Amelia sat alone in her tiny apartment. When Clive’s call popped up on her phone, she didn’t even pause—just hit decline and kept straightening her sheets. She knew he wouldn’t bother calling again. That was Clive for you. All these years, every time he reached out, it was like he thought he was doing her a favor.
She let out a little laugh, more bitter than amused.
Earlier that day, before leaving the office, she’d already dropped her resignation letter off with HR. The place was empty at the time. Tomorrow was Saturday, and she didn’t want to bug anyone on their day off. Instead, she set up an email to go out first thing Monday, sending her resignation to both HR and Clive’s assistant, Aiden.
There wasn’t much to organize in her new place. Amelia quickly made the bed, then wandered into the kitchen. The fridge was basically empty except for some eggs and a bit of fruit she’d grabbed downstairs. She’d left in such a rush that she hadn’t really prepared for anything.
She cooked up a bowl of noodles, took it out to the balcony, and sat facing the city lights. Bite after bite, everything around her felt quiet—almost peaceful.
An hour later, Clive called again. This time, she just let the phone ring. She didn’t answer, didn’t hang up, just listened as it buzzed, then stopped after less than twenty seconds. That was about as much patience as Clive ever had for her.
But she remembered all those years she’d spent waiting for him. Waiting for his calls, his texts, waiting for him to finally have time for her. Waiting for him to take his medicine, to let her drop a mint into his mouth, for any tiny sliver of attention.
Amelia lowered her head and finished her soup. For some reason, it tasted a little salty tonight.
She washed her bowl and was heading back out when her phone rang again. This time, it was Donna.
Amelia hesitated, her mind immediately jumping to the kids. She picked up.
“Hi, Donna?”
“Mrs. Salmeron, please, don’t work late tonight. You need to come home!” Donna sounded urgent, totally unaware that Amelia had already moved out and was probably picturing her still working overtime at the office.


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