The diary

(JARED'S POV)

At the close of work, I packed up, ready to leave. I was reluctant to go home at first, but then, I had to if I didn't want Sofia to create another scene. And besides, I couldn't keep running away from my own house. On arriving home, Sofia welcomed me with a hug. I recoiled at her touch, I've been doing that lately. It amazed me how she could act normal after the stunt she pulled at my office earlier. "Hey, how was your day?" She asked, her voice dripping with fake sweetness that I could decipher.

"Fantastic, all thanks to you," I responded sarcastically while moving toward the stairs.

Her smile faltered, but she said nothing.

I got inside my room, our room rather, because Sofia had insisted on moving in since we were engaged and soon to be married. Just then, my phone rang. It was my mother calling. "Hello, Mom," I answered.

"My dear, how're you?" Her familiar soothing voice breezed in.

"I'm fine, Mom. Just got back from work."

"Alright. I have some good news for you."

"What is it?" I inquired, interested.

"Sofia's parents are returning to the country in two days."

I paused, my hand on my tie loosening. "Really? Is her father okay now?"

"Yes, hopefully. He thinks he's okay now, and the doctors think so too, so they'll be back from India in two days."

"Is Sofia aware?"

surprise, so don't tell her. Just bring her over to the

like a good idea,"

is," she concurred. Then her tone turned serious. "How's

who she was referring to. "Fine,

"Do you think -

talk about my relationship, Mom. Let's talk later, okay? Bye, I love you," I

thoughts went to Sofia's parents. It was a good thing they were finally returning to the country, at least Sofia would get to reunite with her parents after a couple of years. Who knows, their return could do something to her character,

I resumed undressing, stepping into the

on the bed with my home laptop and plugged in my ear pods. I had some documents to tend to. Usually, they were supposed to be handled by my secretary, but since I fired her, I had to do it

to use the

getting down on my knees to look under the bed. As I groped for the ear pod under the bed, my hand involuntarily collided with something.

-a blue leather diary, and it was locked. Curiosity piqued on who owned it, as I was certain it wasn't

back to it,

and this timel found it. And then I returned

it behind the table.

you

laptop on the bed. "I'm

you cut

in front of me,

work if I want

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