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Beatrice I sighed resignedly, something I had been doing quite frequently in the past few days, and continued typing the article for the newspaper, featuring the exclusive interview with my ex-husband. It seemed like a tasteless joke, but it was my reality, and I needed to pretend that everything was fine and move on with my life, even though I felt that nothing was really as I would have liked.I was trying to live without Edward, to overcome the deep love I had always felt for him, but it became very difficult when the universe seemed to conspire against me, and even my boss assigned me a task like the one I had carried out that day. Optimistically, I believe that was the last time I had to be with Edward. I had made it clear that it was too late to try again when there was no turning back.

Edward I wasn't aware of Beatrice's move, and when I came to pick her up at her new home, she was already waiting for me outside, without even inviting me in. A discomfort hung in the air as if there was an invisible barrier between us.On the way back from Kent, before I could open the car door for my wife, she was already getting out hastily. I noticed her hurry and commented:"You seem in a rush."I followed her towards the door of her house, trying to understand what was happening. Beatrice looked at me with a displeased expression that deeply bothered me. As she took out the keys from her purse, she said with some coldness:"There's no reason to prolong our conversation, Edward."

Beatrice My life was taking unexpected turns, and work was no exception. Mr. Joel Smith, who had promised me the interview with Edward, had not fulfilled his part of the agreement. I was still stuck in my position as a gossip columnist for the newspaper. The disappointment in this situation was starting to affect me.I was surprised again when my boss called me into his office. He assigned me a task that I initially rejected with determination.“I believe you understand that you work for my newspaper and, for that reason, need to fulfill the requests that are part of your responsibilities, Beatrice” Mr. Smith said, using his authority to press me.His authoritarian stance didn't please me, but I knew that as an employee of the newspaper, it was my duty to meet the de

BeatriceI looked around my room, still stunned by everything that had happened in the last few hours. Reflecting on the speed of the changes that unfolded.However, I chose not to analyze anything at that moment. I was overcome with a happiness I hadn't experienced in a long time, and that feeling was what mattered. After all, Edward was my husband, we were legally married, and there was nothing wrong with what we were doing.With excitement coursing through my body, I finally got out of bed and went in search of something to wear for our dinner. I knew Edward would return to the room soon, and some intuition told me that he was telling the truth when he said that if I stayed lying down, we wouldn't leave the house that day.Unlike the last time we shared dinner, Edward took me to one of his favorite restaurants, an extremely luxurious place frequented only by London's highest elite. When we entered the restaurant, I noticed discreet glances turned in our direction. However, it didn'

Edward A sense of total disbelief overcame me as I watched Beatrice simply leave the restaurant, giving me no explanation. She left me standing there alone, after the unfortunate way Louise questioned our relationship. Beatrice had never done anything like this before, and I could never have imagined that she would be capable of such an act.Despite feeling extremely irritated with her actions, I couldn't entirely say that she was wrong to do so. Louise had crossed all boundaries, questioning me in that way about something that was none of her business.“Why are you looking at me with that angry face, mon chéri?” Louise dares to ask me, pretending to be clueless.“Don't play dumb, Louise; it doesn't suit you. I must say I'm quite disappointed with your a