “I booked the dinner, invited a few people, planned a speech and everything. I figured if I did it in public, she wouldn’t make one of her emotional scenes.” “Oh my God,” the woman said between laughs. “That is so evil.” Caleb shrugged. “Come on. She’s too clingy, this way it would be over in one night.” The woman laughed harder. Andrea felt her throat tighten. Her chest burned so badly it hurt to inhale. The woman spoke again, her tone dripping with cruel amusement. “Wait… is it the same Andrea? The one who bought you that watch?” “Yep.” The woman laughed in disbelief. “Oh wow. She's also the sweet girlfriend?” “The same one.” “God,” the lady said, and Andrea could hear the smirk in her voice. “You really let that girl spend money on you while planning to dump her?” Caleb chuckled. “I didn't force her, she wanted to.” The woman snorted. “That’s embarrassing.” Andrea squeezed her eyes shut. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart piece by piece. Then the woman said softly, “Honestly, I expected someone prettier.” Andrea waited, hoped, prayed this wasn't real, maybe it was a silly nightmare she should wake up from because What the hell? Caleb didn’t answer immediately. Then he laughed. And that was worse. “She tries,” he said. The woman laughed so hard she nearly choked. “I mean, no offense, babe, but if that’s Andrea, I totally get why you cheated.” Something inside Andrea snapped, she couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't just stand there and hear her boyfriend speak about her like that, say things like this that could tear her heart into shreds. She shoved the bedroom door open so hard it slammed against the wall. The sound echoed through the room. Caleb jerked upright. The blonde woman gasped, clutching the sheets to her chest. Andrea stood in the doorway, her entire body shaking. For one horrible second, she couldn’t process what she was seeing. Caleb was half naked on the bed. The blonde woman was wearing nothing but Caleb’s favorite T-shirt. The one Andrea had bought him last year for his birthday. Her stomach twisted so violently she thought she might collapse. Caleb’s face drained of color. “Andrea…” Her lips parted, but no sound came out at first. Her throat felt raw. Tight. Painful. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet in a way that made Caleb flinch. “What the hell did I just hear?” Caleb scrambled off the bed, reaching for his jeans. “Baby, wait, I can explain…” Andrea stared at him. His hair was messy, his chest was flushed. There were lipstick marks on his neck. She felt sick. “Explain what?” she asked, her voice trembling now. “Explain why you left me sitting alone in a restaurant on my birthday while you were here sleeping with someone else?” “Andrea…” “No.” Her voice cracked. “No, Caleb. Don’t do that. Don’t stand there and say my name like it means anything right now.” The blonde woman rolled her eyes and adjusted the sheet around herself. “Seriously?” she muttered. “You still haven’t broken up with her?” “Jess, shut up,” Caleb snapped. Andrea let out a broken laugh, tears spilling down her face. “You were really going to do it?” she whispered, looking at Caleb. “You were really going to humiliate me in public?” Caleb’s silence told her everything. Andrea shook her head in disbelief. “Oh my God.” “Andrea, listen to me…” “No, you listen to me!” she shouted, her voice rising as tears streamed down her cheeks. “We were together for three years, Caleb. Three years. I loved you. I trusted you. I defended you when people told me you weren’t good enough for me, and all this time…” Her voice broke. “All this time you were planning this?” “It wasn’t like that…” “How long?” Caleb froze. Andrea wiped her tears with the back of her hand, but they kept falling. “How long have you been cheating on me?” Caleb looked away. Jessie answered for him. “Three months.” Andrea felt like the floor disappeared beneath her. Three months. Three whole months. While he kissed her goodnight. While he told her he loved her. While he made birthday plans. Her breathing turned uneven. “You made me look stupid,” she whispered. Caleb stepped toward her, guilt flashing across his face. “Andrea, I swear, I didn’t mean for you to find out like this…” Jessie laughed. “Oh please. Stop acting like she was the love of your life. You were miserable with her.” Andrea turned slowly to look at her and Jessie smirked, completely unashamed. “I mean… look at you. You’re sweet and all, but did you honestly think a guy like Caleb was going to stay with someone this plain forever?” The words hit harder than Andrea expected. Because Caleb didn’t deny it. He just stood there. Silent. Looking guilty. Looking caught. Looking exactly like a man who agreed. Andrea felt something inside her crack. Not her heart, something deeper, something final. A tear slid down her cheek as she looked at Caleb, really looked at him. Her first boyfriend. Her first love. Her first everything. And standing in front of her now was a stranger. A coward. A liar. A man she no longer recognized. “You know what hurts the most?” she asked softly. Caleb looked up. “I would have survived the truth. I would have survived if you had just told me you want to break up.” Her lips trembled. “But this…” She laughed bitterly through tears. “This is cruelty.” She pulled the apartment key off her keychain and threw it at his chest. It hit him before falling to the floor. “We’re done.” Caleb took a step forward. “Andrea…” But she was already walking away. Because if she stayed one second longer, she would break in front of them. And she refused to give them that too.The quiet hum of the black town car faded as it pulled up to the main entrance of St. Matthew’s Hospital. The afternoon air outside was crisp, carrying a cool breeze that rustled the leaves along the manicured walkway. Andrea stepped out first, extending a gentle, supportive hand to help Grandma Grace out of the backseat. For a brief moment, the two women stood side-by-side on the sidewalk, looking up at the towering glass and concrete building. The contrast between the lively, warm morning at the penthouse and the quiet gravity of the hospital was sharp, but Andrea felt surprisingly grounded. Having had those hours of laughter and warmth with Henry, Mindy, and Marcus had built a quiet fortress around her heart. "Are you holding up alright, Andrea?" Grandma Grace asked softly, her fingers tightening slightly around her handbag as she looked at her granddaughter. "I am, Grandma," Andrea replied, offering a calm, reassuring smile. She looped her arm gently through Grandma Grace’s el
Marcus walked over to where Mindy was standing, leaning down to poke Sophie's soft belly. Sophie blinked her cute eyes up at him like she was trying to recognize who he was, then she let out another little gurgle, reaching out to grab Marcus's thumb. Marcus’s face melted into a genuine, soft smile, letting the baby hold onto his finger. "Looks like she remembers you, Marcus," Mindy said, looking up at him with a proud smile. "Of course she does," Marcus said, lightly tapping the tip of Sophie's nose. "She knows who buys her the best stuffed animals." While Mindy and Marcus were completely distracted playing with the baby in the living room, Andrea took the bakery box and coffees over to the dining table. She began unpacking the warm cinnamon pastries onto a serving platter and setting out plates, napkins, and cups. Henry walked over to the kitchen island, pouring fresh water into glasses and bringing them over to help her set the table. "Need a hand?" Henry asked softly, leaning
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Andrea pushed open the heavy wooden door to their master bedroom, stepping into the softly lit space.The steam from the master bathroom was just beginning to drift into the bedroom, carrying the crisp, clean scent of sandalwood and expensive body wash.Before Andrea could even head toward her side of the bed, the bathroom door swung open, and Henry walked out.Her breath caught in her throat, her feet practically glued to the rug.Henry stood there in the warm lighting, wearing nothing but a dark grey towel wrapped low around his waist. Droplets of water glistened on his broad shoulders, slowly trickling down the defined lines of his chest and abdomen. His dark hair was wet, slightly tousled, and dripping onto his neck.Looking at him right now, Andrea’s mind involuntarily flashed back to their trip to Paris two years ago when they were still strangers.She remembered it clearly—the luxurious hotel suite overlooking the Eiffel Tower, the quiet evening when Henry had ordered room serv
Andrea wrapped her sweater tighter around herself and leaned back against the outdoor sofa, the soft cushions sinking under her weight. The night air was cool against her face, carrying the distant hum of the city below. She held her phone to her ear and stared out at the glittering skyline, the lights blurring slightly as she blinked back the heaviness that had been sitting on her chest all evening. On the third ring, the line picked up. “Andrea?” Mindy’s voice came through, sounding slightly groggy but immediately sharpening with concern. “Are you okay? I was just about to text you.” “Bestie…” Andrea let out a long, heavy breath. The tight knot in her chest loosened just a little at the sound of her best friend’s voice. “I missed you so much. I’m sorry to call you so late, especially after your long flight back from London.” “Forget the flight, Andrea,” Mindy said quickly, and Andrea could hear the soft rustle of sheets as she shifted in bed. “I couldn’t even sleep properly bec
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