Chapter 41
Chapter 41
There was no handsome face to greet me when I opened my eyes. There was no morning greeting or warm body next to mine.
There were no giggles in the air as he pressed kisses along my neck, begging me to stay in for just one more minute.
It was just cold and empty.
I hissed as I stepped into the cold shower, the luxury of hot water had spoiled me.
I’d been used to this tepid cold water, the five minutes rule, as I washed and stepped out in a hurry through chattering teeth and
shivering skin.
But now, I half-expected the door to open, for him to be there as he stepped in behind me, whispering my name as he seduced
me into another round.
The kitchen didn’t smell like Mrs. Rivas’ fresh baked goods sitting on the counter, no sign of the freshly brewed coffee still
steaming. My violet mug with ‘I hate mornings’ written on it was missing.
I did my best with the instant coffee I scrounged for in the cupboard. The lack of groceries was apparent after weeks of not being
here.
The coffee was bitter with no creamer to soothe its harshness. No sugar to sweeten its sharp taste.
It was just bitter. Bitter and empty like everything else in this stupid apartment
Now, I could only see the flaws. How the light in the kitchen flickered, and the bumps in the stained carpet never laid down. flat.
How the window let in a draft of cold morning air, and the leaky faucet never stopped dripping.
Even the cupboards all squeaked when I opened them, and each sound was worse than the last. I didn’t always hate this place,
but after living with Damon, everything about it was off to me.
I ground my teeth together, pouring out the half-finished too-bitter coffee as I rinsed the dish and wished I was anywhere
else.
It was easy to grab my coat, shoes, and keys and leave the apartment behind. I locked up the apartment, intending to leave
when I ran right into something bright blue and fell onto my *ss.
I groaned, rubbing my tailbone as I glanced at what I had run into.
“Oh, my! My glasses!”
The old woman in the bright blue sweater felt around the old floors for a pair of glasses just out of reach, a newspaper falling
directly beside her.
“Mrs. Merryweather!” I cried as I jumped to my feet, grabbing her glasses and placing them in her hands.
“Oh, thank you, dear!” Mrs. Merrywheather smiled as I helped her to her feet. I snatched the newspaper off the floor and
stiffened.
It had a picture of Ashton and Corinna on the front, both waving to the camera, but it was the headline that caught my
attention.
*Split between the decade-old friendship of the Steyns and Hildebrands? Stocks have plummeted
I gritted my teeth, handing the newspaper back.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite neighbor,” Mrs. Merrywheather chuckled. “It’s been difficult to see a hint of you around here these past
few weeks.”
“Oh, sorry,” I said. Her words reminded me of when my grandmother would scold me and made me feel guilty. “I kinda moved
and forgot to ”
“Oh, that’s all right, dear,” Mrs. Merrywheather smiled good-naturedly. “In fact, It’s been easier than ever to grab my letters! They
just pile on your doorstep!”
1 chuckled at her bright nature, feeling warm for the first time that morning.
“I’ve got to get to work, but I’ll see you later, Mrs. Merrywhether,” I said, turning to leave
“Oh, I hope not!”
I paused in my tracks, turning to the old woman with a flabbergasted look. What did she just say?
“Oh, shut your trap, dear,” Mrs. Merrywhether chuckled. “I enjoy your company, but I’m not blind yet. I’ve seen you in the papers
I flinched, my gaze traveling to the ugly floral wallpaper they placed in the hallways. It was peeling and turning a nasty shade of
yellow.
Mrs. Merrywhether grabbed my hand, patting it fondly as she smiled up at me. “You know, Robert and I used to fight, and I would
always storm out in a rage, thinking to myself This time I am really going to leave him But I never did.”
“Why not?” I asked, quietly.
“Because I loved him.” Mrs. Merrywhether smiled sadly, her gaze distant as she finished. “Now I think of those days, and I
wonder how many moments I had wasted being angry and storming out when I could’ve been by his side.”
I glanced at her aging face, more wisdom and sorrow than I would ever know in her eyes. I’d never met her husband, but I had
heard from every resident in this building how good of a man he was
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, squeezing her hand.
“Don’t be, child.” Mrs. Merrywhether smiled kindly. “I loved him, and he loved me. That’s more than many get in this world. If you
truly love someone, you’ll forgive them, and they’ll do the same. Now, go!”
She grinned, shuffling on her feet as she pointed at the stairs. “And don’t let me catch you back here!”
She winked, and I laughed.
“Thanks, Mrs. Merrywhether.” I only hoped she could see how much she meant to me, and by the misty look in her eye. I
knew she knew.
“Bye!” I waved before turning away, a new energy in my step.
With a hope that blossomed like a rose in my chest, I truly felt there was nothing I couldn’t do.
“Cur!” I bellowed across the set. “Gabriel, you traveled too far. Stay close to the markers. Rosaline, reset cameras four through
five and make the closeup a four-point-five!”
Gabriel got off the ground, dusting himself off as the scene reset in front of me. I crossed my arms, watching closely under the
tent. The camera’s positions were all within reach as I viewed them each with an eagle-eyed gaze.
“Whoo, you’re on fire today. Addie.” Lucas whistled, impressed.
“Everybody loves a girl boss,” Jenna grinned. “And you are the girl boss to kill all girl bosses.”
1 rolled my eyes fondly, staring intently at the camera. “I have somewhere to be, so we need to get out quickly. No more
mistakes.”
Wed
“We’ve shot through three fourths of the movie, already,” Jenna protested. “We’re more than halfway done.”
“Exactly, so we can’t mess up now,” I said.
“Is this about...” Jenna paused, looking at Lucas who had his headphones on as he mixed the sound and lighting. Once she was
sure he wasn’t paying attention, she leaned over my shoulder to whisper, “your sister?”
“The wedding getting postponed is none of my business, Jenna,” I said, calmly. “You won’t be getting any juicy details from
me.”
“Not the wedding, silly,” Jenna rolled her eyes, taking the seat next to me. “I mean how you’re not going to be an auntie,”
I paused and turned to her with a very concerned expression.
“Excuse me?” I said, coolly.
Jenna raised her hands in defense. “Don’t shoot the messenger!”
“What do you mean, Jenna?” I frowned, crossing my arms, unfairly.
“Didn’t Lucas tell you?” she asked. “He’s been telling everybody. The modeling world is buzzing about it.”
My eye twitched as I turned my gaze on Lucas.
I grabbed Lucas’s shoulder, then ripped his headphones off his head.
“Hey!” he shouted then fell quiet as soon as he saw my thundering face.
“What have you been telling everyone about my sister?” I demanded. Even if she was a pain in the “ss and had been making my
life miserable for my entire life, she was still blood.
“Oh, you mean how the gossip column figured out that the woman in those pictures with Ashton Steyn was actually the surrogate
he had hired to have their baby because turns out Corinna Hildebrand is actually Corinna Summers, the actress, and that the
baby isn’t actually hers but the surrogates and Mr. Steyns?”
Lucas took a deep breath after the spiel as my mouth fell open.
“F*ck. I cursed, sitting back in my chair.
I thought my life was f*cked before but this....
My fingers were already dialing Corinna’s number as I got out of my seat.
“Hello?”
My eyebrows shot up in surprise at how cheery she sounded.
“Corinna?”
“That’s me,” she giggled.
“Uh, I was just calling to check on you. I heard about everything with...Ashton..” I trailed off, unsure of how else to respond.
“That’s old news, Addie! Don’t worry about it,” Corinna laughed. “I was just about to call you though. I’m having a bridal shower
tomorrow! I wanted to know if you would come.”
Bridal shower?
“But the baby’s not....” yours, I wanted to say. But I swallowed the words.
“Of course, I will,” I tried to sound optimistic.
“Perfect! See you then, Addie-Baddie!”
With that, she hung up, and I couldn’t help but stare at the phone in confusion. Addie-Baddie?
She might actually be losing it.