♛ Aurora: My heart dropped to my stomach, and my cutlery fell from my hand, clattering on the plate. I turned to Dmitri, and he was quick to raise his hands in surrender. “I promise you this wasn't planned.” He could be lying, but somehow, I had a feeling he was being honest with me. I simply shook my head and tugged at Trish’s shirt. “Let's leave.” She finally looked up from her meal at the same time Leon did, and it was at that moment they both finally noticed the suddenly still air. “What the hell is he doing here?” Trish didn't hold back, clearly pissed. She threw a displeased look at both Leon and Dmitri. “I knew it wasn't a good idea coming along with you two.” Without another word, I shifted in my seat, picked up my purse, and slid out of the booth. Trish followed. I did well to ignore Adrian’s presence and not turn my gaze to the door where he stood. I didn’t even glance up at him again. Not even when he started walking over to the booth we were standing by.
♛ Aurora: Eventually, Trish had to drive us back home because I wasn't in the right state of mind to drive. I don't think I've felt this lost in a long time. Despite the fact that she was usually a menace on the road, always driving fast and bumping into things, she drove slowly today, giving me the chance to rest my head against the tinted window without fear that she might suddenly speed up and make me hit my head. She hadn't said anything since we left the diner. I hadn’t either. There really was nothing to say, and I appreciated the silence and the fact that she didn’t bring up Adrian. She just quietly gave me the space to think. A deep breath escaped my lips as the car pulled to a slow stop in front of our apartment. Without a word, we both stepped out, grabbed the bags from the trunk, and climbed the stairs to the porch. She pulled out her keys and slid one into the keyhole before turning the lock and opening the door. Trish stepped inside, and I followed. Silenc
♛ Aurora: A simple response on handling the situation was what I had wanted and requested from Adrian. A plan, an email, or maybe a short Zoom call on how to handle the situation. Not this. Not something that would involve me standing outside Blueprint Corp. at eleven the next morning. Edward opened the door for me from the outside, and I stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of my blazer. A breath of air escaped my lips. Beside me, Bonnie checked something on her tablet before glancing up at me. “The meeting is supposed to start in three minutes,” She informed me. I nodded, inhaling the warm Monday morning air as my eyes trailed up the neat and bold lettering on the skyscraper. Blueprint. I pressed my lips into a thin line. As far as I remember, I had never been here before… maybe once, probably, and not significant enough that I could easily remember. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to be in his company. It was something he built while we were facing a hard time in our marriage. O
♛ Aurora: I stared hard at him, unsure where he was heading with this. But then I nodded and muttered stiffly, “Alright.” “Good.” Then there was a pause. Too long and uncomfortable. Adrian’s gaze didn’t leave mine. “While I agree with your assumptions that it wasn't an accident, we need to work carefully. Regardless of how you want to ignore it, I’m sure you understand that if someone is coming after your project, then they are not just targeting your site.” He looked up at me and kept my gaze, before adding seriously, “They’re targeting you.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” Adrian cleared his throat, and shook his head before somehow diverting the implications in his second statement by changing the topic., “That if we start throwing around accusations without proof, it’ll backfire.” His words settled the confusion in my head. I folded my arms. “Then we get proof.” It should be as simple as that. He shook his head and was about to say something but then decided not to
♛ Aurora: I could feel the sharp ringing in my head as I stepped out of his office and he didn't call me back. I didn’t want him to simply whisper my name to himself, or call me the endearments he had always used that have carved themselves to my heart, I wanted him to call me back. And talk to me, regardless of who is around us. It was supposed to be that simple. What on earth could he be keeping to himself that he couldn’t just simply say? Except it was something he didn’t want the media to find out about. I sharply recalled him coughing furiously and painfully at the club that night. Was all this something related to that? I shook my head at the thought. I doubt it was. From then till now I've held to the belief that the reason for the divorce is because the love that was once there somehow wasn’t there again after three years. People usually fall out of love… I just didn’t expect it to be us… Actually, all these didn’t matter anymore. A conflicting emotion seared through m
♞ Adrian: I brushed my fingers through my hair, feeling frustration seep into my pores. “Why the fuck was I finding it difficult to tell her?” Instead I watched her leave. The pen I had been fiddling with slipped from my fingers as my phone vibrated, signaling a new message. I picked it up from the table and checked the new message I had received. My brows creased when I saw it was from my Christian, and the message read: “You have a meeting via zoom call in the next twenty minutes.” My hands reached for my tie which was knotted neatly on my neck, I pulled it a little as I suddenly felt like everything around me was closing in. But still the only thing I was thinking about was going after Rory. I had a feeling if she somehow stepped out of the company and I didn't get to her then it would be very difficult to later on. Without thinking much anymore, I immediately stood up from the swivel chair and threw long strides as I headed to the door. I scrolled through the contact lis
♞ Adrian: The bed’s getting colder, and she’s still not here. I sit up, dragging a hand down my face, and running a hand over the empty sheets beside me, my fingers brushing over the fabric where she used to sleep. The clock on the nightstand reads at 2:47 AM, reminding me that sleep hasn’t come easy in years. I stared blankly at the ceiling, not realizing how fast the time had gone into the night. I should be used to this by now. It’s been three fucking years. Three years since I signed those divorce papers with my own damn hands. I stare down at my hands… could I just fucking cut them? I believe I should, but then how would I go after Rory when I’m handicapped? I cursed under my breath, recalling every single thing from back then. I told and convinced myself that I was doing the right thing. That she deserved better than a man who might not make it out alive. But I never expected the regret for my actions to feel like this… like a dull knife pressed against my ribs, cutting
♞ Adrian: The words settled deep in my chest, heavy but not crushing. For the umpteenth time in years, I let myself imagine facing Rory. Telling her everything. Back to front. Beginning to end. Every single detail I had kept away from her. Owning up to what I did, why I did it. Would it fix anything? I don’t know. But at least it wouldn’t be another thing left unsaid, and left to burn and haunt my nights. “Adrian.” Iris’ voice is softer now, a tinge of concern laced through it. “Do you want to book a session?” She asked carefully. I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. “Yeah,” I murmured. “I do.” “Alright,” she said gently. “We’ll talk by 4P.M tomorrow. But for now, try to rest.” There was yawn from the other end, and she added, “I think I need a rest too.” Rest? Would I have called her if my head could let me rest? I shook my head. I don’t know if I will. But I’ll try and maybe take a pill or two to help. “Thanks, Iris,” I said before ending the call. I set my phon
♞ Adrian: I wasn't sure what got into me. Perhaps the fact that I've been sending messages to Rory consistently for the past three days and she didn't answer any of them. She didn't even open it so I at least know she saw them but didn't have an answer yet. I couldn't go to her office, because she said she needed space. And that meant she didn't want to see me. All I could do was send messages like an asshole, but she didn't respond to them. And somehow I found myself deliberately following the road to her apartment on my way to work instead of following the shorter road and getting to work fast. I packed my car across the street and looked up from the screen of my phone, my gaze trailed over to her apartment. It was already 2PM so it was only wishful thinking that I assumed I'd see her at home by this time of the day. I stared at the window to her apartment, even though I couldn’t see past the closed curtains. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t really expecting her to be home. I jus
♛ Aurora: My heels crunched on the gravel as I made my way towards the small crowd forming around the scaffolding near the eastern side of the site. The workers looked up to meet my eyes the closer I got. Their heads turned in my direction as I approached. The conversation they were having was hushed and I could barely hear them clearly, but what I couldn't miss was the serious tone in their voices. A few men had taken off their hard hats, while a few were simply wiping sweat that trickled down their faces. Some of them looked pale. The strong smell of dust and concrete lingered in the breeze, and just beneath it, there was a stronger metallic smell. I looked up at the scaffold building that just crashed, and fear slowly creeped into my heart as I slowed into a stop. “It's so bad,” Bonnie pointed out from behind me as she stopped walking too. I was beyond shocked and scared to respond to her words. I clutched the strap of my bag tighter and pressed my lips together
♛ Aurora: “Oh My God. I'm not even surprised! I told you from the start that I absolutely do not trust her at all!” Mia said in a displeased tone. I released a deep breath, recalling the severe number of times she had seriously wanted me to be careful with Bonnie. But I hadn't listened. I needed someone effective back then and Bonnie was exactly what I wanted. So I hadn't even thought about the consequences at all. I easily trusted her when she displayed her clean ways of handling situations and making my work a little easier for me. “Yeah, I remember when you were warned me about her,” I said, tracing a path along the pocket of my pants as the car drove past the bustling city of New York. “But you didn't listen. Now see.” “I did listen, Mia. I just couldn't let a good employee go just because you had a bad feeling about her.” I said down the line. “Well, the signs were from the start that she’s not someone to be trusted.” “If a lot of employers simply removed their workers j
♞ Adrian: Leon didn’t say a word. Nothing at all. He didn’t move either. Not even an inch. The only sign he’d even heard me was the slight widening of his eyes. For a moment, we just stared at each other. I ran my fingers through my thick dark hair, because the longer it took to say a word, the more the turmoil in my head swallowed me slowly. Because what on earth do I do? Most importantly, how do I tell Rory? I sighed, when would this space she needs be okay? I don't even know. Finally, Leon let out a slow breath and leaned back into the couch like everything I said were finally settling in. “Say something,” I muttered roughly, fighting back the urge to run a finger through my hair and tug it. He scrubbed a hand down his face. “You’re serious about this?” he raised a brow and asked, like he was hoping I would say it was all a joke. Honestly I wish it was. It wasn’t a question. I nodded once, and tight. “Jesus Christ, Adrian.” Leon dropped his head back aga
Chapter 82 Aurora: Her question was so sudden and completely random from the conversation we had been talking about, that I was caught off guard for a moment. Trish’s brows were squinted tightly as she waited for a response from me. After a quiet moment I finally answered with a shake of my head, “Work.” “Work?” She didn't look like she believed me but after a while she nodded, “Alright. I made dinner before falling asleep earlier. Have you eaten?” she asked, completely changing the topic, and I felt light hearted that she did, because I wanted to get my mind off the message. I shook my head and let out a breath. I had been so occupied that I didn't eat anything today. I doubt I would have even been able to eat anything with the way my stomach has been tied in knots since morning. “I haven't,” I answered, before asking, “What did you make?” I turned around and made my way down the hallway, before making a turn and walking over to the kitchen, with Trish trailing right behind me.
♛ Aurora: “The simplest misunderstanding could crack even the strongest of relationships. At times it's just better to let things go than go round and round. Rough.” My heart dropped to my stomach when I read the first message. I staggered on my footsteps as I rushed out of my room, hitting my shoulders on the wall but hardly feeling any pain as I turned down the hallway and rushed towards Trish’s room. Before I could get there another message came in, and this time it stopped me dead in my tracks. “Did you ever try to find out the person behind the wheels? Not your accident. I mean, hit and run with your mom, or don't you think it’s important to seek justice for her dead poor soul?” The last sentence felt like a bucket of water had been splashed on my face, as it knocked me back to the image of my mother being rushed to the hospital with blood on her clothes, her face, her fingers. There was blood everywhere. My fingers gripped my phone tightly, trying to hold myself back to t
♞ Adrian: I wasn’t planning to stop. I had every intention of driving straight home, taking a long-ass shower, and figuring out what the hell I was going to do to make things right with Rory. But the next thing I knew, my hands had turned the wheel and my car rolled to a halt in front of Leon’s place. My phone buzzed in my pants, and I stepped out of the car, closing the door shut behind me before I brought the phone out and checked who was calling. I halted in my steps when I noticed it was Christian. I slid the answer button before pressing the phone to my ear, “What's it?” I asked the moment I answered. There was shuffling from the other end, before he finally spoke out, “I got in touch with the guy for the tracking.” I ran my fingers through my hair and released a deep breath before asking, “And what’s the update on it?” Christian didn't answer immediately, and after a long quiet moment he finally answered, “I'll text you the details in five minutes.” “Alri
♛ Aurora: “I can't do this,” I whispered, more to myself, but loud enough for him to hear me. I couldn't even concentrate on driving while I was on my way home. And it was all because of him. To make it all worse, Lucy's attempt at planting seeds of doubts in my head had somehow worked. I couldn't think. My heart felt like it was being shredded into tiny pieces, and it tore me apart. I was so tired of all this. And despite all the love I had in my heart for him, it was a pity that he didn't trust our love so much to be able to completely be honest with me. What on earth could he be keeping to himself that wasn't worth me knowing? Nothing, absolutely nothing serious. The only ever thing that had tore me apart in my years of living was my parents' death, because they left me all alone. Second to that was my divorce with Adrian. And third, was the child I lost. There was nothing else he could say that could destroy me so much that it would break our very fragile relations
♞ Adrian: I scrubbed my hands over my face, fingers digging into my eyes until I saw stars. My phone sat on the passenger seat, and I glanced at it, fingers itching to pick it up and call again. The last call had gone unanswered. The one before that too. I’d sent her a message. And it was simple, stupid, and fucking desperate. ‘I’m outside. Can we talk? I just need five minutes.’ Nothing back. I glanced through the car glasses, and my gaze fell on the windows of her house. Maybe she wasn’t home. Or she was and she’d seen my message and rolled her eyes and tossed her phone into a drawer. God, I wouldn’t blame her. I was parked across from her house, my car engine off, with my hands gripping the steering wheel. I had brushed my fingers through my hair countless times that it was all disheveled. My fingers tapped on the steering wheel, searching for something to keep my concentration in check. It didn’t work. I was still unraveling. She hadn’t answered my calls. I co