Eliza walked away from a failed marriage just to find herself thrown in the hands of her most beloved actor. It started with passion and laughter...will it end the same?
She slammed the door behind her. You would have thought that she cared. The only thing that she felt was a numbness in her hands and feet. And maybe that was from the cold. It was abnormally cold for early September. The signs were all there, she just didn't want to see them. Strangely she felt releaved. Like a big burden was lifted off her shoulders. Only one thing was bothering her. Where she was going to stay until she found a new apartment. The door behind her opened suddenly and a tall, blond man with a six pack and only a towel covering his groin, emerged.
"It was a mistake baby. Please come back and let's talk this through."
She looked at him with disgust. Why hadn't she left him all these months, she will never know. She stopped trusting him after she found out that he cheated on her with her best friend nine months ago. But she hoped that it was a weak moment, that it would never happen again. She never spoke with her "friend" after that, but she stayed with him. Given him another chance. What a mistake. Exasperated she said,
"Stephen, go back inside, you're making a fool of yourself!"
She looked at him up and down. Always fell for the douchebags... when was she going to learn? But this time she had gone and married one also!
"I'll come to gather my things tomorrow morning. Don't you even dare to think to be here."
She walked purposefully to the elevator and pushed the button. He was still trying to persuade her to come inside and talk but she had tuned him out. Another door opened suddenly and their neighbor Mrs. Balen stepped out. Perfect, just what she needed. Her soon to be ex-husband went inside and closed the door.
"Good morning Eliza, what was all this commotion about? You almost woke up mr.Piponty".
The elevator just opened the doors in front of her. Perfect! Her escape arrived on time!
"Good morning Mrs.Balen. I'm sorry for the disturbance but I have to run. I'm late for work."
She hurried inside the elevator and the doors closed before her irritating weird neighbor (with a parrot for a pet, for crying out loud!) could utter a word. She looked herself in the elevator mirror. She never thought she was something special. Dark brown long hair, brown eyes, medium 5.7 height and a chubby body. She always wondered how she ever managed to date and then marry a man like Stephen. She couldn't understand how he ever liked her. The publication company that she worked as an assistant had its annual dinner party when they met. He was the manager at the restaurant she went to arrange for the company's dinner. One thing led to another and she found herself in a relationship with a hot guy that every woman would kill to have. She was very proud that she managed to conquer him. She never thought that men like that would look her way... the problem was that he flirted a lot. But she attributed it to his character. A man this hot was allowed to flirt. His job as a manager was to attract costumers so she accepted it as a necessary evil. All was well, she was completely in love, he asked her to marry him a year after their first date, she accepted and thought that she was the luckiest woman in the world. Now after three years of lies and his cheating she decided that enough was enough. He was in the bathroom when his phone beeped and she picked it up. It was a photo message of her husband and a woman kissing, a selfy taken by the woman in the photo. That was it. She couldn't take this anymore. She was 33 years old. She wouldn't waste her time in an one-sided marriage. She was packing a few things in a bag when he stepped out of the bathroom. She started yelling and she threw his phone in his hands. He tried to find excuses but it was too late.
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