Beatrice
Edward smiles kindly, his eyes sparkle, and I can't resist the overwhelming charm of my ex-husband.
"But I want to talk about us, Beatrice," Edward insists.
"And our interview? That's why I came here, Edward."
"I have a good proposal to make."
Edward releases my hand, which he was still holding, and gets up from his chair, now sitting in the one next to mine, staring at me with renewed attention.
I was undecided about whether I wanted to know about this proposal. The last one I received was to be there, and I still wasn't sure if it was genuinely something positive for me.
"Aren't you going to ask what it is?" He
BeatriceThe dress I chose for dinner that night is one of the models that Janet insisted I buy one of the times we went out together. Janet used to complain a lot about how I dressed, which, according to her, was too modest and dull. Despite completely disagreeing with her, I ended up following her advice and changed my entire wardrobe.I decided to be daring that night, choosing a form-fitting dress that, despite reaching the knees, had a well-crafted neckline with plenty of transparency on both my chest and the back of the dress.I applied subtle makeup to soften the impact of the outfit and slipped into sky-high heels in the same color as the dress—black with golden details, matching the garment.Once ready, I glanced at myself in the closet mirro
EdwardI looked with great admiration at the beautiful woman in front of me, my wife Beatrice, and smiled along with her, remembering an episode from our childhood."Oh, Edward!" she complained, smiling. "You always managed to convince everyone of your innocence, even when you were the one responsible for our pranks."Beatrice let out a hearty laugh, looked around the pub, already quite empty at that hour, and frowned at me.“I think it's time for us to leave, Edward.” she pointed out, trying to wear a serious expression that didn't match the beautiful smile on her face.I look around, realizing that besides the two of us, there is only one more table occupied by another couple, and I conclude that s
BeatriceI arrived at the newspaper the morning after my dinner with Edward feeling guilty because there would be no article to publish. After all, I let myself be carried away by my ex-husband's charm and completely forgot the real reason for us being together.Now, when Mr. Smith calls me to his office, something I am sure he will do sooner or later, how will I explain that there is nothing? Not even a single answer to all the questions the media has been raising in recent days.Saying that I felt awful didn't define the state I was in at that moment as I entered my office at the newspaper and threw my bag on the chair in front of my desk.I turned on the computer, constantly waiting for a call from Lucy, Mr. Smith's secretary, to let me know that he was calling me into his office, nervousness taking over my entire being.The seconds passed, turning into minutes, and then hours, as I tried to work on some alternative material, a way to mitigate the fact that I hadn't secured the int
EdwardLunch with Beatrice didn't unfold exactly as I expected. I lamented how she was distancing herself more and more from me, without me being able to win her heart.The dinner from the night before wasn't a complete failure, but it also didn't go as planned. After leaving her house extremely irritated with my wife's refusal to talk, I managed to calm my mind and reconsider my inflexible position.I reflected calmly on how I could approach Beatrice again, preferably without giving her the chance to pull away, as she usually did. I remembered that the interview had not yet taken place. For this reason, that morning, I went to the newspaper to speak personally with Joel Smith.Although I had some relative success, as I managed to get Beatrice to agree to have lunch with me as planned, I made no further progress beyond that. I left the restaurant with another rejection from her.However, I could not accept what she insisted on repeating. I am sure it is not "too late" for us, and I wi
BeatriceI sighed resignedly, something I had been doing quite frequently in the past few days, and continued typing the article for the newspaper, featuring the exclusive interview with my ex-husband. It seemed like a tasteless joke, but it was my reality, and I needed to pretend that everything was fine and move on with my life, even though I felt that nothing was really as I would have liked.I was trying to live without Edward, to overcome the deep love I had always felt for him, but it became very difficult when the universe seemed to conspire against me, and even my boss assigned me a task like the one I had carried out that day.Optimistically, I believe that was the last time I had to be with Edward. I had made it clear that it was too late to try again when there was no turning back.
BeatriceEdward didn't know about my move, so I had to call and inform him about it. At the agreed time, Edward showed up at my house, and together we headed towards Kent. Contrary to his previous promises, he avoided answering my questions, changing the subject and even making some jokes to distract me.I expected this behavior from him since I knew him well enough to understand that he wasn't prone to confessions and conversations about himself. Therefore, I decided to simply enjoy the ride, appreciating the scenery and responding to occasional comments about our childhood and adolescence together.I had imagined that our arrival would cause some kind of stir among the people present, but I was completely wrong. Everyone acted as if they were unaware of our separation. Although I didn't appreciate being the subject of com
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
BeatriceThe next morning brought an unexpected emptiness. Opening my eyes, I found the space next to me in bed impeccably made. No sign of Edward. Uncertainty returned, and the doubt of whether he had or hadn't shared the bed with me on our first night of marriage hung in the air.I might as well go down for breakfast, maybe I'll find some answers. However, the loneliness at the carefully set table only reinforced the feeling that something was amiss. The reality of the morning after the wedding was far from what I had imagined.Each forkful felt heavy in my stomach, and the sound of utensils clinking against the plate echoed the emptiness I felt in that house. A mixture of disappointment and sadness seemed to suffocate my heart, a melancholy that I hadn't anticipated."Do you need anything else, ma'am?" Charles asked. "I can ask Mrs. Jeks to prepare something special for you.""No, thank you," I politely declined, indicating that I had finished.It was already past nine, and I assum