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?"

bring her

a good idea," I

she concurred. Then her tone turned serious. "How's things between

she

"Do you think -

Let's talk later, okay?

the country, at least Sofia would get to reunite with her parents after a couple of years. Who knows, their return could do something

I resumed undressing, stepping into the bathroom for

and dressing up, I got 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

got off the bed to use the restroom. But one of my ear pods went off, rolling under

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

find an object -a blue leather diary, and it was locked. Curiosity piqued on who owned it, as I was

back to

had to find my ear pods as they cost quite a sum. I reached under the bed again, and this timel found it. And then I returned to the diary wondering where the

behind the

what are you up to?"

laptop on the bed. "I'm

work so hard," she said, approaching me. "Why don't you cut yourself some

of me, placing her hands on my

I said, gently taking her hands off. "I have work to work if I want to be able to keep providing for you,

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