1 A fresh start
On the treadmill in the gym, running like I was trying to get away from everything in my life, from the outside world, from my troubles, and from everyone else.
Due to my occupied thinking, I was unable to feel the strain on my legs or the sweaty drops pouring like splashes.
I didn't notice the coach was yelling until he turned off the treadmill.
As soon as I exited the gym, the media began to hound me with questions:
- "Miss wood, has your relationship with Mr. Miller ended?"
- "Miss Wood, do you have any explanation for the controversy surrounding the picture of Mr. Miller kissing your sister Sarah wood?"
- "What kind of relationship does Miss Sarah Wood have with Mr. Lucas Miller?"
I was trembling in anxiety as I stood there. I was incapable of saying or doing anything. While I am walking, I have been observing them. How did I end up in this situation? Even though I was unhappy with my family, at least I had a career and a partner. When we announced our engagement... How was it possible for him to harm me in such a way?
At that precise time, I got a text message. Lucas said he wanted to talk with me over dinner.
I exhaled and collected myself. Moreover, I simply made the statement, "No comment," to the media.
Unaware that the media was after me, I jumped in my car and raced off. The explanation Lucas was going to give me consumed all of my thoughts. Is everything going to have a reasonable explanation? In all honesty... I want that.
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When I entered my house, everything reminded me of him. We made love, madness, and passion throughout those moments. Everything is still fresh in my mind, the three-year romance flashed before my tear-filled eyes in an instant.
"Following two hours at the usual restaurant, I'll be waiting for you", he said in a subsequent message.
I wiped away my tears and took one last breath, knowing that even if he didn't want to, I was going to end our relationship.
Lucas was a charming older man who detested it when I wore semi-naked clothing and refused to share a bed with me. Now that I think about it, how foolish I was. All dogs enjoy licking; thus, because he didn't lick me, he must have discovered another bone, the bitch's son.
As a result, I searched through my stuff for the shortest item I could find and discovered a shockingly short, sleeveless, black leather dress with the back exposed.
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When I entered the restaurant, I had to descend the steps in order to reach the tables. I stopped in the stairwells, and my sister Sarah had already come. As Lucas embraced her, my legs began to quiver and my breathing became erratic.
I left the restaurant for a brief period to collect myself before entering it again. I descended the stairs in an arrogant, cocky, and pompous manner. She was still in his arms. He was drawn to my physique since everyone in the restaurant was gazing at me.
I pretended that I hadn't noticed him and that he wasn't in my line of sight by not giving him any attention at all. He's gazing at me while still hugging her, on the other hand.
I pretended to be overjoyed by their reunion...
Actually, I was tempted to drag her out of the restaurant by grabbing her by the hair, but I chose to maintain my icy demeanor.
You understand how silly it is to watch someone past you carelessly while you feel queasy just hearing his name.
I felt foolish after observing them from this vantage point. He seemed to have leaped into her arms as he hurried out of the home, instead of heading to work. He has the capacity to disregard me during our initial encounter, and despite the fact that I am directly in front of them, he is still holding her waist...
The wedding invitation was the first thing they gave me. I grinned as they declared their affection for one another. But is what's occurring now actually happening?
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There won't be any crying on my part...
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I'm not going to weep...
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Fuck.
I gave them a lovely smile before walking away.
It is true that "beginnings are lovely," which makes sense given that it is uncommon for someone to approach you and declare, "Hi, I'm a bastard."
I stood up straight and lifted my head, confident that a relationship like this couldn't possibly be harmful to my life. Laila, who is my best friend, accepted my invitation to a nightclub when I contacted her.
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The nightclub was completely packed. Layla and I strolled in, went to the bar, ordered a whiskey, and drank one after another until I was completely inebriated. There was a birthday celebration for one of the attendees at that nightclub, and he appears to be wealthy because he's going to pay for all the drinks, which is fortunate for me.
And the party's host appears to be that tall guy who adores flirting with that young lady. She believes he loves her, a poor lady. I fell over the big, unstable steps because I was irritated.
I pounced on them, yelling at the man one moment and resenting the young woman the next.
It's odd that they didn't dislike me, but rather burst out laughing at me. I began to feel dizzy, and my legs were no longer able to support me, so I collapsed into his arms, and the last thing I heard was him say, "Take her to the VIP room."
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