INICIAR SESIÓNThe silence in my apartment is suffocating. I’ve barely been home since the conversation with my father. I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe for him to understand, maybe for him to finally see that I’m not just the son he raised to follow orders. But I didn’t get that, rather I got disappointment, I haven’t told Claire yet. I’m not sure how to tell her. The words are there, but I keep putting them off. I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t keep pretending anymore. She deserves someone who can give her the life she’s always wanted, and I can’t be that person.I stand in front of the mirror in my bathroom, staring at my reflection. My face looks tired, worn out, like I’ve aged a year in the past few days. My hair’s messy, and my suit feels a little too tight around my shoulders. The weight ofeverything is pressing down on me, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it all together.I grab my phone from the counter, my thumb hovering over Xander’s name. I haven’t seen him since
I don’t know what I expected when I walked into my parents' house today. Maybe I thought things would be the same. That I could just slip back into my old life, keep up the act, and avoid the inevitable conversation. Maybe I even thought I could go on pretending that my engagement to Claire was still intact, that everything was fine, and no one would ask the questions I didn’t want to answer.But when my mother answers the door with that tight smile, I know it’s all about to come crashing down."You’re late," she says, her tone neutral, but her eyes narrow as she looks past me, searching for something, or someone.I step inside, my stomach tightening at the familiar scent of lavender and old wood. My parents’ house is everythingI’ve always known. But now, it feels like a cage."I’m sorry," I say, my voice sounding distant even to my own ears. "I had some things I needed to take care of.""Of course," she says, but there’s an edge to her voice. She already knows something’s off. I can f
The days after Xander left were a blur. I spent most of the time in my apartment, pacing and trying to force my mind to focus on anything other than what was happening in my life. I still hadn’t spoken to my parents about what was going on, and I definitely hadn’t told them that the engagement with Claire was over. The thought of telling them terrified me.I knew I had to make a choice. But it wasn’t the choice between Claire and Xander anymore. It was the choice between living a life that wasn’t mine or finally stepping into the unknown.I stare at my phone, my finger hovering over the screen. It’s late, but I know I need to make the call. I dial Xander’s number. The phone rings a few times before he picks up. His voice, calm and steady, instantly makes the tightness in my chest loosen."Elias?" he says, sounding surprised, but not in a bad way. "Everything okay?""I need to talk," I say, my voice low. "Can we meet?"There’s a pause, then he replies, "Of course, I’ll be there in twen
I’ve never felt so lost in my entire life. The hours after Claire left are a blur. I’ve been pacing my apartment, staring out the window at the city lights, trying to make sense of everything. But no matter how much I try to make sense of it, nothing feels real.I made a choice, a choice that changed everything. And now, I have to live with it. The apartment feels suffocating now. The silence is louder than it’s ever been. I try to focus on the work on my desk, but the words blur together. The numbers don’t make sense. I’m not really here. My mind keeps wandering back to Claire, to the way she looked at me when I told her the truth.She was right, I chose Xander. But what does that even mean? What happens now?My phone vibrates on the desk, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glance down, it’s a message from Xander.“You okay?”I feel a twinge of guilt. I don’t know if I’m okay, but he’s the only one who seems to care. The only one who’s waiting for me to figure thisout.I type a quick r
I don’t know what I expect when I walk into the club again. Maybe I think I’ll find clarity in the flashing lights and the pounding music, like everything else will fade into the background, and I’ll have an answer to the questions swirling in my head. But nothing feels clear. The air smells like sweat and perfume, and my heart is racing faster than it should be.I feel the weight of every step I take toward the back VIP section, knowing what I’m about to do, knowing what this moment is about. I didn’t want to come here, not after what happened with Claire. I never wanted to hurt her. But I couldn’t lie to her anymore. I couldn’t keep pretending that everything was fine when it wasn’t.And now, here I am, about to see Xander again. I don’t know what I expect from him, either. I know what I want, but I’m not sure if I can have it. Can I really walk away from everything I’ve known? My family, my future, my entire life… for him?I walk into the back room, and there he is, sitting at one
Morning came by pretty quickly. I barely even slept, tossing and turning in a bed that felt too big, too empty. My mind was racing, replaying everything: the kiss with Xander, the conversation with Claire, the words I said to her… the lies I told myself.Now, I’m sitting in my office, staring at my computer screen without really seeing anything. I should be working. I should be thinking about the merger, about the company, about the engagement. But all I can think about is Xander, his touch, the way he made me feel like I was alive in a way I haven’t been in years. And Claire, the way I looked at her last night and couldn’t see the future I was supposed to have with her anymore.I thought I could live this life, this perfect, easy life. But it’s not real, and I know it now. A knock on my door shakes me out of my thoughts."Come in."The door opens, and Claire walks in, her expression unreadable. She’s dressed in a sharp suit, the kind of look that says business, but there’s something







