All Chapters of Terms and Conditions : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

EDMONDIt was interesting to know that all this madness started because some weirdo thought it was wise to invite me to Snuggle. I suspected Lucille. The circumstances also seemed to feel in the blanks. I hurt her. Lucille probably had a friend who was already hooked on the app and in a bid to help a friend, the friend probably invited Lucille to the app and caused her to cross parts with Tyrone. Then, in the spirit of giving, Lucille invited me to the app. But pondering about it a little bit more, I realized how impossible that was. Lucille still had a lot of anger when she visited the agency with Tyrone to discuss business. It almost felt like she was with Tyrone in a bid to make me jealous. My theory fell further apart when I realized how Lucille had reacted to the Instagram photo of May and me.As much as a part of me wanted it, it couldn’t be true. A lot of things went sideways when put together. However, there was no time to duel on the invitation puzzle piece. I looked at April

EDMONDI sat in my car, still reeling from the bitter encounter with my mother-in-law, April. The tension from our meeting left me seething with anger. The blasting air conditioner struggled to cool me down, but my frustration persisted. May deserved better than the toxic presence of that woman. April’s cutting remarks continued to echo in my mind, refusing to fade away. It was hard to believe that May had endured such negativity for eighteen long years.As I fastened my seatbelt, my intention was clear—I needed to distance myself from April. She was still in close proximity, and I couldn’t bear the weight of her presence any longer. My gaze wandered to the backdrop of the cafe where we had met, and something she had mentioned lingered in my thoughts. She had brought up Snuggle, a dating app she claimed to have been invited to. At that moment, I wondered if she had merely been trying to provoke me. In the short time I had spent with her, I had come to realize her knack for manipulatin

MAYWhen Takeout is routine, cooking becomes maths. I stood in the kitchen, surrounded by pots, pans, and ingredients. No. It was worse than maths. I took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to start cooking. It was my first time attempting a proper meal, and frankly, I was not even sure why I was doing this. To bring back a sense of control? Power? I did not know. What I did know was the idea of cooking something had dominated my mind since Mr. Walters left.Sushi. That was the meal. I carefully laid out all the ingredients on the counter: fresh fish, seaweed sheets, sticky rice, and an array of colorful vegetables. I had watched countless tutorials online, studying the techniques and trying to memorize the steps. How hard could it be?It however quickly became apparent how over my head I was. I struggled with shaping the rice, the sticky grains slipping through my fingers and sticking to everything except the nori sheets. Frustration settled in, but I reminded myself that ever

MAYI slowly opened my eyes, sensing the warmth of someone's breath over me. It smelt like mint. The toothpaste kind. When my vision cleared, I found Edmond leaning over me, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. It took me a moment to gather my senses and sit up.“Okay… What is going on?”"Good morning, sleepyhead," Edmond greeted, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I have a surprise for you."My sleep-fogged mind tried to catch up as I asked, "What is it?" Curiosity tinged my voice, wondering what could have him so excited. I grabbed my phone while I waited for his reply. One look at my lock screen and I had to ask. “You are late for work.”That is because I am not going.” he declared, "I want to take you shopping," There was eagerness in his voice. The kind a child whose family was going to Disneyland for the first time would have. "The opening of the Ivy estates is only a day away, and I couldn't help but notice that your wardrobe could use a little upgrade."My eyebrows shot u

MAYI was not the brightest, and Edmond Walters was not the easiest to read. But since he returned from his bathroom break, I realized that something was up with him. I could see it when he joined Tyrone Davidson to cut the ribbon to commemorate the opening of the Ivy Estates. I could see that worry in his eyes while pictures of us were being taken. I believed it must have been a daunting task that Snuggle had sent his way. But there was something else. Something that made that thought shrivel up and die. He kept moving me around. Like he was afraid to bump into someone.It had to be the woman who started it all. Lucille. I had seen her during the photo shoot. She was holding hands with Tyrone Davidson, the co-owner of the Estates. I had not been the only one whose eyes had wandered. She did not notice me. Scratch that, she did notice me, but she did not care enough to give me the time of day. There were, however, stolen moments when she and Edmond made eye contact. Those brief second