The Woman From That Night Romane & Geschichten

He said and I didn’t turn immediately. “Start with the interesting one.” Darius exhaled slowly, as though he had expected that answer. “She arrived today.” That made me turn immediately. “Confirmed?” “Yes.” He placed a small tablet on the desk and the security footage glowed faintly on the screen. A woman stepped out of a vehicle in front of Moonfall Tower. She was putting on a dark coat, her cap was pulled low and her face was partially hidden. I recognized her as Christine. My eyes remained on the screen. The woman standing in that image didn’t look like someone who had just been abandoned at a mating ceremony.

She threw the phone onto the coffee table before me, the screen still showing the photos I'd posted online. "Why did you do this? Adam is innocent! He was just having a bad day, and all I did was go over to have a drink with him! Nothing else happened between us!" I looked up at her calmly. "Nothing happened? Then why was he lying on our bed in our home? And why would you be holding me while moaning his name aloud all night long?" Stella's face turned redder than a beet, as though someone was choking her. She probably didn't think that I'd heard everything.

Still standing in this room, in this life, in this marriage that was broken and being slowly and imperfectly rebuilt by two people who were learning, finally, to be honest with each other. She was still standing. And for the first time in a very long time she felt, underneath the exhaustion and the grief and the complicated unfinished work of everything ahead, the particular quiet satisfaction of a woman who knows exactly where she stands. On her own ground. Claiming it. Refusing to be moved from it. That was enough for tonight. Tomorrow would ask its own things of her. Tonight she stood at her window in the dark and she was present and she was whole and she was hers.

It was a good thing the presentation was over, she hastily greeted everyone and made her hurried exit. She took a deep breath of relief as she got to her office, she tensed as the harsh reality dawned on her: she would be sharing this office with Colts same way she shared it with her ex boss. Well, this is exactly what she got from listening to her sister’s advice. She was sure going to strangle her when she gets home, but for now, she had to deal with her problem, endless thoughts flooded through her brain, she was definitely on a hot sit. She could hear fate laughing at her as hear crawled up her neck, her fervent prayer was for her new boss not to recognize her from that night. Who would

" What are you talking about?" "you know exactly what I am talking about, you were out with a woman last night having fun and I was here worrying my ass down about your whereabouts". she voice out angrily. " What woman are you talking about? I--" he got interrupted by an incoming message from his phone, he brought out the phone and clicked on the message as the photo of himself and the lady he helped last night appeared where he carried her in his arms "What is the meaning of this?". he questioned confusedly and stare at Maya." I didn't do anything with her, I only help to one of the lounges because she fell unconscious, someone took the wrong photo of us".

It was already past midnight, and I still hadn’t eaten. Despite the current time, there was still a huge crowd inside and outside of Greyson’s bar since this is a nightclub. “Uhm, excuse me? Don’t you want to get in?” asked by a woman’s voice from behind. I didn’t need to turn around to see who it was since she stood right beside me, holding onto a piece of cigarette that she was lighting up. I shook my head. “I’ve been inside for hours. Thanks for the concern.” She gave me a tender smile before breaking our eye contact to focus on her smoking.

Anyway, she had a video of what she had done with William, so she wasn't afraid of him. "I came here especially for you. You forgot our past, but I didn't. I just came here to remind you about it today. How do you feel after we've rekindled the flames of our past?" Leonard had learnt a lot of information from what she had said. After all, Aerial Nightclub belonged to the Gurney family. Did that mean that this woman was a daughter of the Gurney family? Furthermore, she said that they had rekindled the flames of their past. Did that mean that she used to be in a relationship with William?

And then I saw her. Legs crossed like she owned the damn place, champagne flute in hand, lips painted a venomous red. The woman from last night’s footage. She looked up from the tablet she held—my tablet, the one I left charging near the kitchen. “Ah, finally,” she said. “The sleeping beauty awakens.” I didn’t lower the crystal. “You have ten seconds to tell me who the hell you are before I turn your face into a puzzle.” She laughed softly, like I had said something charming at brunch.

There was this familiarity I felt when I came closer to her. We stood still for a moment like it was some sort of staring competition. I tried to find my speech but all of a sudden I didn’t know what to say. Just then, my phone rang, distracting me for a while as I pulled it out of my tuxedo’s pocket. It was Fiona. “What did she want this time?” I cursed under my breath. When I lifted my eyes, the mysterious woman had gone away. I tried searching for a while but couldn’t find her, so I picked up the call.