Gemotions

Eliza smoothed the wrinkles from her perfectly tailored blazer. The letter, delivered by hand, had been waiting on her desk when she'd arrived that morning. She’d recognized the handwriting instantly: it was from David. Years ago, he had chosen someone else, shattering her heart, or so she'd initially believed. Now, a letter of regret, apologizing for his youthful indiscretions. She allowed herself a small, satisfied smile.

She picked up her Montblanc pen and signed a few documents, each stroke deliberate, powerful. Her corner office, with its panoramic view of the bustling street below, seemed to hum with an inner confidence. The sunlight glinted off the polished mahogany of her desk. He had come crawling back, as she'd always known he would.