I hoped she would attend the party and almost even asked my manager to make the partypulsory for all the retained employees but I held myself back. I didn''t want to force things.


    I decided to wait and see if she woulde, if she does, good then I''d talk to her at the party. If she doesn''t then it would be at work.


    But she dide. I saw her the moment she stepped into the room, lighting up the ce with her stunning presence. As I watched her stand at the entrance and take in the major change in the room that was once the reception area, I fought the urge to run to her and take her in my arms.


    I hadn''t been sure what her reaction would be if I tried to talk to her infront of everyone. For all I knew, the Ana I used to know would not hesitate to throw her drink on my face regardless that I was her employer. So I sent one of the waiters to get her for me.


    But she had not hesitated to make it very clear that she wanted nothing to do with me. When I asked that we talked about what happened that day, she was very clear in expressing her disinterest in talking about


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    It hurt when she said, "It''s in the past. We should leave it there." She said it like what we had was nothing more than a fling.


    I was suddenly transported back to that day, six years ago. I sighed. It had been a huge misunderstanding that I had no idea how to rectify and by the time I got myself together and took action, it had been toote


    I still remembered that day like it was yesterday. I had carelessly lost my phone; an urrence that still surprised me till this day as I was always very careful with my belongings.


    I knew that Ana was on a trip and I remembered that she told me when we departed at the airport before. she left that she wasing back that day so immediately I got back home, I snatched my credit card and rushed out to get another phone.


    I had her phone number memorized so the n had been to call her immediately I set-up the new phone and from there I would go pick her up.


    But when I tried her number she didn''t pick up. I already assumed it was because it was an unknown number but I still kept trying anyway. I thought that if she saw how persistent the caller was, she would pick up to tell them to leave her alone.


    I still remembered how an idea to first prank her had started to form in my head before I would tell her that it was me but she never picked up.


    I gave up and headed back home but I still tried her line. I decided to take a stroll, secretly hoping that she would pick up before I reached my apartment. Later, it stopped ringing and started to go to voicemails.


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    When I got back to my apartment, I had been so overjoyed to see her there. I just wanted to pull her in for a tight hug, breathe her in and kiss her before I exined anything to her.


    But she had just pushed me away and that was when I noticed the tears that pooled in her eyes and the rage in them.


    I tried to find out what was wrong but she wouldn''t even let me speak. All my questions fell on deaf ears.


    I did not think I had been so shocked as I was that day when she announced that she never wanted to


    see me again.


    I still remember her words. I still remembered how her voice trembled when she said those words that I had hated for a long time, "It''s over, Aiden. We''re done,N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    Those words? They broke me each time they echoed in my head after she left but I learned to get over it.


    Then she wished me a nice life and stormed past me and out of the gate.


    I had first thought it was a joke as I watched her walk away. I was rendered speechless, my breath held as I waited for her to turn back. I waited to hear her beautifulugh bubble up her throat as she jumped on me and wrapped her arms around me. I waited to hear her tell me that it was a prank in between her


    delightful. I waited to heave a sigh of relief as I hugged her to me but she never turned back.


    Even when I came to the realization that she was really leaving and chased her down, she didn''t turn back. I remembered yelling her name and begging her to wait but she didn''t even look back once. Devastated, I returned to my apartment and that was when her behavior finally made sense.


    I didn''t understand the mess in my apartment, nor did I understand how my clothes and a woman''s was littered everywhere.


    True, I had rushed out but the only thing I flung on my couch had been my jacket. And I was certain I locked the door.


    It became clear then that someone had broken into my house and staged the scene.