Eloise:
Body pressed against the wall, Charlotte’s leg crossed around my husband’s back, their lips locked as they made very ungodly sounds. My eyes watered as I tried my best to believe what I was seeing in front of me. This was the reason he had handed me a divorce today? She was the one, what could I have expected, I never was the one for him in the first place. I had known Edward to be a chronic womanizer and it shouldn’t have come as a shock to me but it did because he had dropped his womanizing habit the moment he was left to cater for the Basset industry and lately he had become the best husband a woman would want. Ever loving and so protective that I had the guts to fall for him ten times more but right now my heart was broken as I watched them still locked as they ate themselves up. “Edward..” I had wanted to run but I found myself walking into the room. “She’s the reason? She’s the reason why you’re ending things with me.” My voice cracked as I spoke, my eyes filled with so many tears that I was trying so hard to hold in. He looked me dead in the eyes, no remorse, no anger, no fear, nothing, as impassive as always. “You knew the day was going to come, Eloise. This has nothing to do with Charlotte.” “The day didn’t come a year ago when we were supposed to end this marriage, it came today, it came when things were getting better.” I wasn’t one to yell at the top of my voice but I found myself doing that because of a man and I hated it so much. I looked at Charlotte, she was everything a man would want, grey seductive eyes, well structured oval face and the perfect body while I on the other hand was a simple girl with no exciting facial features aside from my beautiful plump lips. “Eloise, from the start you knew you had no chance. I mean you were just his lowlife secretary who was available to do the job of being his wife when I wasn’t there and now I’m here and it’s time you pack your things and leave.” “At least I was there for him when he needed me, I was by his side when things were hard while you ran away.” I took a step backwards, my heart was so heavy and I felt like I would pass out any moment from now. “You should leave, Eloise. We have a guest downstairs.” He stated, just like he’d always spoken to me when I was his secretary. “Is this what you want, Edward? You want me out of your life for good?” I had wiped my eyes and I had given him the straightest face ever but my heart cried out that he wanted me as I waited for his response. For a minute, I thought he looked torn or devastated, his eyes held something I couldn’t tell if it was pain or confusion but he held Charlotte tighter and he looked at her with so much awe, he would never look at me like that. He had never, if he ever looked at me with admiration it was because he was grateful that I could substitute for Charlotte. I needed no one to tell me the truth. Even if Edward did love me he would never love me the way he loves her. I was nobody to him. “I’ll sign the papers and I'll have my lawyer contact you after today.” With that, I walked out of the room, I rushed into my room, picked up the papers on my bed, I signed the papers with a heavy heart and I left them in my room. I picked up my purse and without a second thought, I walked out from Edward’s penthouse. As I walked out of the reception of our building, I tried so hard to keep a straight face. It would be over soon, all of this. ~~ A part of me had wanted all of this to be a lie, a prank probably. Edward would come to me and tell me he had come to his senses and he wanted me. I would be mad for a few days but we would sort things out. The thought of being alone again was traumatizing and I would do anything not to face that. All of my thoughts were left as thoughts and the memories were left to be kept forever as I walked out of the court with only my bag hanging on my shoulder and my father’s name back as my surname. It was the day of our hearing after three weeks of the abrupt divorce and I thought that it was a joke but it wasn’t, Edward didn’t even spare me a glance, he didn’t try to talk to me. He really wanted this. The court had declared our marriage annulled and it was over between us and it hurt so much. It was over, I watched Edward get into the car with Charlotte by his side, while I hailed a cab in front of the court and got in, too stunned to speak, tears perched at the corner of my eye and I tried so hard to blink them back. I reached my hotel room, picked up my bag, and left, I had a flight to catch. Three weeks ago, I had thought that my husband was going to confess his love to me but instead he asked for a divorce and today I arrived in Paris with no plan of going back, only plans of moving on. I had been to Paris a few times when I was still Edward’s secretary and I speak very fluent French, I had always wanted to spend more time in Paris so here was the opportunity. As the driver loaded my luggage in the trunk of his car, a wave of dizziness hit me and I sighed. I was so tired from my flight and I needed to rest. I got into the back seat and he drove me straight to my hotel.Eloise’s pov“Truth or dare?” the woman in red said, her lips turned up as if she already knew which I was going to pick.“Truth,” I said, quietly.A few curious eyebrows went up, but they asked easy questions. Where was I from? I told them.The game went on, and a few of them did dares and touched themselves while I watched in disgust. I wondered if this was what they did at rich people’s parties. Act like animals and call it entertainment.The next round was on me as I still chose what I had chosen before. 'Truth.'They didn’t like it but I didn’t care. They asked for my deepest darkest fear and I gave them the most surface answer that anyone could ever imagine. “To fall while wearing a new heel.”That had them snickering but they moved on and when the bottle landed on me for the third time, I chose truth again.This time, they were not happy about this as it looked like I was ruining their game.Oscar leaned back, his hand on his thigh and the edges of his voice slightly sharp. “Yo
Eloise’s pov“Can we not do that for now?” I smiled and kept my eyes out the window.”Oscar glanced at me from the driver’s seat, then eased a little nearer as though he couldn’t stand all that silence. “Tell me something,” he said, not unkindly. “When are you going to stop this game of who can outquiet the other and at least let me in on what’s going on in your life?”I turned my head slightly, not enough to fully look at him. “Nope. You keep talking. You’re good at it.”“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, a bit offended at it.“I’m sorry if that showed up wrong. I just… I just meant that your stories are amazing, why stop and listen to my boring ones?”“Are you always this mysterious?”“There’s nothing mysterious about me. It’s just that I don’t want to talk. That’s all.”“Oh come on Eloise. You really need to give me something to work with here.”I didn’t say anything as Oscar was silent for a moment. I thought maybe he'd dropped it. But nope.“Fine,” he said. “You don’t want
Eloise’s pov“I needed air,” I muttered.She narrowed her eyes. “For thirty minutes?”I shrugged. “Maybe I needed a storm instead.”Sandra didn’t push. She nodded and she started to talk about random things.“What dish do we do next?”“Maybe gnocchi for the weekend crowd,” I said. “You know, the one with the blistered cherry tomatoes?”Sandra perked up. “Ooh, yes! We could top it with that lemon ricotta…”I smiled. It was faint, but real. Sometimes the only peace I got was talking about recipes. Ingredients didn’t judge you. They just became whatever you turned them into.We were mid-discussion when I heard the knock… no, more like a tap, on the kitchen service window. I frowned, walked over, and slid it open.Oscar’s face grinned back at me like he was the headline in a romcom. “Hey, chef.”I blinked. “What the hell are you doing?”He gave a charming smile. “Can’t a man come say hi to his favorite genius?”I rolled my eyes. “You’re really going all in on the charm, huh?”Oscar just
Edward’s povI just wanted to get to the elevator.That was all. Nothing fancy. Just thirty seconds of peace.But the moment I turned the corner, there he was—Oscar Monroe. Grinning like he owned the damn building.“Edward!” he called out, like we were old college buddies and not two guys barely tolerating each other for the sake of a bottom line.I stopped and looked at him for a while before taking in deep breaths.“Oscar,” I acknowledged him.“Just wanted to say—your chefs? Top tier,” he said, clapping his hands together once. “That duck confit at lunch? Blew me away.”I gave him a tight nod. “Glad to hear.”He walked up beside me, clearly not picking up on the fact that I wasn’t in the mood. “Didn’t think you had it in you to pull together something that good. Figured your kitchen would be all form, no flavor.”“Nice to know your standards are so low,” I muttered as I hit the elevator button. Harder than I needed to.Oscar laughed. “You really know how to throw a low jab huh?”“Y
Edward’s povThe door slammed. It was like she had vanished all over again.I didn’t move. I couldn’t move as I stood there in shock.My ears were still ringing from her voice. From the way she said “I loved you too” without turning around. Like it cost her something. Like saying it out loud made it real in a way she didn’t want it to be.I ran a hand down my face.Jesus Christ. What the fuck had I done?I had lost the one good woman in my life and all because I wasn’t man enough to tell her what the true excuse was.I remembered the past.She used to hum when she cooked. Always out of tune, always soft. It hit me now that since she started working here she has not been humming.The worst part? She’d tried. All the time. She brought me coffee when I forgot to eat. She ironed my clothes and she even helped me set my entire life straight. And what did I pay her with?Distance. Excuses. Charlotte.I closed my eyes.It wasn’t even about Charlotte anymore. This was about me and what I had
Edward’s pov“I didn’t know how to be close to someone who actually saw me,” I said. “Charlotte saw the polished version. The headlines. You? You saw the whole mess. And I didn’t know what to do with that kind of grace.”I sighed and looked at my hands. “Every damn day. I thought about how you’d hum when you cooked. How you wore those oversized hoodies around the apartment. How you asked me once if I ever cried as a kid.”She flinched. “Work didn’t erase you. It just… muted everything else,” she admitted. “I kept throwing myself into meetings and projects because it was easier than going home to someone I felt so unworthy of.”The words fell out faster now. Like they’d been dying to get out.“I wasn’t some heartless bastard you know and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that way. I was fucking terrified. Of loving you. Of losing you. Of needing you too much. And yeah, I screwed up. I pushed you away. But I never, never cheated on you.”Eloise really looked at me then. Her arms dropp