You Are My One and Only

Patricia assumed that it must be one of those advertisement flyers that businesses frequently left on people’s doorsteps. Sometimes, she would wake up to find an entire pile of them on their doorstep.

Some touted various medical treatments, locksmith services, or even offered jobs and other strange things.

Scott read out, “It says ‘repay your debts’, so I guess it’s from a money lending service.”

Stellan nodded. “Why are these pasted on our door, though? Scott, let’s tear them all down.”

The two little boys made quick work of it, while Patricia carried Sylvie to her bed.

Sylvie was sleeping so soundly that Patricia did not want to wake her up, so she let her sleep without washing up.

Patricia gazed fondly at Sylvie. Sylvie was rarely sick these days, and Patricia had a steady income too, so she no longer worried now.

She fervently wished that Sylvie, along with Scott and Stellan, would all grow up healthy and strong.

Once Scott and Stellan were done tearing off the warnings stuck to their door, they came to the room and said to Patricia, “Mommy, we’ve taken everything down, and the door’s locked too.”

Patricia nodded. “Go wash up and get ready for bed. Good night!”

She walked over to her two sons and gave them both a kiss on the cheek.

left the children’s bedroom and

shower, she lay in bed and

had sent her

‘Are you home yet?’

to drive them home himself, but Patricia had run off so quickly and Elizabeth had something to say to him, so he

was sent over one and a half hours

to

it take you so long

almost hear the accusatory tone in his voice from that text. She stuck her tongue out at her phone as she thought to herself, Hey, mister. It’s after hours. I’m not at work! Though she did not respond with this, of course. She was his personal secretary, so it did imply she had to be responsive at all hours of

on our way back, so that’s why I’m only replying to your text

should be respectful enough for you

who I get engaged to or even marry, the only person I like is

had already gotten ready for bed, but she was afraid that if she did

soon as she closed her eyes, she felt her phone vibrate, so she hurriedly glanced

that text, her blood began to boil, so much so that

like that? What the hell? What

someone else! You’re going to get married to someone else! How can you

was so mad that she turned her phone off immediately. She could not be bothered to deal with this anymore. She would cross that bridge if she

soon as she arrived at the office, she overheard her colleagues’

in the chat group? President Arnold is getting

“Who’s the bride-to-be?”