When Ellis finally asked her officially to be his girlfriend, of course she accepted. She had no doubt now that he had feelings for her. And even though she was rejected before, she didn't want to hold a grudge, or try to get revenge. She was giving their love a chance to prosper. Their favorite thing was spending lazy weekends together. They would linger in Zoey's bed late into the morning, cuddling and talking about everything and nothing. Zoey loved the way Ellis played with her hair. Ellis adored Zoey's infectious giggles. In the kitchen, they would make extravagant breakfasts together. Zoey would whip up perfect omelets and Ellis would create beautiful fruit salads. All the while they would dance and sing terribly to music played on Ellis's vintage record player.The afternoons would be spent on the couch watching old movies or reading books side-by-side. Such simple domesticity made them both incredibly happy. Just being together felt like coming home.As weeks went on, their l
As winter's chill set in, they started looking forward to their first holiday season as a couple. They spent hours decorating the apartments with twinkling lights and stringing up mistletoe even if it was too early. Every festive activity sparked playful kisses and tight embraces. Ellis did not want something elaborate, he just wanted to spend time with Zoey in that period. To him, she was the reason why he celebrated at all. For Thanksgiving, they decided to host a big dinner party for their close family and friends only. They worked for days preparing all the mouth-watering dishes. Ellis stuffed the plump turkey while Zoey taste-tested the creamy mashed potatoes and green bean casserole.When Christmas arrived, Zoey joined the Royale family for the celebration. The Royale living room was warm with mouth-watering smells and the cheerful conversation of loved ones around. Between bites of pie and sips of hot cider, friends and family smiled as they watched the young couple gaze adori
Ellis smiled as he looked across the cafe table at Zoey. They were out on one of their numerous beautiful dates. Her eyes were bright with laughter as she recounted an amusing story from her day at work. He loved the way her cheeks flushed when she got animated talking about something she was passionate about. As Zoey paused to take a sip of her latte, Ellis quickly opened his phone and took a photo of her. She made a face at him as she caught him in the act, but he just grinned wider. He loved capturing little moments like this with her, freezing beautiful instants in time.He turned his phone around and showed it to Zoey. She smiled and shook her head at his cheesiness, but he could see she was charmed. Little did they know, someone else's eyes were also on them. Somewhere among the other tables, a figure sat alone, the glow from their computer screen casting an eerie light over their features. The person was pretending to type meanwhile there was a small camera attached to the sys
The stalker watched in silence as Ellis got in his car and drove off toward what the stalker could guess was Zoey's apartment where the couple spent most evenings together. Leaving a discreet distance between Ellis, the watcher followed for a while and when the direction was confirmed, the person stopped following them, and took a detour to avoid being seen.Ellis and Zoey ended up going to watch a movie. Ellis rented out a private theater so they could enjoy it alone. The cinema was one of the few in the city that had private viewing rooms like these made mostly for couples, or just those who wanted privacy. It was a quiet evening after a long workweek for both of them. Zoey had her head resting on Ellis's chest, his arms wrapped around her. Though the film was an action movie Ellis had been wanting to see, he found his attention kept drifting away from the explosive scenes on the screen. He was acutely aware of the rhythm of Zoey's breathing, her warm weight against him, and the fa
Ellis was about to use his cultivation skills to detect if there was anybody's aura around there, when a wait staff of the theater came in to offer them some drinks and snacks. Ellis and Zoey immediately assumed that the creak she had heard was from the movement of the wait staff coming close to their door. The watcher let out the shallowest of breaths, their body still poised statue-still. They could have kicked themselves for their carelessness. They got too close, too reckless in their desire to observe. If Ellis and Zoey had actually discovered the watcher there, well, the consequences could have been catastrophic, derailing everything. No, in the future they would have to be even more cautious and circumspect.The intruder was hidden in the darkness behind the door, and while they were distracted as the server dropped their drinks and snacks, the intruder walked out with their head bent, and a hoodie covering their face. About an hour later, they finished the movie and went home,
Unable to tear their eyes away from the warm, inviting scene inside, the watcher reached for the door handle without consciously deciding to go through with it. But at the last second, a small shred of self-restraint stopped their hand. They realized how insane it would be to actually intrude on Ellis and Zoey's lives in such a reckless way, with neither a plan nor rationale to justify it.The watcher's mind raced, senses suddenly hyper-alert to the sounds and movements around them on the sidewalk. What if someone noticed them lingering here staring through the window like a deranged stalker? The thought of being seen, having to explain themselves, flooded the watcher with panicked adrenaline.With a harsh indrawn breath, they backed away from the bar's entrance and turned to melt into the crowd heading down the street. The fantasy of upending the watcher's twisted little world had nearly overwhelmed their rational judgment, but they managed to pull back from that brink. At least for
The rumble of an approaching bus jolted Emily out of her self-made vigil. Disappointment pricked at her. Zoey was usually here earlier. She adjusted the strap of her purse, the worn leather cool against her clammy hand. Doubt gnawed at her. Maybe doing this was a bad idea. But the memory of Zoey's radiant face, the joy in her eyes when she spoke of Ellis, fueled Emily's resolve. She wouldn't let Zoey enjoy all that when she was here.A sleek black car, not the familiar bus, rounded the corner and slowed to a stop next to Emily. Emily felt a jolt of panic go through her as she recognized Zoey peering out the passenger window. Panic clawed at her throat. She had not planned for this conversation to be done outside. But the lie, carefully constructed over weeks, sitting heavily on her tongue, demanding release. Emily had found out where Zoey usually came to this particular shop to have breakfast most days, or to order breakfast to go when she was late for work. This was the only chance s
Emily nodded. "Yes. A little girl. He's been... hiding her from you. We used to be classmates, and the mother of the child is also a classmate of ours. Or she was, but she had to drop out of college after getting pregnant."She didn’t mention that she was Ellis’ ex-girlfriend, to give more credibility to her story. She didn’t want Zoey to suspect that this was being done out of jealousy. And it was a bit of petty revenge since Ellis hadn’t even discussed about her with his new girl.Zoey stood frozen, the colour slowly draining from her face. Emily plunged on, weaving a narrative of concern and empathy, careful not to implicate herself as the source. She spoke of accidental encounters with Ellis and the child, painting a picture of a secret life he had kept hidden. She kept saying she could introduce Zoey to the mother of the child at any time, and she could also meet the child too as a form of confirmation. That was a lie but she said it so confidently in order to look genuine. All o