After revealing one of our secrets to one another, other people joined us to have a quick chat with me and Gavin. Half an hour turned into three hours without us knowing it. However, we didn’t say a word to one another after that, because of serious family confidentiality. It wasn’t that we weren’t eager to talk to one another; it was more like we didn’t get time to ask the next question. Out of the blue, people came to us to talk. Most of them were pointless. I didn’t care about the clothes or bags that these women were talking about. I was more eager to talk to Gavin.Surely, he wasn’t going to tell me more, but I just wanted to have a conversation with her. He didn’t need to tell me about his family or secrets; random talk would do too. It really had been a long time since I talked with someone this carelessly, although I had Selena in my life yet, I couldn’t discuss my family with her. That would be one big mistake if I carried away and told her the stuff that I shouldn’t.With Ga

Working as a manager at one of the world’s most famous restaurants was not as terrifying as I had imagined. The moment Gavin declared me the manager of “Fusion”, the restaurant I was working at for a week, the first thought that came across my mind wasn’t something I could say out loud in front of the public, but it turned out I was more comfortable here than all the other jobs I had had before.I worked as a waitress during high school as a part-timer for five years before landing a job in the Astor Empire. Even after getting the secretary post, when I was short of money, I sometimes worked on weekends as a waitress for some extra money. I didn’t like that job, but somehow I didn’t hate it either. I enjoyed bringing food to the people who were waiting at their table and seeing those beautifully decorated dishes inspired me to cook some amazing dinners from time to time.But this time it was different. This was my first time giving orders, or you could say managing a busy area, so eve

These days, Gavin was behaving differently for some unknown reason. The friendship that we created over the month with lots of laughter and mutual understanding somehow disappeared after last night’s dinner. He suddenly walked out of our dinner, didn’t come to our bed to sleep, and got out of the house without saying anything. Also, not eating breakfast at home or with me was out of his daily routine.Over the month, we, husband and wife, came to an understanding about ourselves, whether it was about our personal life or professional life. We both somehow managed to have breakfast and dinner, even if we were under a pile of work. It didn’t matter to us; the pressure of work was a tiny part of our lives that we vowed not to let become our lives even if there were a thousand other things we needed to do. The respect that we had for one another might have been another reason why I enjoyed being with Gavin so much, so much that I missed him when he didn’t come to bed last night. I felt ba

The funeral that we arranged for Mrs. Kennedy had little attendance. I thought about talking to Lauren about her relatives and family friends, but she wasn’t saying anything. The day doctors informed us about the death of her mum, she stopped talking to me or anyone. Her friend Selena tried to talk to her, asked her so many questions, attempted to feed her food, and sought her attention by saying she was dating someone, but Lauren didn’t respond.Lauren would prefer to stay in our bedroom, sometimes laying on the bed, looking over the window, or just sitting in the corner of the room with the lights off. She wasn’t acting strange; instead, she stopped doing anything. Whenever I took a glance at her, it felt like there was nothing left in her as if it wasn’t her mum who left the world; it was her whose life halted all of a sudden.For the past two days, I had been working from home. I couldn’t trust Lauren to leave her alone all by herself, knowing she could do anything without realizi

I was on my way to see the woman whom I was ready to strangle to death if I needed to.Everything had its limit, and if we tried to play with that, the blame was on us. No matter what the consequences were, we needed to face that without complaint. I assumed that was a basic unspoken rule that everyone in the world was aware of, but it turns out that my ex had nothing to do with it. The woman whom I knew almost all my life, who was my girlfriend for almost two decades was the one who didn’t have any knowledge of that, and for that, I was blaspheming myself.Celine was playing with fire. The fun part was that she knew that pretty well and still refused to back out of that. The route she tormented me was something only a child would do, but today what she did made me question her sanity.Was she even, in that sense, before doing something that she would never do even if she was full of three bottles of whiskey? The only thing I could make out about this entire situation was that someone