The Queen's Back

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After returning home, Mona felt utterly exhausted. She took a quick nap and got up in the late afternoon to start preparing dinner.

When she picked up her phone, she noticed Maxwell hadn't replied to the message she'd sent him earlier.

A familiar sense of helplessness washed over her. She wondered when this kind of life would finally come to an end.

Mona said: [Maxwell, I'm getting dinner ready now. Let me know when you see this.]

Mona knew Maxwell wouldn't reply right away, so she didn't keep checking her phone.

Hattie prepared fresh vegetables and meat daily, so Mona glanced through the fridge before deciding on the evening meal.

She spotted her favorite steak and, given the cold weather, decided to make beef vegetable soup.

She also saw some tomato and remembered that Maxwell used to say he loved it. So, she planned to include it as the vegetable dish for dinner

As the food neared completion, the soup was already filling the kitchen with its aroma, leaving only the vegetable dish to prepare.

Thinking of Maxwell again, she washed her hands and went to the living room to check her phone.

There were several messages, mostly from her grandparents and her best friend, but nothing from Maxwell.

Mona couldn't help but open the chat with Maxwell first. Since his memory loss, it had become a one-sided conversation, filled almost entirely with her own words. Maxwell's responses were brief, with an occasional "okay" or "Not bad," or sometimes he didn't bother replying at all.

Reading through their chat history, Mona felt her eyes well up.

She realized she had become what people online now called a "simp."

She was clinging to Maxwell shamelessly, just as she once had with Teddy. It was as if everything had come full circle, only this time with a different person.

Without thinking for too long, Mona dialed Maxwell's number.

long time before an automated voice informed her that the call could not

silently, wiping away a tear from the corner of

still hadn't fully matured. She couldn't be completely rational. When things upset her, she still cried. Somehow, crying seemed to be

her grandparents asking what she planned to have for dinner and some

heart felt a bit

a bumpy ride. But she had treasures she could boast about without hesitation, her grandparents' love and a decade-long friendship with Ava. These were her most precious gifts. After another attempt to call Maxwell went unanswered, Mona

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lost in thought.

nearly ready. Mona was

the sky grew darker, the faint rumble of

almost eleven. She felt physically drained,

a bitter laugh, wondering when Maxwell would

upstairs to freshen up. Just as she

The caller was Maxwell.

often ignored her calls, Mona never hesitated to pick up

phone had barely rung

"Mona, come pick me up from the club.

how much to bring, the

she listened to the dial tone, Mona's face

already five past eleven, and she had to go pick

card, and

had started outside, and the wind was bone-chilling. Mona wrapped

quiet streets seemed especially empty at this hour, the car moving smoothly

head against the window, watching the streetlights cast a warm orange glow over her pale face, which highlighted her delicate features. Outside, the light rain danced in the air. Mona gazed at the drops on the window, feeling a fresh wave of confusion. She no longer knew how to relate to Maxwell. The car wound through the streets

the

in the

they even entered, a club attendant was already at the door,

attendant quickly smiled at Mona. "Oh, Mrs. Carter, Mr. Carter has been

the attendant a