MasukAs soon as I get off the surgical table after my miscarriage, my husband, Presley Quinn, sends me a text message. "You were ten cents short when you paid your share of the power bill this month. Transfer the money to me immediately." I can only sit on the cold bench in the hospital on my own. The anesthesia has yet to wear out, but my belly is already hurting so much that I can practically feel it constricting on itself. The next thing I know, a new post appears on my social media homepage. It's a post made by Vivienne Ashford, the intern Presley is in charge of tutoring. In the photo, Vivienne can be seen holding a bouquet of flowers folded from money bills. A bright and radiant smile blooms on her face. The four-leaf clover necklace adorning her neck is the same necklace I've seen in Presley's purchase history two days ago. The caption of the photo writes, "I don't want a lot of money. I want a ton of love instead." Only then do I remember that today is Valentine's Day as well as my fifth-year anniversary with Presley. Over the past five years, Presley and I have been splitting every single bill, down to two decimal places. If I take a shower for more than 20 minutes, Presley demands that I pay extra for the water heater's power bill. When I cook myself some supper in the middle of the night, Presley wants me to split the gas bill generated by the stove. Even when my mom is hospitalized due to kidney failure and is waiting for her surgical bills to be settled, Presley refuses to lend me a single cent. Instead, he sends me a few links leading to web loans. As I stare at the social media feed, I chuckle all of a sudden. It turns out that Presley does know how to spend money. It's just that he doesn't have the heart to spend it on me. I smile once again as I leave a like on the post. Then, I transfer the ten cents to Presley. From now on, I don't owe him any single penny.
Lihat lebih banyakAfter that night, Presley disappeared. He stopped coming to the office, and he stopped showing up outside my apartment. The security guard told me he'd seemed to have vanished overnight.I simply nodded when I heard the news, as if I were listening to gossip about a stranger.Sometime later, I was on the phone with a former colleague from back in Bayton, and she brought him up in passing.She said that after I left, Presley had seemed to go off the rails. He cut things off completely with Vivienne, then quit his job and spent his time tracking down anyone who might know where I'd gone.At first, Vivienne thought her moment had finally arrived. She'd shown up at his place and started cooking for him, hoping to weasel her way in.Instead, he kicked her right out.She burst into tears, demanding to know what happened to wanting someone emotionally stable and low-maintenance.Presley stood in the doorway and delivered a single line. "Do you really think you're in the same league as
The second I stepped into the hallway, Presley straightened up.He looked as though he'd been waiting out there for a long time. His hands were red from the cold, and the chill of the night air clung to his hair.When he saw me stop, he immediately fumbled the thermos open and started offering me a portion of bisque with clumsy, hurried hands."Natalie, I made shrimp bisque. You used to love this back in the day, I remember. You just got off work, so have some while it's hot, okay?"Steam curled up from the thermos.Staring down at the thermos, I recalled the time I was burning up with a fever, lying helpless in bed, asking him to bring me a glass of warm water.He'd been in the middle of a game and hadn't even turned his head."Don't you have your own two hands? Stop being so dramatic," he'd said.Later, my fever had climbed to 103°F. I managed to drag myself up to stagger toward the kitchen, and I'd made it halfway there before my legs gave out, and I crouched on the floor,
It was a winter day in Norwell, and the city had gotten one of its rare snowfalls.I'd just walked out of the office with my assistant beside me, going over the next day's schedule, when the security guard at the door glanced toward the street and said quietly, "Ms. Vaughn, I think someone's here for you."I followed his gaze.A man was standing at the bottom of the office steps. He was wearing a wrinkled coat, his hair was a mess, and he had an unkempt stubble.There was a layer of snow collecting at his feet, and he'd lost a noticeable amount of weight.I stared at him for a couple of seconds before I realized who it was.It was Presley.He caught sight of me at the same moment. His eyes instantly reddened, and he practically stumbled forward, lunging up the steps."Natalie—"I stepped back on instinct, but he got his arms around me before I could move away.He held on tight, his arms trembling, as if he were terrified that I'd vanish if he loosened his grip."Natalie, I f
Things moved fast at the new company.The Norwell branch had just taken on a massive commercial development project, and the initial acquisition phase was a total disaster.The documentation was a chaotic mess, deadlines were already slipping, clients were breathing down our necks daily, and the different departments were busy playing hot potato, each refusing to take accountability.I was knee-deep in it by my second day on the job.I spent my days in back-to-back meetings, my evenings auditing files, and my nights hammering out details with the client.Over the course of three days, I barely clocked a dozen hours of sleep.When one was consumed by work, one simply didn't have the luxury of wallowing in grief. Or more accurately, there was no spare moment to keep turning the same rotten memories in one's mind.I stayed in a hotel for the first week. The day I signed the lease on my own apartment, the first thing I did was air the place out.I stripped the bedding, threw the cu






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