I arrived at the mall and quickly made my way to buy a bottle of wine and some chocolate cake chips. I wanted to celebrate my new store, but I knew I couldn't do it alone.With excitement, I reached for my phone and dialed Drew's number. "Hey, what's up?" I said, trying to contain my enthusiasm."I'm fine… What's got you so excited?" Drew asked over the phone.Feeling eager for his response, I asked, "Are you free this afternoon?""Unfortunately, I'm having lunch at Evie's," Drew said with regret in his voice."Oh, yeah, sure. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," I replied, trying to hide my disappointment."Brielle, it's not okay," Drew interrupted, but before he could finish, I abruptly ended the call.I couldn't shake off the feeling of hurt and jealousy. Evie deserved Drew more than I did; I was just a gold digger. It seemed that Drew deserved someone better than me.We finished up at the mall and headed to the mansion. I wasn't happy, but I knew there wasn't much I could do. Des

We stayed with Drew that night and left early in the morning. As soon as we got home I went straight to bed, I was really exhausted.I was about to close my eyes to slump into a deep sleep. I was on the brink of exhaustion, my body yearning for rest.Every part of my muscle ached, my eyelids were heavy with fatigue. Then the insistent ringing of my phone jolted me awake. I groaned, as I reached for my phone and squinted at the caller ID. It was Evie."Hey," I said in a tired voice, trying to sound as alert as possible. "I haven't heard from Drew since he dropped me off last night after our date," she said in a worried tone."I'm sorry, Evie. I probably should have called you earlier," I replied, my voice more composed now."You're scaring me, Brielle. What happened??" she asked frantically, her voice full of concern."Drew was in an accident," I said and paused, waiting for her reaction. I could hear her gasp in shock, and her breathing became shallow."Thankfully, it wasn't fatal,

I left the room almost immediately Drew pecked Evie's hand. I couldn't bear it, they didn't notice me step out.I went to the water dispenser in the hospital and took a drink. My head was banging, thoughts of Ignacio, thoughts of Evie being with Drew, everything kept playing on replay in my head.As I reached for my phone, I noticed a vibration emanating from it. Glancing down, I saw that it was a message from my interior designer. "I regret to inform you that I'll be occupied tomorrow and won't be available for some time," the text read.I sighed, feeling a twinge of disappointment. I had been counting on her assistance to set up my new store before my husband Ignacio arrived in town. He had always been eager to see my designs, and I knew he wouldn't be satisfied until he saw the finished product.I felt frustrated by my interior designer's sudden absence. It seemed like she was abandoning me just when I needed her the most. I wondered what had prompted her to cancel our plans and

I arrived at the supermarket and decided to purchase ingredients for a comforting bowl of chicken noodle soup. It was a classic dish frequently prepared for individuals on the mend. I perused the aisles, carefully selecting each ingredient necessary to prepare the perfect chicken noodle soup. I selected plump carrots, fresh celery, and flavorful onions, envisioning the perfect balance of aromas and flavors in my soup. Next, I carefully examined the dried pasta options, opting for the smooth and tender texture of chicken noodles. Finally, I made my way to the spices section, selecting just the right amount of fragrant thyme and bay leaves to add depth to my soup's flavor. With each ingredient carefully chosen, I was confident that my chicken noodle soup would be nothing short of perfection.In addition to the essential vegetables and spices, I picked up some fresh chicken and a jar of mayonnaise to use as a marinade.With a light chuckle, I acknowledged the challenge that lay ahead

As I stepped out of the kitchen with Drew's soup, I saw Cullen's driver waiting by the door. With a reassuring smile, I approached him and said, "Don't worry, I'll drive myself to the hospital."He seemed hesitant and said, "But Miss, Mr. Cullen specifically instructed me to drive you there."I shook my head and replied, "I appreciate your concern, but I'll be fine. Tell Cullen I insisted."The driver nodded and stepped aside, allowing me to pass. With the soup in one hand and the car keys in the other, I made my way to the garage and drove off to the hospital. As I parked my car and stepped out, I noticed some individuals in the parking lot were staring at me. It seemed as though they were questioning my fit, giving me a disapproving "why are you dressed up like a gangsta" look. However, their gazes didn't bother me in the slightest. In fact, I welcomed the attention and was perfectly at ease with it, leaving them to deal with their own perceptions.As I made my way into the hospi