Rejected by the Tycoon

wa

center of my living room and poured a shot of my most expensive whi

n, but inside, the only prevailing feeli

ecision to leave. Our marriage was merely a business contract, som

Sebastian. That night, I realized their feelings were not just those of friendship or cousinly love. They felt someth

ration. I planned to declare my feelings for Beatrice and ask her to be my girlfriend. My feelings were so deep that I eve

ade me fear our families wouldn't accept it well. Thinking that way, I decided to patiently wait for Beatrice's

or Beatrice, but I never believed she cou

e the way I want. I no longer need to avoid my own home, all to prevent myself from being

ach other, but that doesn't concern me. Now she's free again, nothing stops her from living her love now

in the country from talking about this matter. I don't want my name associated with any sca

man could dream of, with the most beautiful women in the country passing through my bed-something I couldn't enjoy while mar

and I keep her under constant surveillance. I just wa

h owns a major newspaper in Britain and promptly complied with my request, securing a reporter position at his newspaper for Beatrice. I always

ply tossed them into the paper shredder without even thinking twice. I didn't intend to ma

know that I would think about it at another time. He shou

at

y a single, lonely suitcase, I arrive at the house of my best friend Janet,

ble apartment for myself, and being with them would be very good for me b

Janet already awaits me with open arms, ready to welcome me and help me

, Beatrice," she says,

etting the tears follow their continuou

ezing her embrace around me even tighter. "Edward has never reall

tirely true, and I could only be grateful for t

t moment in your life, Beatrice. You'll see!" Janet, like me,

eve that everyth

asked for the divorce?" Janet wants

tle in me. "But I prefer not to talk about my husband

to face the following days, which I am aware will not be

r me, where I would stay until I found my place to

took, Janet," I tell her, explaini

for you. I already imagined that, after all, Janet always considered the way I dres

and helping me." I thank h

t last year was, living alongside a man who didn't love me. Even though I knew I was never loved by my husband, I touched Edward's face in the photo with

, and to avoid bringing more problems to them, I decided not to return to Kent. I have managed to finish my journalism course, and now I intend to work in the field. I would try to find a job and postpone the mom