The End Of a Marriage
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The next day dawned with a quiet stillness that did nothing to ease
Isla’s unease. It was her birthday, but the house felt empty, void of
the anticipation she used to feel when she knew Graham would come.
The hours crawled by, each minute dragging her spirits lower. By
midday, her heart was heavy with dread, and by evening, her hopes
had crumbled completely.
Graham didn’t come.
Not a single phone call, not a note, not even a message sent through
someone else. The silence from him was deafening. Isla spent most of
the day curled up in her room, her phone clutched in her trembling hands as she dialed his number over and over again. Each call went
unanswered, the line either busy or redirecting her to voicemail.
Desperate, she called his office. When Nella answered, her voice professional yet tinged with sympathy, Isla felt a glimmer of hope. “Nella, please,” she said, her voice cracking. “Can you tell him I need
to speak to him? It’s important.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Isla,” Nella replied gently. “Mr. Lancaster isn’t
available right now.”
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The words hit Isla like a physical blow. Her breath caught, and she
fought to keep the tears at bay. “He isn’t available,” she repeated, her
voice trembling, “or does he just not want to speak to me?”
The question escaped before she could stop it, and she immediately
regretted it. “I’m so sorry, Nella,” she said quickly, her cheeks
flushing with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to put you in that
position.”
“It’s okay, Ms. Isla,” Nella replied, her tone soft and understanding. “I
hope you understand—I’m just doing my job.”
“I do,” Isla whispered. She really did. But it didn’t make the pain any
easier to bear. She ended the call with another apology, her hands
shaking as she set the phone down.
Watching Isla unravel day by day was agonizing for Maggie, but she
felt powerless to help. Every tear that Isla shed, every hollow sigh,
weighed on Maggie’s heart like lead. She could only hope that,
somehow, the situation would resolve itself.
At around nine in the evening, as the house settled into its quiet
nighttime rhythm, the phone rang. Maggie, ever attentive, was quick to answer. She lifted the receiver, her voice bright with cautious hope. “Hello, Thornfield Manor,” she said. A moment later, her expression
changed, and she shouted up the stairs, “Isla! Isla, come down quickly
-it’s Master Graham!”
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Excitement flared in Isla’s chest, a spark of hope igniting after days of despair. She rushed to the staircase, her feet barely touching the floor
as she descended.
Maggie, meanwhile, had turned back to the phone, her relief evident
as she spoke. “Oh, Master Graham, you finally called! Isla’s been trying to reach you all day–she was so worried! And I was beginning
to think-”
But Maggie’s cheerful rambling trailed off abruptly. The voice on the other end of the line was cold–so cold it seemed to seep through the receiver, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.
“I just realized it’s Isla’s birthday,” Graham said, his tone distant, almost mechanical. “Wish her a happy birthday for me, Maggie, won’t
you? I’ll send her some gifts later.”
And then, without waiting for a response, he added curtly, “I have to
- go. I’m busy right now.”
The line went dead. The abruptness of the call’s end left Maggie frozen, the receiver still pressed to her ear as if she couldn’t quite process what had just happened. She stood there for a long moment, her face pale and her hands trembling slightly. The chill in his voice lingered like a ghost in the room, and for the first time, Maggie truly grasped how deep the rift between Isla and Graham had become.
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Isla had reached the last landing of the staircase, her breath catching
as she realized the call was over. She stared silently at Maggie, who
turned to her with a sorrowful expression, clutching the phone as
though it might somehow bring Graham back.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
