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He stood there, his handsome features twisted into an unreadable expression. His lips were curled into a cold smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes–only a chilling coldness that made my heart skip a beat. He watched us intently, not moving, not saying a word, just observing.
The sight of him sent a wave of guilt and unease crashing over me. I had no idea how long he had been standing there, but the look on his face told me that he had seen enough.
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gripped the box with the diamond ring tightly in my hand, my knuckles whitening as I tried to suppress the whirlwind of emotions inside me. I wanted to turn around and leave, to walk away from this scene before it shattered me completely.
But my eyes, almost against my will, were drawn back to the two figures standing under the streetlight not far away. The man with her–was this the “friend” That Shirley, had wanted to meet?
Today was supposed to be different. I had planned to ask Shirley to remarry after her victory. Even though we never officially ended our relationship, I wanted her heart to be mine again, fully and without reservation. The diamond ring in my pocket was supposed to be the start of a new chapter
for us. But now, as I watched them, that hope crumbled.
They
eren’t embracing or kissing, but their eyes–those eyes betrayed everything. The way they looked at each other, with warmth and intensity, was something only long–time lovers could share. It
was a gaze that spoke volumes, filled with unspoken words and deep–seated emotions.
A wave of humiliation surged through me, burning in my chest like a fire that wouldn’t be quenched.
Frustration, loss, a bitter cocktail of emotions gnawed at my pride, at my very dignity. I wanted to
turn and walk away, to never look back, to never speak to her again. But a part of me, the part that
still held onto the belief that Shirley cared for me, kept me rooted to the spot. The smiles she had
given me, the words she spoke, the times we shared–they were real, weren’t they? The warmth, the concern, the kisses–they had to be real.
I decided to wait a little longer. Maybe Shirley would see me, would offer some explanation that
would make sense of all this. I was willing to forgive, always willing when it came to her. I just
needed her to acknowledge me, to reassure me that what we had wasn’t just a figment of my imagination.
But I waited for what felt like an eternity. And in that time, my heart grew cold, as cold as the night air around me. Shirley never looked at me. Her eyes stayed on Maurice, and she seemed agitated, even crying. Then, to add salt to the wound, Maurice reached out and touched her face, an intimate
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gesture that made my blood boil.
couldn’t stand it any longer. The humiliation was too much. Without a word, I turned on my heel and walked away, my steps quickening with each stride. The farther I got from them, the deeper the humiliation burrowed into my soul, spreading like a poison. My heart felt like it was being twisted by an invisible knife, each step driving it deeper.
When I reached the entrance of the academy, I headed straight for my car. I leaned down into the driver’s seat, slammed the door shut, and with a furious blast of the accelerator, sped off into the night. I had no destination in mind, no plan. I just drove, needing to escape the torment in my mind,
the image of Shirley and Maurice seared into my thoughts.
I drove until the familiar sight of the villa came into view. It was the place we once called home gether. I parked the car, got out, and pulled a cigarette from my pocket. As I lit it, I took a deep drag, the smoke filling my lungs. I exhaled slowly, the thin white smoke curling into the night air. Ever since I started picking up and dropping off Shirley, I had made it a habit to step out of the car when I smoked, so the scent wouldn’t cling to the seats. It was a subconscious habit, one of many little things I did for her.
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and I suddenly raised my hand and slammed it into the tree next to me. Pain shot through my hand as my knuckles split, blood seeping from the wound. The sharp sting was a welcome distraction from the turmoil inside me.
I had everything a man could want–money, power, influence. Anything I desired, I could obtain. But the one thing I could never seem to grasp, no matter how hard I tried, was Shirley’s heart. I couldn’t have it, and I couldn’t let it go. It was a curse, one that I had been living with for far too long.
I took out the box with the diamond ring. Now, what do I do with it?
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