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Eva’s mind was spinning as she sat down at her desk, staring at the calendar on her screen. Six days. That was all that remained before Grandma’s surgery, and, perhaps, the most difficult chapter of her life would begin: her divorce from Adrian.
The past weeks had been a blur, each day bringing its own challenges. From her tense relationship with Adrian to the silent struggles of managing her work and personal life, it felt like she was living in a constant state of limbo. But now, with the surgery looming, there was an unsettling calm that washed over her. She knew that after everything—her marriage, her career, her future—there would be no turning back.
Jenny’s worried face lingered in her thoughts. Eva had tried to keep her concerns at bay, but the younger woman’s question earlier had pierced through her defenses. Are you going to leave your job? Are you going to divorce Mr. Blackwood? It had been said with such sincerity, yet beneath it, Eva sensed something else—a subtle fear of the unknown, the way people sometimes cling to what they know, even when it’s not healthy for them.
She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to push the weight of everything off her shoulders. But the truth was undeniable—she had to do it. Letting go wasn’t just about her marriage. It was about her life, her future, and ensuring that she could move forward with a sense of dignity, no matter what anyone else thought.
The thought of Adrian stirred something within her—a complicated blend of resentment, bitterness, and lingering affection. How could he have acted so petty, so possessive, and yet so… unpredictable? But it was what it was. She couldn’t waste any more time thinking about him.
With a deep breath, she turned her focus back to the tasks at hand, determined to get through the day, one step at a time.
As the day went on, Eva felt the weight of the decision to divorce Adrian, but it was still a step she had to take. The thought of her grandmother’s surgery brought a sense of urgency. Eva didn’t have the luxury to stall anymore. She needed to plan everything carefully, handle the surgery, the divorce, and her own well-being with precision.
There were so many loose ends, and it felt overwhelming, but with each passing hour, she realized she had to face them all. One thing at a time. She repeated the mantra silently in her mind as she moved forward with her work.
By the time she left the office, the exhaustion had settled in her bones, but the resolve was still there, stronger than ever. The days ahead would test her in ways she couldn’t yet imagine, but she was ready.
Ready to move on.
That night, as she prepared for bed, Eva picked up her phone and sent a quick message to Adrian: We’ll talk tomorrow.
She wasn’t sure what kind of conversation would unfold between them, but she knew it was inevitable.
