When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 1

After the Love Has Gone

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I prepared plenty of dishes on Christmas day, waiting for Helena Hawthorne to come home for dinner.

However, she never noticed any of them as she continued packing her things into a suitcase. She then said coldly, “I won’t be spending Christmas with you this year.”

I didn’t say a thing as I started eating in silence.

Right at the stroke of midnight, Helena’s! ove posted a photo on his Instagram feed. Helena was leaning against his shoulder in an intimate manner in the photo as fireworks lit up the sky behind them.

The caption read, “She said that as long as I wanted it, she’d leave everything behind to be with me.”

I didn’t get hysterical or question her anymore this time. Instead, I just double–tapped on the post to like it.

A second later, Helena called me, sounding like she was anxious and panicking. “Don’t get mad. I’ll definitely spend the next Christmas with you…”

I laughed self–deprecatingly and said, “It’s a pity that we won’t have till next year anymore.”

By the time Helena came home, it was already the next day.

anxiously for her at the main gate of

then got a text message from

the middle of having my lunch. I just replied to her

kitchen when Helena came in with her suitcase. She sounded tired as she huffed and puffed. Then, she stared at my back and said, “I haven’t

but this time, I just said, “I don’t have the time. You can eat

that you’re still mad at me for last night, but

the dishes and dried my

t

in this city, so I need

not.”

answered faintly, “Sure. I

trying to see through me. She then said in a tired voice, “You’re making me exhausted like this. Can you just

temper tantrum.

looked at me for a whole minute. Then, she retrieved a model airplane from her suitcase and handed It to me. She looked down at

there were even some creases in the original packaging. It was a drastically different situation from the intricately wrapped gift

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delight on my face as I took it from her and said politely, “Thank you.” I didn’t say anything

Helena’s eyes. She

answered simply,

face was white with anger. She held her hands out toward me and