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We stare at each other for what feels like the longest minute of my life, the air between us thick with words unspoken. Her eyes, sharp but trying not to be, hold mine for a few seconds longer before she finally breaks the silence.“Hi,” she says, lowering her gaze to the open file in front of her as if I hadn't just walked into the room.I part my lips to respond, to say something clever or cold or at least civil, but nothing comes out. My tongue feels like sandpaper. I glance briefly at the door behind me, tempted to turn around and walk out, pretending this meeting never happened. I mean, really—what am I doing here?She speaks again, like she senses the tension between us. “Hi, again. I remember you.”Of course she does. I shift in my seat.“I believe we didn’t meet in a good way,” she continues, her voice even and professional, her tone not revealing anything—no bitterness, no resentment. Just business.Still, I say nothing. I can’t read her, and for someone like me who lives off
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One Month LaterThe morning light spills lazily through my curtains as I drag myself out of bed. My feet hit the cool tiles, a small shock to my skin, but it wakes me up just enough. I stretch and walk over to my laptop, the lid still open from the night before. On the screen, a checklist glows softly—a plan, finally. Not just ideas scattered like breadcrumbs but a full, breathing business plan. My pastry shop. My future.I smile at the screen. For the first time in a long time, it feels like I’m actually going to win. Not just survive, but truly win. I reach for my phone beside the laptop and scroll to Maya’s contact. The moment I dial, she picks up before the first ring even finishes.“You didn’t even let the phone ring,” I say with a laugh, already feeling lighter.Her voice comes through, bold and bright. “This device was already in my hand,” she says, probably rolling her eyes with that signature grin of hers. I can imagine it clearly—her, in a headscarf, barefoot in her apartmen
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He doesn’t answer. His mouth opens slightly, but no words come out. He doesn't even look at me. How did I let myself down like this? I was beginning to like him in a very short period.“Lionel,” I say, louder this time, “is it true?”His voice comes, finally. Soft. Hesitant. “It’s not the way it seems. It's not what you think.”My chest tightens. “It’s a yes or no.”He looks away.“Do you really know that woman?” I ask.But he's quiet and my chest tightens even more. That silence… It answers everything.“I trusted you,” I whisper. “I thought you were different” “You still can. I am different” he says quickly, stepping toward me. “I didn’t lie to you. I just— it's a lot”“You didn't tell me. That's what matters” I say. “You let me fall into something with you while holding back this. You know what I’ve been through. What I left. You saw me trying to put the pieces back together.” It annoys me that I'm affected in the way that I am. Why am I even upset? It’s not like we made promises.
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I don’t realize I’ve stopped breathing until the gallery starts spinning.Leonard. It has to be him.That profile. The tilt of his head. That same smug posture I once knew too well, standing across the room like he has every right to be here—right in the middle of this new, fragile world I’ve built.I can’t move. My fingers clench into a fist just as the air immediately feels thick. Too many voices, too many colors. Just seconds ago this space felt alive and free—now it feels like a trap. I don't want to see him. I scan the room again. But he’s gone. Just like that. Vanished. As if he wasn't just there. But I keep walking until I find Lionel.“Lionel…” I say. “Hey,” Lionel’s says with this calm and grounding voice. “You okay?”I look up at him. He’s watching me closely now, sensing something’s wrong. He’s always been good at that—reading the spaces between my words but I wonder if it's just me.“I need to leave. We, need to leave.” I say. My voice comes out tight and urgent. “Now.”
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I glance at Lionel, waiting for some kind of explanation.He catches my questioning look and chuckles. “It’s an art exhibition today,” he replies, a small twinkle in his eyes.I can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners of my lips. It’s been so long since I attended one of these. I used to love them—the colors, the emotions, the quiet hum of conversation, the way art could make you feel something without words. But I haven’t stepped foot in a gallery since I married Leonard. The thought comes with a dull ache in my chest, one I quickly brush aside.“Come on, let’s go in,” Lionel says as he offers his hand.I hesitate just for a second, then place my hand in his. His palm is warm, his grip secure. There’s something steadying about him—like a gentle tide that doesn’t rush but still finds a way to reach the shore. We walk into the gallery, and my breath catches in my throat.The entire space is bathed in light. The walls are pristine white, acting as the perfect canvas for the bursts
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Deciding not to narrate too much in order not to bore him, I just say, “We were married until someone else came into the picture.”“Did you fall in love with someone else?” Lionel asks, intrigued.I shake my head “No. Of course not.” I barter my eyes away. “He cheated with his childhood friend. But it turned out it was more than what I thought it was.”“Oh, I’m so sorry. No woman deserves to be cheated on no matter what,” he says.“Thank you.”“So, you got divorced then?” he asks, drowning more of his liquor.“Uhm…” I lick my lips. “Yeah, I did. That’s why I left Chicago.”I don't know if the lie is worth it, but I sure don’t know how to say that I tried to divorce my billionaire husband but couldn’t — because he's powerful, connected, and makes it feel like the world spins at his will.“I’m so sorry about your divorce,” Lionel says. “At least I’m here. I can help you,” he adds, like I’m a patient and he’s the doctor ready to patch me up. It wants to sound funny but it doesn't. Not in
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