Begging For A Reconciliation

“Are you a runaway bride, young lady?” Cab drivers had always been a nosy bunch. The sight of Leah’s torn dress and the handsome Ron Sanders by her side lit up his imagination.

Leah was wordlessly gaping like a fish. “…”

Ron, on the other hand, went with it. “Wow, you’re right. Since you know, you should get us out of here quick or they’ll drag us back in.”

A sense of purpose arose in the driver’s heart.

“Alas, there are too many star-crossed lovers who don’t find happiness. The sight of you two reminds me of my youth. Don’t worry. I won’t allow them to break the two of you up.” After he finished, he jammed his foot into the accelerator.

He sped off at the speed of sound. The cab felt as though it had transformed into a race car.

Leah gave Ron a look of great admiration. His ability to lie with such a straight face truly knew no bounds.

The car ride that was supposed to take twenty minutes had its journey drastically shortened. The driver had dropped them off within ten minutes.

Ron gave the driver a 100-dollar bill as he spoke, “Keep the change.”

The driver’s goodwill for them rose to greater heights when greeted by their generosity. He watched the two scurrying away and shouted at the top of his lungs, “Live your lives the way you want!”

Leah pushed open the gates to the Sanders residence.

The moment the gates shut behind them, the mansion fell silent. It was as if it were a deserted home.

“Are you home, Ian?” Leah raised her voice to call him out.

Silence was the only answer she received.

Leah felt uneased as she passed through the lush garden before stepping in through the door.

The parlor was empty with not a single soul in sight. Everything was kept neat. It didn’t seem like anyone had forced their way in.

glance through the

“We should look upstairs.

then ascended

room was located. Ron also lived within the residence’s grounds.

one room after another, yet again and again, her

was nowhere to

in their search for him, with doors

a door once more as her eyes fell onto the guest room

as she expected. Ian

see him. There are only four guest rooms left that

brows. “Let’s keep going.

she could finish, however, the doorknob in the guest

and Ron heard it

as she rushed over to

the door to the guest room slowly opened from

it had only been two seconds, she felt as if a century had

The door finally opened.

person behind the door wasn’t

the woman clad in white cotton

Leah for that split second and exclaimed, “Sarah?

she

are you here?” Leah

she had been two years ago who felt inferior

an independent woman. Sasha subconsciously

was Ian who allowed me to stay. He said I was free to stay for the time being. I didn’t mean to

been here in the Sanders residence all this time?” Leah asked once

sorry for me. Are you going to

Leah felt disgusted.

he felt sorry for her? Am I

be angry if he was the one who decided to