After dinner, Wendy picked up her phone and dialed home. While I was out on the balcony, I overheard her calmly say, "Dad, it's me… Yeah… We ran into Penelope today."On the other end, Mr. Hamilton sounded tense. "What's wrong? Is Sam okay?""There are marks on his wrist." Her tone remained composed, but I could hear the underlying iciness. "She caused a scene at the cafe and splashed coffee on me."Mrs. Hamilton grabbed the phone, panic rising in her voice. "What? How's Samuel? Is he hurt? Is he okay? Does he need to go to the hospital?""Mom, calm down," Wendy reassured. "He's fine; he's just kind of shaken. I gave him some warm milk, and he's feeling much better now.""That poor young man…" Mrs. Hamilton sounded heartbroken. "Can he talk right now? I'd like to say a few words to him.""Give him some time to rest first." Wendy glanced toward the balcony. "By the way, Dad, aren't the Riveras bidding on that Easturean project?"Mr. Hamilton caught on immediately. "I see. I'll ge
Wendy brought me to meet her business partners."This is my husband," she said, holding my hand as she introduced me confidently.I greeted everyone around me. No one looked at me with curiosity or judgment. They just spoke to me as if I were anyone else.Back when I was with Penelope, everyone around her knew I was autistic. She claimed that this was to protect me. In reality, though, no one wanted to talk to me at all because they knew I had autism. Slowly, it made my condition worse.Wendy's voice made me snap out of my thoughts. "Stay here and wait for me, Sam. I'm going to the restroom."I nodded and found a seat at the cafe. Just as I sat down, I saw Penelope. The moment she spotted me, she shoved the door open and stormed over to my table. Her nails nearly penetrated my skin when she grabbed my wrist."You sure have the guts, huh, Samuel Graham?" Her shrill voice drew stares from customers around us. "Fresh out of a divorce, and you're already clinging to the Hamiltons?"
I thought things were finally over between me and Penelope. Clearly, Penelope thought otherwise.She posted a photo on her Instagram. It was of her kissing Theodore on a yacht deck. The caption said, "Love you".I kept scrolling. The comment section was buzzing."Penny finally went public!""Isn't that the viral hottie lately?""Ms. Rivera has great taste! When's the wedding?"Amanda's comments caught my eye the most. "Penny has finally found true love! I hope a certain someone sees this.""That autistic guy? He's no match," someone replied."Exactly. He can't even string a full sentence together.""Is Penny serious this time?"Penelope herself replied to the last comment. "Definitely."More comments poured in. "When are we getting invited to the wedding?"I quietly turned off my phone and went back to tending my plants. I heard Wendy's footsteps coming from the bathroom. Accompanying her was the faint scent of her shampoo.Seeing that I was upset, she cupped my dirt-smear
With Wendy's help, I adjusted to life overseas in no time.I carried a cake home. Lately, her work had eased up, and she often got home earlier than I did. I counted the steps as I walked up the stairs, remembering how she mentioned she'd make red wine beef stew tonight.Just as I slid the key into the lock, the door opened from the inside.Wendy stood in the doorway, wearing my favorite beige loungewear. She held a pot of white gardenias that were about to bloom."Gardenias!" I blurted out, nearly dropping the cake box.The familiar aroma washed over me, and I reached out carefully to touch the white buds. The delicate texture of the petals beneath my finger brought back a certain memory. I recalled how Penelope had hurled my carefully nurtured jasmine out of the balcony."For you." Wendy leaned against the doorframe, the sunset showering her in gold.I looked at her, my throat tightening. "Are you sure?""Why wouldn't I be?" she replied with a smile as she took the cake box f
At the boarding gate, Wendy took out a small metal tin. "Peppermints," she said, unwrapping one. "Suck on it so that your ears won't hurt during takeoff."I popped it into my mouth and let the coolness spread across my tongue.As the plane began to move, she took my hand."Get some rest." She dimmed the reading light. "I'll wake you up when we land."Her lashes cast tiny shadows under the dim lights, reminding me of that fern at home that hated the sun.I closed my eyes and heard her softly tell the flight attendant, "Could you adjust the heat? My husband's afraid of the cold."Her voice had returned to her usual gentle tone.My phone buzzed in my pocket. I didn't need to check to know who it was. Penelope had sent her last message the night before. "How long do you think she'll put up with you?"I hadn't replied. At this moment, I decided to shove my phone to the bottom of my backpack.…When the morning light in Baurisse shone in through the curtains, I was watering the
As soon as Penelope, the heiress of the Rivera family, got divorced, the news spread through high society like wildfire."Have you heard? Penelope Rivera got divorced!""Of course. They just finished signing the papers last week.""Honestly, good for her. Marrying someone with autism? That's just setting herself up for misery. That guy can't even socialize like a normal human being, let alone run the family business.""Still, that's harsh of Penelope. I heard he's not in great shape. Now that they're divorced, no one's taking care of him.""You don't get it. Families like the Riveras can't tolerate a son-in-law who can't even attend a gala. This was bound to happen sooner or later.""The marriage should've ended long ago, actually. They're no match for each other. That's just asking for trouble."…Meanwhile, in the private lounge of Penelope's exclusive club, her childhood friend, Amanda Lane, burst into the room, holding her phone up."Penny! Look!" Amanda shoved the phone i