Rejected by the Tycoon

BeatriceThe morning sun gilded the stone paths leading to the imposing church. As my heart beats rapidly, I approach the church entrance. I grip the arm of my dear father, concerned that the groom may not be waiting for me at the altar.Three long years had passed since the last time I saw Edward Maddock. And now, here I am, ready to seal our fate in a marriage that, despite being formalized by a contract, carries the promise of a life together.With each step towards the church, my pulse quickens, my heart pounding like a drum announcing the unknown. The soft music fills the air, accompanying the rhythmic beat of my chest. And then, I see him.Edward stands next to the priest, imposing in his dark tailcoat, the epitome of elegance and masculinity that always impressed me. His dark hair is meticulously combed, his forehead slightly furrowed as he gazes ahead. I hold my breath, feeling a lump in my throat at the sight of him there, waiting for me.Relief washes over me as I realize my

BeatriceAfter a month of marriage, the situation with Edward hasn't changed. He continues to act politely but seems to maintain an invisible distance between us. We share the same room and bed, but he has never tried to get closer. Instead, he always locks himself in the library late into the night, always claiming work. It seems like he's avoiding me.It saddens me, but I can't talk about it with my family or friends. My mother was against our marriage from the start, as she disagreed with the idea of the contract, and admitting that it's been a disappointment would confirm what she tried to warn me about. Additionally, my father is ill, so there are already enough concerns at home. I don't want to add more problems. So, I smile and pretend everything is fine when, in reality, I feel very alone.Abigail, Edward's sister and my true friend called me that afternoon. She was passing through London and came to visit me. I was so happy with the news. She has always been a dear friend, an

BeatriceI gazed at the wardrobe crammed with luxurious clothes, all from the most renowned brands, the epitome of what money could acquire, yet none of it would be viable to take with me. I packed in the suitcase only the items I had brought to that residence a year ago.Unlike that day when I arrived with a heart full of love and hope, now all that remained in my chest was bitterness and pain; I was about to distance myself from that house, which had never truly been my home.After over a year of a frustrating marriage, in which I never truly experienced what it was to be loved by my husband, I made the difficult decision to end that doomed relationship where only one person fought for the couple's happiness, and that person was me. From this moment forward, Edward would no longer be part of my life, just as I would not be a part of his, and each of us would go our separate ways. With this perspective, I dismissed all the mansion staff that afternoon and awaited my husband's arrival

BeatriceSurprisingly, I quickly found an excellent job opportunity. I had sent out several resumes and contacted friends I had studied with at university, so when I received a call inviting me for an interview at a nationwide newspaper, I was thrilled to see my efforts rewarded so quickly. Staying at home was not an option, especially when my friends were together. Janet and Charles, her husband, being together made me feel affected by the love they showed each other. It's hard to understand why my marriage went so wrong. So, when I was selected for the position at the Daily News, I was thrilled, not just for the job but also for the great offer I received.Just five days after filing for divorce, I was starting work at the Daily News. I worked in the newspaper's gossip column, in the entertainment section, something I would need to adapt to. Although I didn't exactly like topics related to famous people, I needed that job to get out of the melancholy I was in. I didn't mind the fact

Beatrice Now that I found myself in the ballroom, a strong suspicion hung over me: the looks directed at me seemed full of speculation, focusing mainly on my companion, Andrew. Regret began to creep in, generating growing discomfort.I was seriously considering the idea of stepping back and leaving as quickly as possible. However, Andrew had the sensitivity to sense my apprehension. With a simple glance in my direction, he dispelled my concerns. He was by my side, and that was what truly mattered.That message conveyed in our exchanged glances filled me with the courage to continue, facing the curious looks around us. We walked together, our hands intertwined, and Andrew greeted various people along the way. The way people treated him made it clear that their respect and the pursuit of his attention were not simply due to h