Love Left Unexpressed

friend about how to confess my feelings to J

a radiant smile, linked arms with Jorge an

.

sed to me, and I agreed." She looked a bit anxious and

"Diana, you won'

dsome guy and a beautiful gir

ight streamed through the window, casting a chill over

ya and Jorge wal

r head to talk to him, her lips slightl

hair and using a tissue to wipe her mouth. Then h

e, her eyes lighting

his eyes showin

rn, "Diana, didn't sleep well last

one, like her appearance,

alized I'd been silent too long. I murm

insisted on dragging m

her, "It's fine,

rets like a true best friend. Even when she started dating, she liked to pu

eventually, I thought maybe seeing mo

school romance, I felt lik

ing unexpect

.

ed: Jorge was revealed to be the

incapable of having additional children. Moreover, their biological son had gone astray as a result of a maid's carelessness. Consequently, they retai

n boy plummeted from his pedestal practically overnight. Arya, deeply mortified by his ch

, I, Diana Warren was the one

ficant success. Over the years, he never explicitly confessed to me, but per

relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend. I even f

eality hit

known number read, "

ar nickname could only belong to one person-Arya. At that moment, it felt like

nger as close as it once was, and besides... I was still with Jorge. I typed and dele

er, I was well - aware that the undercurrents beneath the seemingly plac

a shadow of paranoia a

r, only to be met with a cold, mechanical voice. Unwillin

k, he said, "I'm bu

could hear a soft female voic

a sense of unfamiliarity, yet a de

as A

tightly, my heart filled with unresolved resen

n the happiness I'd

just hours after receiving that text messag

coming home

the catalyst, making me fe

sually threw on a coat, grabbed my

ly looked like a wife catching her husband in the act. Whether Jorge was

ilding. The receptionist recognized me and didn't stop

ing in constant anxiety for over a month. This cautious life was

hing out of line, I still kn

me

ushed the door open, scanning

signs of fatigue, with papers scattered acro

gh it was a question, Jorge'

d. "What do you think?" Fortun

lunchbox down on the desk, and deftly opened it. "No matter how swamped you are, you've got to

nue working. He just watched me arrange things,

aps not for much longer. Even though I hadn't found anything yet, I always

asking, "What were you doing

him, pulled me to his side,

an emergen

it. The cold words over the phone

as he belatedly asked, "Are you upset b

eyebrow at

rong nose and a captivating smile. He wore a suit, exuding a charm that strad

ssue and then made a phone c

ver now

o, acting all mysterious?" He didn't answer, just looke

was a knock on the door. Jorge g

at met my eyes was an enormous bouquet of roses, so large that it could conceal half of a person. The bou

ruly bea

. Jorge stood behind me, his voice low and m

ad forgotten,

. Otherwise, I... thought I'd have to come home later to

to catch him cheating. Filled with guilt, I threw myself into hi

fate couldn't s

, I noticed a stra