There aren't many things in this world worst than getting a text message from your cheating ex-fiancé after the best morning you had in a long time demanding you to meet him in "our favorite restaurant". My face instantly darkened in bitterness.Trust Bradley Miller to ruin everything great happening in my life."Hey, what is it? Your face suddenly screams murder.""Brad." I spat out bitterly. I can't believe his mere text can ruin my day. Killiad and I were just talking about the upcoming Knight Empire annual Gala when my phone chimes on an incoming text. Now, I regret opening it."What did he say?" Killiad asked worriedly, promptly taking his eyes from the road to look at me."He wants to talk.” I said a bit casually and in a hushed whisper I added, “Guess honeymoon was finally over." I muttered looking away from his searching eyes.“What was that again?”“I said, he wants to talk.”

After paying Brad’s bill, which he graciously left for me to pay while Gustavo cursed Brad through the seven seas. Gus then navigates his car out of the parking lot heading towards the direction of Killiad’s penthouse; my current residence. The car smelled of leather, not that I mind. These are one of the moments that I enjoy luxury.We were both silent save for the soft hum of a classic song playing. I can feel his stare boring down on me every now and then before it flicked back to the road.“Gus?”“Yeah?”“For the love of all holy just spit it out!” I screeched, looking at him intently.“Jeez. You don’t have to screech like a banshee you know?” Me? A banshee? Oh, well not that I could blame him, I screeched after all.“You’ll tell me or?”“Or what? Elle, we both know that your threats were as adorable as a newborn kitten.” I huffed

 Wednesday was usually a busy day for us in the office but I bunked for a change. I felt giddy like a high school nerd skipping school for the first time just to see her crush. Nothing could sour my mood even Emily’s foul mood after I asked her to move all my Wednesday meeting schedule to Friday. She has this suspicious look on her face since I didn’t usually move my appointments, not unless I have more pressing matter at hand.   “You’re going to meet him,” she said accusingly.“Yes. I’m going to meet my ‘husband’ at his office for lunch. We haven’t done that yet so I’m going.” After our date, everything seems to go on fast forward. We eat breakfast together, he’ll drop me off at the office and then he’ll pick me up at five or six before treating me to dinner or we’ll just drive straight to his place and we'll cook dinner. We work comfortably together.

Reminiscing the past shouldn't have to be dark and melancholy. Though the heartbreak often reminds us of a certain point in our lives there's always a sliver of light on every moment in the past that we thought of giving up.I never let my parents' lack of time and affection to me let me live in the dark shadows of their absence in my life. I made my own memories. There are happy times and sad times, regrets and mistakes but the most important thing is if I can go back to it, I would still do the things I have done because through my regrets and mistakes I've learned.I regret going into medical school but I learned a lot, I learned to follow where my heart leads me and the knowledge that no one could take away from me and is vital in day-to-day living.To be honest, I couldn't say I regret meeting Bradley because through him I also meet his sister and I can't deny that the years of having them in my life are the best years of my life.I made my mark in t

In a few hours that I spent with Killiad in his company and the hotel, I’ve seen how well he treated his employees. He gave back all the respect they’re giving him. He’s calm and in control. He didn’t have bark orders because his employees are like an oiled machine—fast and efficient even if he just took over his mom's business. Everyone could see how he appreciates and value each one of them.Except for Brad.Just the thought of Brad left a disgusting taste at the back of my throat. I still can't get over what he did at the Gala. Fortunately, Stella hadn't said anything, letting Brad do all the talking.After the Gala, Killiad insisted that I should change my number in case Brad would harass me on the phone which is understandable. I don't want to be on the receiving end of my ex anger.I knew Arya did it but I couldn't bring myself to be mad at her. The memory of Brad humiliating himself shot a sense of satisfaction in me.