AndrewSince the moment Beatrice joined the newspaper owned by my father, of which I am the sole heir, her difficulty in keeping up with the frenetic pace of high society news and the approach used to attract readers to this column was evident. However, every day, she adapted better, flourishing in all directions, and surpassing even my expectations. Her ability to ask questions, in a non-invasive manner, captivates those she is interviewing.But, from the very moment I set eyes on Beatrice, I was captivated by her shyness, which made her blush when I offered my help in case she felt lost in her new job at the newspaper. Her gray eyes avoided mine as I tried to admire her stunning beauty, completely mesmerized by the newest member of the team.Over time, I realized how naturally timid and reserved she was. I deduced that she had been raised traditionally. As we grew closer, she shared a bit of her past, and I was surprised to learn that she had been married before. However, this didn'
BeatriceNow 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
BeatriceWhen we arrived in front of my friend's house, Andrew circled the car and opened the door for me, demonstrating his kindness once again. I couldn't stay angry with him; after all, he had taken me to the party with the best intentions."Thank you for everything, Andrew," I expressed gratitude, already outside the car.He cleared his throat, indicating that he wanted to say something but was embarrassed. I waited in anticipation."I... um-hum!" Andrew started, trying to find the words. "You look beautiful, Beatrice."I was surprised to realize what he wanted to say."Oh!" I responded, taken aback. "Thank you!""I wanted to tell you that
EdwardI felt my jaw tense with frustration as I looked out the window of my office and remembered the night of the gala. The memories of Saturday night were still very fresh in my mind.On that night, I was accompanied by Mila Durant, a beautiful French model I had recently met. We were enveloped in an atmosphere of luxury and sophistication, surrounded by a crowd of familiar faces from high society. But among all those familiar faces, there was one I didn't expect to see: Beatrice.I relived once again all the feelings that flooded me when I spotted Beatrice at the ball. My heart even gave an unpleasant leap. The last time I had seen her before that was when our marriage was crumbling, and to think that at the party, she was radiant, elegantly dressed, and simply stunning. She was in the company of Joel Smith's son, the influential owner of the newspaper where my ex-wife now works.I felt a deep discomfort in my chest. Seeing Beatrice there, splendid and well-accompanied, stirred my
BeatriceThe next day, close to the end of the workday, Andrew sent me a message informing me that he needed to leave London to attend to some important business and had to cancel our meeting."I can't believe he's canceling our commitment at the last minute like this!" I muttered to myself, the indignation making me sigh in frustration.It seemed that Andrew and Edward were alike, prioritizing their important businesses, and to sum it up, I wasn't a priority in the life of my new suitor.I was lost in these thoughts as I left the newspaper office, and it took me a moment to recognize the man standing next to the luxurious car on the same street where I was now walking."Edward!" I said."How are you, Beatrice?" he asked in an extremely cynical tone, a smirk on his lips. "I hope you're well.""What are you doing here?" I didn't answer his question because I felt lost. What was Edward doing there? He also didn't respond to my inquiries and approached me with large steps, getting very c
AndrewDue to some urgent business, I ended up canceling my meeting with Beatrice, and after returning to London, I found that she was upset with me, probably for this same reason. I tried calling her and sending messages, but Beatrice didn't answer any of the times and didn't respond to my messages either. I was feeling worried because I was enjoying her company, and I felt that our relationship was strengthening a little more with each passing day.Now, everything has changed, and it seems like we're back to square one. On Saturday night, I ended up agreeing to go out to dinner with an old friend with whom I share a great friendship. When I arrive at the restaurant, I see Beatrice's ex-husband, Edward Maddock. That worsened my mood, which wasn't the best to begin with."Do you know Maddock personally?" Justin Campbell, with whom I attended college at Oxford, asks.His concern is not unfounded, after all, Maddock couldn't take his eyes off my table, which was starting to irritate me.
BeatriceI left work much later than usual, immersed in tumultuous thoughts. Earlier, I had declined the ride that Andrew had kindly offered. After all, it was no longer a secret that something strange was happening between us, and I didn't want to further complicate things.Andrew was an amazing man, kind, attentive, and always willing to support me. But there was Edward, my ex-husband, still officially married to me. This situation tied my mind into knots, a confusion of feelings that prevented me from moving forward with my life as I wished.I decided that I needed a legal answer to this emotional mess. The next day, I would seek a lawyer and initiate the divorce process once again. It was a tough decision but necessary so that I could finally choose between Andrew and Edward without carrying the weight of a failed marri
EdwardBeatrice's question was entirely valid. I spent a year by her side, but I chose to remain trapped in the resentment and bitterness I felt when I saw her with Sebastian on her eighteenth birthday, exactly when I had planned to ask her out. However, after trying to get involved with other women and pretending that I was having fun, I came to the conclusion that none of them compares to Beatrice, the only one I have always loved.“I don't know” That's all I could say.I still love Beatrice, but it's difficult to admit this feeling even to myself. The fact is that seeing her again in the arms of another man caused terrible discomfort. The mere idea of Beatrice with another man was unbearable. I believe I only managed to stay away for three years because I was in another country, getting involved with every wo