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THIS CHAPTER IS WRITTEN IN VANESSA"S POINT OF VIEW
“Sir… S-sorry, but you cannot just get inside.”
I was stopped from working and typing in my laptop when I heard people arguing outside. Before I could stand up to check on what"s happening, the door of my office suddenly opened. From there entered my a.s.sistant, Claire, stopping Allen from getting in.
“M-miss Vanessa, I can"t stop him from getting inside.” Claire declared.
“I won"t cause any trouble. I just want to talk to my wife!” Allen snapped which made Claire stop. She was stunned as she looked at me, as if making sure what Allen just said was true.
I could only stroke my nape. Tsk! I knew this would happen. I was already antic.i.p.ating that he would come here after we saw each other last night. I breathed deeply and said, “It"s okay, Claire. Let him in.”
Claire immediately released Allen from her grip on his arms and then went away shyly, “O-okay. I"m sorry.” She said.
I can feel Allen"s eyes locked on me as he walked near my desk - which I turned a blind eye to. I kept myself busy typing on my laptop.
“So, how are you, Allen? Can"t you wait until our annulment is properly arranged that"s why you"re here?” I aggressively asked without s.h.i.+fting my eyes to him.
“Don"t worry, I"m already looking for a good lawyer. I"ll keep you posted about the progress.” I added.
He didn"t respond right away. As he reached my desk, he rested both of his hands on my table. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed he was still looking at me so deeply, but I tried not to be moved.
“I didn"t come here for that, Vanessa.” He said.
“Then what for? Don"t tell me you just wanted to see me?”
“And what if I say yes?”
I stopped what I was doing, and then lifted my head to look at him, “Stop wasting my time, Allen. What do you want? Tell me straight.”
“I just want to talk to you.” Allen answered instantly.
I sneered, “Talk about what? If that"s not about our annulment, the door is open. Leave.”
I returned my focus back to working and I heard him sigh.
“I don"t want to go in circles here. I just want to talk about us, Van. I want to know what happened. It"s been a long time.”
“I think there"s nothing else we need to talk about, Allen.” I fiercely stated. “I thought I"ve already told you everything before? And yeah, you"re right, it"s been a long time. We already have our own lives and that"s exactly why I don"t understand you"re here.”
I didn"t turn my gaze to him. I have a lot in my plate and barely any time to play some eye-to-eye with him. He was about to say something when the door of my office opened. We both looked at that direction and saw Gavin enter. As always, he brought me a box of cake.
After just a few steps, he stopped. Maybe he was surprised to see a man in my office. Then he said while looking at Allen, “Oh, I"m sorry. I didn"t know you have a visitor."
I straightened up in my seat and said, “It"s okay, Gavin. Come on–”
“Could you get out? I"m trying to talk to my wife.” Allen interrupted.
I was shocked! d.a.m.n!
I stood up from my swivel chair and slightly hit him on the arms, “What are you doing?!” I told him in a slightly high-sounding voice, but he only frowned. He still doesn"t have manners, does he? Tsk.
“Your… Wife?” Gavin repeated.
His face showed a hint of both surprise and confusion. Of course, he"d be! I haven"t mentioned anything about Allen.
“Yes. My wife. What, didn"t she tell you she"s married?” Allen answered back. He still hasn"t lost that brave front!
“Hey, hey, easy.” I said, trying to interfere. Well, Gavin"s another person who wouldn"t accept defeat in an argument.
I walked toward Gavin and reached for the box of cake, “I"m sorry, Gav. I"ll just call you.”
He could only smirk. He couldn"t believe I was asking him to leave.
“I thought we"ll be talking about the new collection?” He reminded me.
“She said she"ll just call you.” Allen interrupted, and then I looked at him viciously! Good thing Gavin didn"t fight him back.
“Who"s that guy?” He just seriously asked me.
“I"m Vanessa"s husband.”
And why does he keep on answering for me? I saw him arms-crossed, looking at Gavin fiercely.
“You mean soon-to-be-ex-husband?” I said with one eyebrow raised. Then, I saw him change his reactions. He was knocked down by a feather.
“Oh, I… I see.” Gavin reacted. He might have understood our situation. Clever man, indeed.
“Okay, then. Just call me when you need me.” He added, and then gave me a sweet smile before he left the room.
I s.h.i.+fted my eyes back to Allen and he was also looking at me. I rolled my eyes on him, went straight back to my desk, and then placed the box of cake there.
“Are you and him together, Vanessa?” Allen suddenly asked.
I looked at him and saw a very serious face, as if he wouldn"t stop until he gets an answer. I breathed in deeply and sat back on my swivel chair, “If I say yes, there"s nothing wrong with that, right? I"m separated. And our annulment wouldn"t take any longer.”
And again, he rested his hands on my desk and said, “Just like that, Van?” His voice came in with a hint of upbraiding. I lifted my face up and looked at him, “What do you mean by that? What are you expecting? That it will still be you and I?”
He bowed down his head and I heard him sigh. “So you"re dating him? And he"s calling you sweetie, huh? And the kid I saw last night, who"s that?”
“I don"t think I owe you any explanation, Allen. I hate giving them the most.”
“I"m not telling you to explain every detail. I… I just want to know.”
I s.h.i.+fted my gaze onto him. He still hasn"t lost his authoritative self.
It"s my turn to sigh deeply this time, “I"m not dating anybody. I"m too busy for that. The kid… He"s Gavin"s only son. What else do you wanna hear? And besides, if ever I"m really dating another guy, that"s just fair. You"ve been dating other girls, too, right?” I said after I remembered what Leila told me.
“That"s not true.” He answered immediately with wrinkled forehead. “Don"t believe Leila. She"s lying. I never dated anybody else. I"ve been faithful to you.”
I smirked, “I didn"t tell you to be faithful, honey. So… You know what Leila told me. Are you two making fun of me?”
“N-no.”
I s.h.i.+fted my focus back to working, “You may leave now, Allen. You"re wasting my time.” I said coldly.
“I won"t leave until you talk to me properly and seriously.”
“I"m talking to you properly and seriously. What kind of talk do you want?”
"Like we used to."
I laughed, “Oh, Allen. Things will never be the same again. There"s this thing called ‘change", honey. Have you heard about it?” Sarcasm conquered my being.
“I won"t leave. Let"s have dinner… Now.”
“Dinner?” I peeked at the time on my wrist watch, “Do you even know what time it is, Mr. Fajardo? It"s just 5PM.”
“Okay then. I will wait for you until dinner time.” He insisted.
I could only shut my eyes hard and tight. Ugh, Allen and his annoying persistence!
“I can"t leave work early, can"t you see? I"m busy. I need to finish a lot of things. Honestly, I can"t really focus on them because you"re bothering me. Leave. You"re a distraction.” I ferociously said, but he looked like he wasn"t even moved.
“I said I will wait.” He insisted.
I could only sigh, “I might finish at 8PM. You"ll get bored. Go home.”
I was surprised that he walked away from my desk and sat on the one-seater sofa near my cabinet of perfume bottles. He leaned on there with legs crossed as if he was just relaxed, making himself comfortable in my office.
“I"ve waited for four years already, Vanessa. What"s a few more hours?” He said.
I squinted my eyes. Was he really challenging me? Tsk. I just focused back to my laptop, “Up to you.”
I couldn"t say anything anymore. We"ll see how long he can sit there and wait. Knowing him, he"s impatient as f*ck. After just a few minutes, he might already be getting grumpy.
I admit, I"m not comfortable he"s here right now. Why won"t he just leave? I"m irked. I don"t want to see him, really! And Leila… She"ll sure get a bang from me. I"m certain she told Allen the news that I"m back and where Rioscents is. Most likely, it was also her who told him where I was last night. She always interferes when she knows I don"t want this relations.h.i.+p anymore.
I also don"t understand why this man still wants us to talk. I mean, what else is there to talk about? I think I didn"t forget anything the day I left him; I thought I was clear we"re done… That annulment would end everything between us.
What"s he even saying that he wants to talk about ‘us‘? If there"s anything I want us to talk about, that"s our annulment. I have no plans of getting back together with him. h.e.l.l, none! I"m happy with my life right now. I have already forgotten and moved on from everything that happened before. I"ve accepted things and I don"t need him anymore. In fact, I should"ve realized earlier that I really don"t need him to be happy. Maybe I was too young back then. I made him my life - only him.
Now I can say that I have already grown up with a different perspective about things. If I have learned anything from what happened before, that"s not to give my all. I have to leave a portion to myself. So if everything fails, I could still use that to stand up, fight, and move forward.
When I was in London, I didn"t know where to find that strength to move forward and start anew. It felt like I was nothing – there was nothing left in me and that I couldn"t fix myself anymore. It was only I and myself that time. I just had to be strong, because if not, I would"ve been a cry baby until this time.
I tried to peek at Allen – he was holding his cellphone. Maybe he was exchanging messages with someone. I had the chance to look at him suitably.
A lot have also changed by the way he looks – he seems more mature now. His shoulders are broader and his muscles – which I can clearly see under his fitted, rolled up long-sleeved polo – are former. He"s not wearing a neck tie and the first b.u.t.ton of his maroon polo is undone. I secretly sneered. Don"t tell me he still doesn"t know how to properly wear a neck tie?
His facial features also look stronger and more mature. Oh, time flies so fast. His hair has also grown longer that it almost covered his eyes. I think he doesn"t like clean cut anymore. All in all, he looks very manly. Handsome? Yes - that if I"m still younger, I would say he"s better-looking and his s.e.x appeal is stronger. Well… But I"m not young anymore; I"m done with blus.h.i.+ng and all those high-school crus.h.i.+ng anymore.
Suddenly, his eyes s.h.i.+fted in my direction. I immediately turned my eyes to my laptop and stroked my nape.
“You want to say something?” He asked. Maybe because he caught me looking at him.
I cleared my throat, “Nothing. You still won"t leave? You"ll just get bored.”
“I"m fine. Take your time.” He said, stood up from the sofa, and then started wandering inside my office.
He first looked at the frames hanging on the walls. He asked me things about Rioscents, what Mom said about me putting up my own business, and how were its sales and marketing. And I gave him direct answers.
Next, he looked at the perfume samples displayed in the cabinet beside the sofa. Really, he"s more than an inspector – he took a smell of the scent of each fragrance.
“This smells good.” He praised one bottle.
He couldn"t get enough of it that he smelled it several times.
“Really? That"s made by Gavin.” I said.
He suddenly stopped and put back the bottle in the cabinet in a very bored manner.
“On second thoughts, it doesn"t smell good.” He said in a very low voice which I still heard. I smirked.
He sat back on the sofa and got one magazine from the rack beside him. I secretly laughed. Now he looks bored. He couldn"t do anything that"s why he"s already reading the magazines. Based on what I know, he"s not fond of such materials. He even gets angry before when I want him to buy some magazines from me. He kept on saying it would turn to be a mess in the house.
d.a.m.n! I stroked my temples. Why am I reminiscing the past? I have a new life now. I turned my eyes back to my laptop and tried to put myself back to work. I have to focus.
“When did this launch?” He suddenly asked.
I peeked at him - he was just reading the magazine.
“Just last month.”
“So you"re back for some time already. Why didn"t you call me?” He looked at me, but I avoided his gaze.
“Why? Do I need to?” I fiercely asked, and then s.h.i.+fted my eyes back to my laptop.
“I just thought…”
But he decided to stop was he was just saying. Instead, he took a deep sigh, “I"ve waited for you, Vanessa.”
I rolled my eyes; here we go with so much drama again.
“Should I say sorry to you? I can"t remember I told you to wait.”
“You didn"t have to. I know what to do.” He answered back, and then stood up. He walked near my desk and suddenly touched my hand which was on the mouse. I immediately fended him off and leaned back on my swivel chair. I was provoked.
I looked at him straight and snapped, “Let"s not go in circles here, Allen. What do you really want? Tell me straight.”
“I want you back.” He responded instantly
I laughed; I laughed out loud. “Can you hear yourself, Allen? You want me back? Can"t you see how I"m doing right now? Can"t you see the life that I have? I"m happy now. Why would I come back to you?”
His face turned into chaos. I saw him grit his teeth before he could respond, “Stop pretending, Van. I know you still want me.”
I raised an eyebrow. He still hasn"t changed; he still has that brave front and arrogant manner.
“Really? And how are you sure?”
“Because I can feel it. You"re just being brave. You"re trying to act tough. That"s just your defense mechanism.”
I straightened up in my seat. I shouldn"t be affected with what he"s saying because I know none of them were true.
“If you have nothing else to say, you may leave.”
“I"m not leaving.” He insisted.
Then we looked at each other eye-to-eye. “Leave, Allen. Or do still you want me to open the door for you?”
I was about to stand up to do what I just said, but he held my hands.
“Okay, okay, I"m sorry. I won"t open up that topic again.” He closed his eyes tight for a while, as if he didn"t mean to be obtrusive and say those words.
“But remember this Vanessa…” He continued. “Soon, you will be mine again. I swear I will win you back.”
I pulled my hands back and smirked, “Try me, Allen. Try me.” I boldly said, accepting his challenge.
I sat back to the swivel chair. I thought he was leaving, but he seemed serious and will still wait for me to finish. He even pulled another swivel chair in front of my desk, and then pushed it right beside mine. Then, there he sat.
“W-what are doing?” I asked with wrinkled forehead.
“I wanna watch you work. I want to know how you run your business.”
I s.h.i.+fted my eyes back to my desk. I arranged the doc.u.ments on top of it properly. “I don"t need an audience. Sit there on the sofa. Or just leave. You"re too close. I can"t concentrate.”
I noticed that he sneered, and then he said, “Why, Vanessa? Still affected by your husband"s presence?” He naughtily teased.
I stopped what I was doing and faced him, “You still haven"t changed, have you? You"re still the same Allen I left. a.s.suming. And what do you expect? That I"ll feel affected by you? Oh, come on!”
He just avoided my gaze and leaned back on the swivel chair. There, there - he turned speechless. He"s so full of himself! He wants us to play? Then we"ll play.
I returned back to arranging the doc.u.ments. Just after a while, he moved his chair closer to mine. I can smell his scent - he still hasn"t changed his brand of perfume.
He rested both of his arms on my desk. His attention was caught by the box of cake which Gavin brought earlier. He peeked at what"s inside, as if trying to know what flavour was the cake.
“Does he always buy you this?”
“Yes. Whenever he pa.s.ses by here.”
“How often does he visit you?”
“It depends on the schedule.”
“D-do you like him, Van?”
It took a while before I could answer because I was thinking of how to respond, “He"s not difficult to like, though. He"s kind and a gentleman. He respects women a lot.” I said.
“So, you like him?”
I smiled, “I don"t want to spoil what we have. And why are you asking anyway?”
“Nothing. I just want to know.”
I noticed him staring at me, and so I looked at him back and rolled my eyes on him again. Well, he doesn"t have the right to interfere with my personal life. That is why I want us to be annulled because I don"t want to owe and give him any explanation.
He didn"t bother me anymore; he just rested his chin on his palm on my desk. He looked like thinking of something so deeply. And just after a few, he buried his face on his arms. Maybe he"s already dozed off of waiting for too long.
I shook my head. He will still really stay there, huh? He could stay on the sofa. How can I even work properly when he occupied my whole desk?
“I"m tired Van. They"ve given me too much work.” He sounded to be complaining.
I looked at him. Why was he telling me those things? Like I care, right?”
“So you"re tired. Why don"t you just go home?”
“I will wait. Even if you take so much time, it"s fine.”
I frowned. Why is he being so persistent? Why can"t he feel that I don"t want him here?
My eyes unconsciously wandered to his hand. I was surprised! He"s still wearing our wedding ring. Well I didn"t expect that. Why didn"t he take it off? I was expecting that he will, just so he could enjoy his life without me and do whatever he wants to.
“Why are you still wearing your wedding ring?” I couldn"t help but ask.
He lifted his head up slightly, and then looked at his hand. “And why not? I"m married.”
I turned my eyes to a different direction and browsed the internet.
“Make yourself used to not wearing that.”
He sighed and tsk-ed, “You really want to break up with me, don"t you?” He asked as he straightened up on his seat.
I peeked at him - he was staring at a different direction, peeling his lips.
“Yes. That"s the plan, right?”
“Your plan, not mine.” He said, and then he looked at me, “When did I say I want to separate? I can"t remember.”
His face looked so serious. I think he"s starting to feel irked, too, that anytime soon, he will be blowing up. So I avoided his gaze, “I"ll arrange everything for our annulment. It"s fine with me, so it also won"t be a ha.s.sle for you.”
He didn"t say a word; he was just staring at me. It"s kind of uncomfortable. I"ve been looking an article on the internet, but in fact, I wasn"t really reading it and I don"t understand what"s in it. I can"t concentrate on reading.
“You cut your hair?” He suddenly asked to change the topic.
I was expecting that, though. He really didn"t want to talk about our separation. I pulled my hair to the back of my ear.
Well, I"m not with a long hair anymore like I used to. Month after flying to London, I had my hair cut. I didn"t grow my hair long since then, just for a change. When Leila saw me the first time, she said it suited me and that I looked like a grown woman. Mom said the same when she visited me once in London.
“It looks good on you.” Allen praised. “But why did you cut it short?”
“I just wanted to get rid of everything that reminds me of you.” I answered straightforwardly. I didn"t look at him, but in my peripherals, I knew his face turned sad.
After a while, he suddenly stood up. I secretly followed him with my eyes. He stood in behind the full gla.s.s window on the back of my office. He breathed in so deeply that I could hear it clearly. I think he"s losing patience with me – which I expected. Well, he hasn"t changed - he"s still short-tempered.
I had the chance to breathe. I leaned back on the swivel chair and rested my eyes.
I"m stressed. I"m not used to seeing him and being with him. I"m already fine and happy, but here he is again. If only the properties here in the Philippines don"t cost lower than that in the other countries, I wouldn"t put up Rioscents here. I know we will still cross paths, but I"m not expecting him to be acting this way. I thought we"re already over, because in my four whole years in London, he didn"t even follow me. So, what"s this? It"s like he wants me to go back to him just like that? Doesn"t he remember everything that he did to me?
I sighed. Why am I even bothered? Soon, we"ll be annulled, then I will completely be free.
I thought of turning my laptop off. I wouldn"t be able to work properly with him around. I just want this day to end the soonest.
I was about to invite him to go out when the door of my office suddenly opened – it"s Leila this time.
“Surprise!!!” She sounded so happy and excited, but she was surprised after she saw Allen inside. Her mouth almost dropped open from where she was standing.
“Ay! S-sorry. I think it"s a wrong timing.”
Those were the only words she said before she immediately left the office. Then, I turned my eyes to Allen who was behind me as he also stared at me. He then made a half smirk. I don"t know if it was because of Leila, but I just ignored him.
Just after a while, I received a text message. I reached over for my phone placed on top of my desk – it"s from my beloved cousin.
I could only shake my head and put my cellphone inside my bag. Good luck, huh? What does she mean? That girl will really hear from me soon.
I stood up from the swivel chair and fixed my things.
“Are we leaving already?” Allen asked.
I didn"t look at him; I only sighed, “Yes. Besides, I can"t work properly. And just so this can be done.”
“I… I"m sorry, Van. I didn"t mean to bother you. I just want to talk to you. I told you I will wait.”
I stopped. He"s been saying sorry for how many times already. I"m really not used to hearing him like that.
“It"s okay. Let"s go.” I said, bringing my bag and the box of cake from my table.
“You"re bringing that?” He was referring to the cake.
“Of course. The ants will feast on it if I leave it here.”
He didn"t react anymore. He walked fast to the door and opened it for me.
So… Since when had he become a gentleman?
We headed to a restaurant just nearby Rioscents. I told him we"ll just talk there because I don"t wanna go somewhere far. He just agreed like a genie – my wish is his command.
As we went inside, I noticed this lady who was already looking at our direction. She was looking at us so squarely. I tried to recognize her face, because I might know her, but no. Then, I lifted my head to look at Allen who was looking for a waitress to give us seats.
“She"s looking at you. You know her?” I asked.
He glanced at the lady I was referring to, and yes, they seem to know each other after the woman"s face lit up when she knew Allen saw her. She then stood up and went toward us.
It beats me, but Allen suddenly pulled me and put his arm around my waist. I gasped as I slightly hit the side of his chest. Again, I can smell him – his very manly scent. Sh*t!
I was about to release myself from him, but he just won"t let me. He even whispered to my ear, “Just now.”
d.a.m.n! I had gooseb.u.mps. What"s up?
“Hey, Allen!” The lady greeted as she came in front of us.
Confirmed - they know each other.
“What happened to you? You suddenly left me at Marco"s place last night.” She added.
My eyes unconsciously squinted. Is she his other woman?
Before I could even turn my eyes to Allen, he has already answered, “Emergency. I had to attend to something. By the way Cindy, I"d like you to meet Vanessa, my wife.”
Cindy"s eyes bulged in surprise, and then she stared at me. I, too, was supposed to puff my eyes out, but I halted myself. I didn"t let her notice. Instead, I just gave her a poised smile.
On the other note, why does this man show me off to the world as his wife? We"re separating soon for Pete"s sake!
“Y-your wife?” Cindy reacted. “S-so she"s back from her work in London?”
Allen and I looked at each other before he responded, “Yes, she is. And she"s staying here with me for good.”
I wanted to sternly push him away to what he just uttered. Staying with him for good? h.e.l.l, not gonna happen! And what work in London? Why is he saying all these, anyway?! He"s lying! This thick-faced a.s.sh*le!
I rolled my eyes, but good thing Cindy didn"t see it
“Oh, I… I see. Uhm, okay. See you around. I"m with some friends.” She bid goodbye, and then she went back to their table.
I immediately removed Allen"s arm wrapped around my waist as soon as Cindy left. I don"t feel comfortable! I"m having gooseb.u.mps!
“And what was that, Allen? Why did you say all those things?” I boldly asked him in a low voice as I went to our table on the corner of the restaurant.
“I"m sorry. I just want her to know I have a wife. She always bothers me.” He said as he followed my lead.
“So, was that a sort of a show or something?” I fiercely said as I sat down.
“Sorry…” He said, and then sat down in front of my seat.
I didn"t say any more word. And then after a while, a waiter came to us and handed us one menu book each.
I was flipping the pages when I noticed Cindy taking glances at Allen. She was busy taking a peek on my husband so she didn"t notice I was looking. I sighed and just focused on choosing what to order.
“She"s pretty. Don"t you like her?” I asked Allen. I even secretly peeked at him to see his reaction.
He seemed to get what I mean. He even took a glance at Cindy"s direction, and then stared at me. He was frowning, “You seem to hate me so much that you badly want to give me to someone else already.”
I"m not sure, but I think he was just holding himself back. His voice sounded so serious.
I turned the page of the menu book, “I just want to have a different life. I hope you won"t take it against me. Because I"m already okay.”
“Who says I want a new life? I"m used to having a partner, a wife.”
I looked at him and sneered, “Don"t lie. We"re already separated for a long time. What are you talking about being used to?”
He avoided my gaze and said, “I don"t like her. Period.” He"s now referring to Cindy. He changes the topic because he really doesn"t want to talk about our annulment.
“I like her. She looks nice. Isn"t she?”
“Stop it, Van.”
“Why?”
He didn"t answer; he only stared at me, and then he breathed in deeply. “Just choose your order, so we could start eating. Then I"ll drive you home.”
“I can go home alone. I have a car parked near Rioscents.”
“I"ll drive you home. I want to make sure you"re safe.”
I"m laughing deep inside, “Really? Since when have you become concerned?”
He looked at me deeply. What, Allen? Am I getting into your nerves?
“Since before. You just didn"t notice.” He still answered in a serious tone.
I looked down on the menu, “Maybe you meant I didn"t feel?” I answered back, and then I peeked at him - he looked down in the dumps.
“You don"t need to drive me. I can manage.” I added, and then I called a waiter.
He didn"t answer back, but I saw him shake his head. I really don"t want anyone bringing me home. I"m used to taking of myself and doing things alone – and I like that better. I don"t want to be committed to anybody.
We had dinner very silently. He would ask me things at times and I would give him direct answers. Honestly, I don"t feel any awkwardness even if I know we"ve been through a lot and very hard times before, especially on my part. Still, I couldn"t say it"s comfortable… Maybe it"s just fine.
Well, this is a good thing, though. It will be better if we"d separate without hard feelings toward each other because I"m sure that our paths will still cross, knowing that he still manages our family"s business and he talks to my cousin.
I just want us to be civil, but not to the point that he would visit me on the shop, invite me to eat out, and insist on bringing me home. I don"t want that; I like being single better. I could do whatever I want. No pressure.
After we finished our food, we just stayed for a bit longer, and then we decided to go home. I didn"t want to spend more time with him, too.
He still insisted on driving me home, but I disagreed. I just reasoned out - that my car will be left there on the parking lot and I wouldn"t have it to use for the next day. He even suggested that he"d pick me up in the morning and bring me to Rioscents - but I don"t like that! I also don"t like him to know where I live. In the end, he only brought me back to the shop.
Ugh, I don"t like this. I don"t want to have any connection with him anymore. This should be the last. I wouldn"t agree to come with him next time anymore. I don"t want to have him back in my life. I like how I am now - without him. Tsk. So, I really need to move. I have to end this. Tomorrow, I will be arranging our annulment. No one can stop me.
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