A Beautiful Misunderstanding Novelas e Histórias

I laugh under the driving rain, hand in hand with a stranger in red. Our eyes lock. Time seems to stretch, suspended in the crackling of the downpour. I see her pupils dilate slightly, her smile soften. She is breathtakingly beautiful. Not perfect. Alive. Intense. Real. My heart starts beating at a frantic pace, which has nothing to do with the dance.

He led me to the theater room before scrolling through all the movies we had before settling with beauty and the beast making me raise a brow and he blushed before shrugging as he got comfortable. The movie ended two and a half hours later and I looked down at Bennett as he smiled. He was breathtakingly beautiful. He was beauty in the sense that he was soft spoken, gentle and caring unlike me who was like the Beast who is rough, distant and uncaring. He was my beauty yet I was nothing to him and that hurt. Just because he accepted me doesn't mean that he belongs with me. I'm willing to let him go so he can ha-

Doubt warred with the overwhelming evidence that had just unfolded before me. Was there a misunderstanding? Could I have misinterpreted their words? But the image of that shadowy figure, the fear in Beauty’s eyes, the undeniable confirmation of her complicity in ruining my dress… it was all too real. Slowly, painfully, I forced myself to move. My feet felt heavy as I retraced my steps, leaving Beauty and the garden behind. The air felt thick, suffocating, poisoned by her betrayal. The cabin in the woods suddenly seemed less appealing. How could I seek answers from an old woman when my own heart was a locked box, overflowing with unanswered questions? I needed to understand. Why would Beauty

Seeing how outstanding this young woman was—her striking looks and elegant demeanor—he had mistaken her for the Seventh Miss he was supposed to pick up. Now, looking back, he realized how foolish he had been. The information from River County hadn’t mentioned anything about the Seventh Miss being a doctor. This young woman, with such remarkable medical skills, couldn’t possibly be the one he was looking for. If she were really the Seventh Miss, the Milton family wouldn’t have overlooked such an important detail. It was just that her silhouette from behind had been so similar that he’d acted impulsively. Seeing the misunderstanding cleared up, Amelia was about to walk away.

Author's Note Dear Reader, Welcome to Beautifully Unfaithful. This is a story about betrayal, but perhaps not in the way you expect. It is about a woman who spent years carrying everyone else's expectations while quietly starving inside. It is about grief that was never healed, love that became a weapon, and the devastating loneliness that can exist inside a marriage long before anyone walks away from it. Laurel Cruz Leonard is not a perfect heroine. She makes choices that many will question. Some will judge her. Others may understand her far too well.

“You have two beautiful children who need a whole mother. You’ve rebuilt your business. I’m just saying… don’t bleed again for a past that should be buried.” Fedora wiped the tears off her cheek, nodding slowly. But just as she ended the call, her phone buzzed again. Unknown Number. She stared at it. Then answered. “Hello?” A familiar, breezy voice poured through the line. “Fedora! It’s Beauty.” Fedora froze. “Oh… hi.” “I’ve been meaning to call,” Beauty said. “Listen, I was upset, yes. I mean… you touched my fiancé and called him by another man’s name in front of everyone. Awkward.”

They paid the bar on behalf of Beauty who had fallen asleep. Giveon assisted her as they took Beauty home. They sat in the back seat while Giveon drove. Beautiful eyes flutter open and for some seconds she thought she was seeing otherwise when she saw Mirabel by herself. “Is that you Mimi?” She asked. “Yes B, it’s me,” she replied. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I don’t hate you…” she slurred. “I… can… never… I hate you.” “I… was… just angry. I…. Miss you and I’m… sorry.” Those were all of the words that Mirabel was able to hear before Beauty started speaking incoherently and eventually fell asleep in Mirabel's arms.

"Please take a seat." I sat down, my mind racing. What do I do? Should I apologise? Explain me. Stay silent? "So, how are you feeling, Miss Brown?" he asked, leaning back in his chair, his tone casual but laced with amusement. "I-I..." I stammered, completely lost for words. "You seem nervous," he observed, leaning forward slightly. "I don’t appreciate that." I bit my lip again, looking down. Great, Isabella. Way to make things worse.

I woke up to the sound of my phone going off. I sat up, grabbing it, confused. No one had ever messaged me, and I didn't have friends. Picking it up, I opened the message. good morning, beautiful. I hope your day is as beautiful as you. a smile came to my face, my cheeks burning red as I felt a mix of things that I could quite put my finger on. morning who did you get my number? A few moments passed before my phone buzzed again with a response.