Page 70 of Beyond our Forever

“Do you think this blog is a job? It isn’t that big of a deal, Bruce.”

“Why not?” he questions. “If it makes you happy and you’re getting good results, I don’t see why you shouldn’t continue with it. Maybe you’ve found your way, love, and after the blog you may want to start a podcast, write books… The possibilities are endless.”

After Bruce and I end the call, his words keep going through my head.

Could it work?

Is it possible?

Well, no need to worry too much just yet, it’s only been a week, so let’s see what turns the story takes.

The endless story, just like life.

Just like dreams.

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It is Friday and the day of the long-awaited party Steph’s husband has arranged in her honor. I’ve gone shopping again, this time buying more than a single outfit, in fact my wardrobe has grown exponentially these weeks, with bags containing summer dresses, skirts, and even shorts regularly arriving home. Bruce has joked a couple of times about limiting my use of the credit cards, but as soon as he sees the new clothes on, his protests are lost amid pleading for us to finally take the big step, which I am dying to take.

However, I still feel that the time isn’t right yet.

Bruce calls shortly before seven to let me know that he is still stuck in a meeting, it seems there have been some issues, something to do with the land and structures that I don’t understand.

“You go ahead,” he tells me. “I’ll see you there in a while.”

“I’ll get an Uber,” I tell him. “So we don’t have to return home in separate cars.”

After imaginary kisses and promises of what is to come, we cut the call.

When I finally arrive at my friend’s house—a little late, I must add—the party is already in full swing.

I’ve barely crossed the entrance when a message lights up my phone screen.

I’m still in my meeting.

I don’t know what time it’ll end.

Well, this is life, not everything is sweetness and light, Bruce still has to fulfill his work obligations as well as his personal ones, as much as it pains me to accept it.

At the back of the room, I recognize Emilia’s freshly colored red hair, and when she realizes that I’ve arrived, she walks over to meet me.

“About time you showed up,” she blurts out in greeting.

I blink a couple of times, surprised and stunned by her unnecessary rudeness.

“I have something for you, dear friend,” she says smugly.

I raise my eyebrows in question, what’s going on here?

“You wanted proof?” Her words are more of a challenge than a question, a threat. “Well here you have it.”

She holds out her phone to show me the image on the screen.

It’s Bruce.

More than that, it’s Bruce with another woman.

The beautiful blonde.

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