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GLOOMY

The walk to the café was supposed to take thirty-five minutes. I had been doing it for months now—every morning, to help with my weight loss journey. But this morning, I wasn’t thinking about any of that. All I had in my head was Mitch’s voice. "Let’s open our marriage."My feet moved on their own. Left. Right. Left. Right.My eyes stared straight ahead but saw nothing. The world was a blur of gray sidewalks, gray buildings, and gray sky. I didn’t notice the clouds gathering, nor the first drop of rain. Not until it started pouring heavily and people began running for cover. Some sprinted away, others held umbrellas over their heads, while a few ducked into doorways. And I just stood there, in the middle of the sidewalk, with no umbrella. I had been too lost in thought to check the weather before leaving the house. I looked around slowly and spotted a small awning outside a closed shop. Beneath it was a long bench with no one on it. I walked over, sat down, pulled

WHAT IS GOING ON?

I looked up to ask her name and where her parents were — but the little girl in the yellow raincoat was already running down the sidewalk, braids bouncing. “Wait!” I called. She didn't look back. I stared back at the note in my hand, then at the rose. That was strange. I read the note again. Maybe she mistook me for someone else. I was deep in thought, trying to figure out what just happened, when another voice interrupted my thoughts. “For you…” I almost jumped, startled. I looked up. It was a little boy this time, holding out a handful of colorful roses to me. Not a single rose this time. At this point I was so uncomfortable I wanted to run. I quickly looked around to make sure I wasn't being set up for something. “For you.” He said with a smile that showed he was missing a tooth. “For me?” I asked. “Are you sure?” He nodded. I took the flowers. “Thanks... who... who gave this to you?” He turned and ran away without answering my question. “

UNRECOGNIZABLE

"Gabi… Lena said we shouldn't refer to him as her anything… she’s married," Vivian informed her, since Gabi hadn’t come to work yesterday."I know she’s married. It was a joke. He seems fond of her… that’s why—"I cut her off."Don't joke like that with me, please. Marriage is not a joke.""Well, I apologize, jeez. Why are you so uptight today?" Gabi replied."Lena, do you know the biker guy has beautiful eyes?" Vivian whispered.What am I supposed to do with that message? I had a lot of things bothering me already.Julia cut in. "Give her some space, you two. Go back to work. There are customers to serve! And don’t go hawking around the biker guy!"The girls left, and Julia came closer to me, leaning in to whisper."In case you’re wondering, that’s him."She pointed to the corner of the room. My gaze followed and landed on someone in a black hoodie, a nose mask, and an all-black outfit."We didn’t recognize him at first. My goodness… he has some beautiful eyes. They’re not blue… not

GIGOLO

I jerked back, pulse thudding in my ears. His hand froze mid-air, then dropped slowly, though his intense eyes stayed locked on mine. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice low. “I should have asked first. May I touch your hair?” “No! Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” His gaze moved over my new haircut like he was admiring it. “Your new hair looks gorgeous. It frames your face so perfectly… it’s distracting. You look breathtaking, Lena. It suits you.” His eyes dropped to my hands. “And those nails… they’re beautiful.” I quickly tucked my fingers behind the bouquet I was holding, trying to hide how his words affected me. “As I was saying,” I continued, fighting to steady my voice, “if you keep coming here to harass me—” “Compliments aren’t harassment,” he murmured, taking a half-step closer. “They are when the other person has asked you to stop.” I took a step back. He followed, closing the distance with that quiet confidence that made my pulse race. “I did ask per

I'M LOSING IT

TARZAN'S POV I stood frozen on the sidewalk, watching her walk back to the café like she hadn’t just carved my chest open.Her words kept ringing in my ears, sharp and relentless.“Stay away from me… There’s nothing between us. Nothing ever will be.”My hand trembled as I dragged the nose mask down my face. Suddenly it felt like it was choking me. The air tasted bitter.Don’t say shit like that, Lena. Don’t fucking scare me. It’s not easy to ignore you. It’s never been easy. I looked up again. She was almost at the entrance now, her steps quick and guarded. “I am a married woman.” The reminder hit like a second slap. I never thought I’d envy any man—least of all the worthless bastard who got to call her his wife. But God… how lucky he is. I envy every breath he takes beside her. Every morning he wakes up to her face. Every time he gets to touch her hand, brush her hair, trace her cheek—things I’ve only ever dreamed about for years. She was supposed to be mine.

CRASH OUT

LENA'S POV What a day... I drifted through the rest of my shift like a shadow, barely present. Julia and the girls noticed. They gently pulled me aside and told me to take a break—they'd cover for me, they wouldn't say anything to the boss since she's still on maternity leave. I whispered a shaky "thank you," but I still felt terrible. I kept messing things up, dropping things, forgetting orders. My hands wouldn't stop trembling. Mitch said he wanted an answer when I got back... "Let's open our marriage." That statement kept echoing in my head in a heavy and painful way. I wondered if he had sent that biker guy on purpose, just to catch me doing something wrong... just to have a reason to push this awful idea. I shouldn't have talked to a man whose face I couldn't even see. It was silly of me. Stupid, really. Now, if he was working for Mitch, he will use it against me as an accusation for messing around too. Just when I thought we were finally getting better, he suggest

FRIENDS

The girls glanced at each other while Mitch sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose."Stop embarrassing my friends, Lena. They are here to celebrate with me. Why are you acting like they are criminals? These are young, harmless girls who came to celebrate with me."They kissed and sexually caressed him, licking his ears, and one was blowing him."Friends? You call them friends?! You are naked, Mitch! They are women half-naked in lingerie in our marital bedroom, having the cakes I baked on their bodies while you lick it off. How much disrespect will I swallow, Mitch? I want them gone! I am your wife! I need you to respect that. I have been a good wife, and this is what I get."He was staring at me like I had grown a second head."Lena, get to the kitchen and make me some nice food. That's what a good wife would do. Make something nice for me and my friends. They have been here since morning, hungry and working really hard to satisfy your husband in ways you never have. You see the wa

LOSE MY MIND

He didn’t soften. He didn’t even look sorry at all. Instead, his grip tightened painfully around my wrist as he yanked me up from the floor."Mitch...please...".“You disrespected me in front of those girls. What were you thinking? Am I not man enough to make you submit?” he shouted, his face inches from mine.I flinched hard, my free hand flying up to shield my face.“Mitch… I wasn’t trying to… I…” My voice trembled and broke.He dragged me toward the kitchen, and I stumbled after him, my heart hammering in my chest.“Mitch, please…” I begged, tears slipping down my cheeks again.“I said get to that kitchen and make something for me!”He shoved me forward. I hit the wall with my shoulder and turned back to look at him, eyes wide and wet.“This was supposed to be easy, Lena,” he said, his voice dropping low and cold. “Can you just quit this drama and be reasonable for once?”Then he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there.For a long moment, I couldn’t move. My chest tight

WHY LENA?

TARZAN'S POV I had followed her and watched her, as always. I saw the moment she stormed out of that house, tears flooding her face. I was there. I watched her stumble to the park. Watched her drink an entire bottle of vodka like it was water. It took everything in me not to go to her then. But I waited. Because I needed to see if the bastard would come for her. He didn't. So I decided to get her some flowers from the nearby flower shop. On my way back, the bench was empty. Then I saw her walking straight into the road, drunk. My blood turned to ice. I felt like my life flashed before my eyes. Suicide? I dropped the flowers and rushed over to her immediately. I ran as fast as I have never run in my entire life. She was about to step into the busy road when I grabbed her arm and yanked her backward—hard—just before her foot could touch the asphalt. She fell against me, and we crashed onto the sidewalk. Her back hit my chest, her head tucked under my chin. She was tremblin

POOR WRETCHED APARTMENT

When we finally reached the old abandoned house where I was supposed to be living for now, my personal guard, Damon, was already there waiting with two others. Seeing that I was trying to get her out of the car alone, he stepped forward to help. "Young master... may I...?" "Stand back," I ordered. She can be as heavy as she wants, but she's mine. I carried her myself. The two bodyguards at the entrance straightened immediately. "Boss!" "You two may get back to your positions." "Yes boss." They chorused. "Just like you asked, we have ordered the worst, wretched-looking wears and house equipment for your new place," May said. "Good." "Sorry if I may pry... but can you survive this place, sir? It's horrible... it's old and wretched." May asked, looking around the wretched apartment. "That shouldn't worry you, May. I want you to keep an eye on everyone on the list." "Yes sir," she replied. I entered the small apartment and laid her down on the foam mattress on the floor.

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