Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 85

The night was enveloped in eerie darkness, with a calm stillness that echoed through the empty streets. The frigid air seemed to deter most pedestrians from venturing, leaving the path lonely and quiet.

The shimmering stars cast their faint light upon the sleek front of Edward’s Ferrari, creating a mesmerizing display of twinkling white against the backdrop of swaying trees.

Edward’s gaze remained fixed upon the illuminated 28th floor of the building, its glaring lights piercing through the night. A. profound sense of pain gripped his chest, making it difficult to comprehend or accept what lay beyond those luminous windows.

After half an hour, he reached for his phone and dialed Kyle’s number. “Where are you, Kyle?”

Hanging up the phone, he ignited the engine, propelling his car toward the destination Kyle had mentioned.

Edward arrived at Kyle’s apartment in no time and stopped by the supermarket downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes.

Having been there numerous times before, he knew the password to Kyle’s apartment. Despite their professional hierarchy at work, they had developed a close friendship outside of office hours.

Kyle couldn’t contain his curiosity as Edward walked in with a sad look. “Did the confession not go well?”

Being intelligent and wise, he knew that workplace matters alone wouldn’t leave Edward so utterly defeated. After all, they had been together for years, and he had a good sense of who Edward was.

Even in the face of project failures, he had never seen Edward in such a lifeless state.

The only conclusion he could draw was that Edward had been rejected by the girl he liked.

Edward slumped onto the sofa, tugging at the corner of his lips with a hint of sarcasm. “Well, isn’t it just perfect that my confession failed? Have you got any alcohol? Let’s have a drink. It looks like I’ll be crashing at your place tonight.” He didn’t even get a chance to confess, and now the girl he had feelings for was already pregnant. He had yet to learn who he had been defeated by.

Kyle didn’t rush to respond and nonchalantly shrugged. “Sure. Any preference for something strong?”

“Sure”

Kyle thought that Edward must be seeking solace in alcohol, secking comfort in their friendship.

that’s what buddies

returned with a bottle of strong liquor and two glasses, sitting

let’s call Juana so she doesn’t have to wait all

consumed by his pent-up emotions, had forgotten about that. He was solely

excuse that they had to meet a client in the evening and wouldn’t be coming home. As soon as work was mentioned, Juana couldn’t resist the urge to first complain about Richard, and then offered understanding advice to her son about taking care

phone, Kyle spoke up, “Feeling down? Share it with me.

his bluntness, so he had no reservations about admitting his feelings for her during their time at the pizza restaurant.

lit a cigarette, and held it delicately between his fingers. The taste of nicotine failed to dispel

had mentioned that she was too young, but now it seemed they had not

she’s getting married? No chance

bitterness lingering. He rubbed his aching temples

Edward liked that promiscuous? She didn’t

him, staunchly defending her reputation despite her pregnancy. “What are you thinking? She’s not that kind of person.

one-night stand? What’s the difference?” As someone who had never

one night. Wasn’t that what a one-night stand was? Was there some

I could wait a bit longer. But now, I don’t even have a chance to confess. The girl I’ve liked for so long is

feelings for her seemed to have lasted much longer than just

been childhood friends. She was Sherri’s classmate since we were little, from elementary school, middle school, high school, and even college. It’s quite a remarkable connection. Sherri liked her and always brought her home to play. She was mature and polite. Even Juana, who’s not easily pleased, adored her. How could I resist? Ever since we were young, I’ve been drawn to her. I think it was around when she turned 15 that I realized I had feelings for her. And now, it’s been eight years. Eight years of not being able to gather the courage to confess. And now, I don’t even have a chance. It feels like a failure. I deserve

sharpness, hadn’t anticipated the depth to which Edward had concealed his feelings. Eight years of unrequited love. What kind of love could withstand such endurance? Was it Edward’s remarkable ability to hide his emotions, or was Miss Foster simply oblivious to his affections, failing to see what was right in front of

chance. The outcome might have been different if

to make another confession now, it would be

in a video recently. “I love you, but you have

wasn’t about marrying someone else. It was about becoming a

was one of the most tragic

you earlier. You insisted on keeping everything bottled

swift actions, lived up to the name of his organization. Velocity Expeditions. The speed was

remarkable.