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.

phone rang for a long time before an automated voice informed her that the call could not

up silently, wiping away a tear from the corner of her

be completely rational. When things upset her, she still cried. Somehow, crying seemed to be the only way

messages from her grandparents asking what she planned to have for dinner and

heart felt

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 turned on the TV and sat on

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lost in thought.

ready. Mona was waiting only

round, Outside, the sky grew darker, the faint rumble of thunder

was almost eleven. She felt physically drained, so she tried calling

Maxwell

freshen up. Just as she was heading up,

The caller was Maxwell.

ignored her calls, Mona never hesitated to pick

barely rung twice before she

pick me up from the club.

much

the dial tone,

was already five past eleven, and she had to go pick

bank card, and had Haley

some point, a light rain had started outside, and the wind was bone-chilling. Mona wrapped herself in a down jacket before

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

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 until it finally arrived at the illustrious club. The club's bright lights stood

was dark, and the

group walking in the

was already at the door, taking

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

the attendant