~The Next Morning~ As Theo advised, Aurora headed to Arthur’s room still in the clothes she wore the previous night. Theo already told her the suit he planted the wiretap already. Getting to his room, she opened the door and walked in to find him dressing up. TtyHe turned to look at who it was, and when he saw it was her, he heaved a sigh and looked away. “Good morning.” Aurora greeted with a faint smile, but Arthur ignored her. He kept buttoning up his shirt in front of the mirror. Aurora moved close to him, fiddling her fingers. “About yesterday…” “We don’t have to talk about it. I need to get to work.” He muttered, still not looking at her. “We do need to talk about it.” She moved closer and stood in front of him. “I’m sorry, Arthur.” She uttered in a low and remorseful manner, causing him to finally look at her. “What exactly are you sorry for? That you came home late and drunk? That you left me worried sick about you? Or that you started saying things you shouldn’t say?”

On Arthur’s way home, he kept recalling what the therapist had told him to do. He had to forgive Anita and move on, and this wasn’t going to be so easy. He had to train himself not to be so mad at her when she appeared. ‘But how will I do this? Setting my eyes on her makes me hate her every single time!’ Arthur yelled in his head, hitting the steering in anger. He let out a deep sigh as he tried to calm himself down. “You can’t keep using Aurora, Mr Arthur. It isn't good to distract yourself with a romantic relationship or it won’t end well, we’ll have to start from the very beginning because, in the end, one of you will get hurt. “You need to be sure she isn’t just a distraction, and if she is, you should try to take things slow.” The words of Mr Richard came to him again. He began to think of ways to take things slow, but it was all cloudy. ‘She doesn’t want to be a girlfriend for a long time. She wants me to marry her, but how can I do this when I’m asked to take things slow

The next day, Arthur went to his office feeling so much better. He felt relieved that Aurora now knew how he truly felt, and he didn’t have to deceive himself, pretending to reciprocate her feelings. She was right, he had to work on himself, and that was exactly what he was going to do. Work on himself, and get rid of Anita totally from his life, then he could heal, forgive, and then fall in love. This seemed like so many ladders for Arthur to climb, and the thought of it wore him out. ‘All these because of that manipulative woman.’ Getting to his office, he met Anita sitting in front of his office again. ‘Is she this jobless?’ He wondered, staring at her from afar. She wore a short pink dress, her flowy long hair dropped down her shoulders, and her canvas shoes were white. In her bag was a bag which she placed on her legs as she waited. Arthur let out a sigh and walked to his office door, alerting Anita. She sprang to her feet immediately after she saw him, holding onto the bag

‼️NOTE‼️DOMESTIC VIOLENCE/ASSAULT Please skip if sensitive Arthur finished his work at around 8:30 p.m. and started preparing to go home. As he cleared his table, his eyes fell on the empty bowl on his desk. He couldn’t believe he actually finished the biscuits Anita made for him. ‘But that doesn’t mean anything. I was hungry and had to eat something.’ He thought, picking up the bowl and throwing it into the trash can. On his way out of the office, he finally took a look at his phone after a long day and saw several missed calls from Derick. Also, there were missed calls from the recent phone number Anita used to reach out to him. “What the hell. Why are there so many missed calls from Derick?” He mumbled in surprise. Hopping into his car, he clicked on Derick’s phone number and put his phone on speaker. Gunning his engine, he made his way out of the parking lot, waiting for Derick to pick up. Derick finally answered the phone after he recalled his phone number about three t

Derick opened his eyes and found himself in one of Arthur’s rooms. He cleaned his eyes and got out of bed, heading out of the room. He could hardly lift his legs without his head hurting. He dragged his feet to Arthur’s room and knocked on the door. “Arthur?” He called out, and almost immediately, the door opened, showing Arthur who was busy wearing his shirt. “You’re up…” Arthur muttered, walking away from the door. Derick walked into the room, letting out a loud yawn. “About yesterday. Thank you. I just had to…” “You didn’t have to, man. Don’t give flimsy excuses.” “Carter left because of my parents again. Two days before the proposal I already planned. I have tried to reach him since then, but his number isn’t reachable. I’m so broken!” Derick muttered, lying flat on his bed. “Your parents? They showed up?” “Yes. With Betty, claiming I have a child. A three-year-old child that I had zero idea about.” “What? How is that even possible?” “We had sex once. Betty and I, one ni