Return of the Heiress I Married My Ex Husbands Brother

"Mrs. Elliot, Sir is currently in a meeting and cannot take calls," said the secretary in a chilly voice.

Before Elena could respond, the person on the other end hung up.

Elena stared at her phone's blank screen and felt a sharp, throbbing pain run through her body.

Important meeting - two words that shattered the thin veil of hope she had left.

The cold evening air bit at her cheeks and tears welled in her eyes.

When Andrew informed her earlier that he was running late for the dinner, Elena did not take it to heart.

Andrew's work always took precedence.

During their five years of relationship, she had always been accommodating and never been an unreasonable person.

But tonight was their anniversary, and she hoped that for once, he would put their love before his demanding career.

Alas...

Elena stubbornly waited for him even though she knew he wouldn't show up.

Because part of her still hoped he would not abandon her.

The minutes seemed to last forever.

Three hours had passed with no sign of Andrew.

After a while, the manager approached. "Are you okay, ma'am? You've been here for more than three hours. Do you want to order anything while you wait?" He inquired.

With a heavy heart, she finally accepted that Andrew would not show up and stood up to leave.

Andrew's absence deeply disappointed Elena.

She felt a sinking heaviness in her chest, and it hurt so much that it was suffocating.

As she left, the diners around her blurred into a mosaic of hazy faces.

The cold wind outside matched the chill in her heart as she walked outside the farmhouse restaurant.

Tonight, she had expected a night of fun and shared memories, but instead, she got this lonely walk of shame.

She turned her gaze to the empty streets in front of her.

The desolation mirrored the void Andrew's absence had created.

Only then did she realize that it was difficult to hail a cab in this remote place.

With a sigh, she returned to the entrance, her heels clicking on the cobbled path.

The receptionist at the entrance looked at her. "Is everything alright, ma'am?"

Elena shook her head, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak. "My ride isn't here. Is it possible to hail a taxi or something?"

The receptionist gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm afraid it's difficult to get a cab around here, especially at this hour. However, there is a bus stop down the street. You can take a bus from there."

Elena thanked her and left the restaurant.