The cool night air greeted Eric as he stepped out of Lisa’s house, the sounds of laughter and music fading behind him. His heart pounded in his chest, but his face remained emotionless. He didn’t want to show it. Not now. Not after seeing her like that, on Oliver’s lap. The image of Lisa, smiling and laughing with him, played on repeat in his mind, but Eric forced himself to swallow the lump in his throat.He glanced down at the small gift still clutched in his hand. It was wrapped in simple brown paper, a delicate necklace inside a gift he had saved for, worked for, dreamed of giving to her. And now, it felt meaningless. But despite the hurt, something inside him refused to give up completely. Maybe she didn’t mean it. Maybe she had been drunk or caught up in the party. Maybe… maybe he still mattered to her.“I need to give her time,” Eric said. With a resigned sigh, Eric turned and walked down the road, the sound of his footsteps lost in the stillness of the evening. He didn’t go

The bar was loud, the thumping bass of the music vibrating through Eric’s chest as he walked inside. It was packed, filled with people dancing, laughing, and shouting over the music. For a moment, he felt out of place, a bitter reminder of how far removed he was from this world, the world that Lisa now seemed to belong to.Eric’s eyes scanned the crowd, his jaw clenched tight as he searched for Oliver. The anger that had been bubbling inside him ever since Lisa’s manipulative words was now boiling over. He didn’t care about the stares from strangers or the fact that he didn’t belong here. He only cared about confronting Oliver and getting answers.Finally, in the back corner, Eric saw him. Oliver was seated at a large booth, surrounded by a group of people, boys and girls alike, laughing and drinking as if they didn’t have a care in the world. A few girls were dancing around the table, and Oliver, with a cocky smirk plastered on his face, sat back like he owned the place.For a moment

Eric’s sigh was heavy, full of frustration, as he felt the weight of his situation press down on him. He was surrounded by the pristine gardens he’d maintained for so long, but for the first time, he felt like a stranger in them. The insults, the betrayal, and now the smug mockery of Oliver had piled up, turning his anger inward. “Lisa why? Maybe I am overthinking it,” Eric said within himself. How had he let himself end up here? He had put everything he had into making Lisa happy, into proving himself worthy, and now he was left with nothing, nothing but the sting of humiliation and a bruised ego.Eric sighed “it all will be good, I believe that, it is all matter of time,” The hours dragged on, and Eric poured his energy into the meticulous task of trimming hedges and watering the plants.“I need to finish this hedges before Mrs. Rodriguez visits the again, I don’t want insult or added stress,” Eric snapped going back to work after remembering Mrs. Rodriguez attitude. The repeti

Lisa was shocked. “What is it?” Oliver asked, as his attention was drawn to her by her scream. Lisa was speechless. “Isn’t that…….” She pulsed, zooming into the picture, with her face unhappy. “Lisa, what is it? Talk to me,” Oliver said. He tried to peep into Lisa’s phone but she quickly shifted. “It’s nothing…… just…… just.. a shocking gossip on the internet,” Lisa chuckled. “Oh, I see,” Oliver nodded, turning to the menu and looking up to the waiter. "Good evening, welcome to Le Château Gourmet. Are you ready to place your order?" The waiter asked, with a towel on his arm, coupled with his royal facial expression and sleepy eyes. "Yes, I'll have the Wagyu Ribeye Steak, medium-rare, with the black truffle butter. For the sides, I'll take the roasted garlic mashed potatoes and the charred broccolini. And if possible, could you include the red wine reduction? And Lisa what do you want?” Oliver asked turning his attention to Lisa. Lisa casually picked up, the menu and blurted

The bright screen light of the phone, illuminated Lisa’s face, exposing her rage. Lisa decided to act. Lisa tried to unlock Eric’s phone, but she couldn’t, she forgot his passcode. “His dump ass, will tell me anyway,” she muttered within herself, looking at sleepy Eric. Lisa moved close to Eric, while he was asleep, she cleared her throat. “Eric dear……,” Lisa called, as she patted him romantically. Eric yawned, as he turns to his mistress. “What is it?” He asked softly, still sleepy. Lisa didn’t reply immediately, she gave him a sadistic look and started playing with a nails. “Do you love me?” Lisa mumbled in a childish tone, avoiding his gaze. “I…..I do….. you know I do,” Eric replied, his calm, with pure sincerity. Lisa sighed. “Lies!” She disagrees. “What?” Eric surprised. Lisa turned to the other side of the bed, without saying a word. Eric, now no longer sleepy, sat upright on the bed, realizing the state of things. Eric touched Lisa arms, Lisa resisted him. “What’