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Designing Her Own Life

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 617    |    Released on: 24/06/2025

nger seat. The seat I used to fight for, the seat that was mine. She offered me a tight,

is eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. "

eak, pathetic, and I di

of mergers, depositions, and case law. I sat in silence, picking at my food, my thoughts a million miles away, focused on the job offer, on findin

to me. "It was incredible," he gushed. "Andrew and Jennifer were a machine. They were up

ng in the air, a public confirmation of ever

ammered, his voice panicked.

er, no jealousy. Just a profound, weary indifference. He could ha

hissed, his composure crack

isfaction of a reaction. I wo

ession somber. "Gabrielle, again, my deepest condolences on

ainst his plate. He turned to me, hi

hat did

table, then his eyes, wide with fury, landed on me. "You didn't tell me?

r. The restaurant went quiet. "How could yo

painful, and dragged me out of the r

"Why, Gabby? Why wouldn't you tell me?" he pleade

wn calm a stark contr

dozens of times. I texted. I emailed. Jennifer answered your phone

olled through his call log, his messages. The missed calls. The unread texts. The color drained from his face as the full weight of his neglec

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Designing Her Own Life
Designing Her Own Life
“For ten years, I was Gabrielle Fuller, successful graphic designer turned dedicated wife, my life orbiting Andrew Scott, my charismatic lawyer husband. Then my father, a well-respected judge and Andrew' s mentor, made a dying wish: "Gabby... promise me... you and Andrew... work it out." Hours later, clutching my phone in the sterile waiting room, I tried to reach Andrew, who was at a crucial legal conference in London. Dozens of calls, countless texts – all went unanswered. Finally, on the twentieth try, an unfamiliar female voice answered Andrew' s phone: Jennifer Chavez, his ex-girlfriend and current colleague. Her clipped tone dismissed my emergency, saying he was "busy." The world tilted as I realized the unspoken truth: he was with her, and she was answering his calls while my father lay dying. My father' s funeral unfolded without Andrew; his absence a glaring wound in the front row, a whisper among the city's legal elite. I clung to flimsy excuses until I saw it: Andrew' s beaming photo celebrating a "big win" in London, posted the day my father died, with a photo of him and Jennifer captioned by Andrew: "Couldn't have done it without you." Every excuse shattered. He had time for social media but not for my desperate calls. The man I built my life around wasn't unreachable; he was simply unavailable to me. I called my best friend, Molly: "It' s over. I need a divorce lawyer." Now, I reclaim my life, piece by painful piece, starting with a new job and finding my own purpose. But when Andrew returns, pleading ignorance and begging for another chance, can I truly move on when the past refuses to let go?”
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