You Are My One and Only

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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.”

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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.

Then, she left the children’s bedroom and returned to hers.

After taking a shower, she lay in bed and checked her phone.

Isaac had sent her a text.

‘Are you home yet?’

He had wanted to drive them home himself, but Patricia had run off so quickly and Elizabeth had

something to say to him, so he could not go after them.

Patricia glanced at the timestamp. The text was sent over one and a half hours ago.

She decided to reply. ‘Yes.’

Soon, she received another text from him. ‘Why did it take you so long to respond to my text?’

Patricia could 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 the day.

‘My apologies, President Arnold. We dropped by the hospital to visit Poppy on our way back, so that’s

why I’m only replying to your text now.’

That should be respectful enough for you right, you moron?

‘Patricia, remember this. No matter who I get engaged to or even marry, the only person I like is you.’

Patricia was sleepy and had already gotten ready for bed, but she was afraid that if she did not respond

to Isaac’s texts, he would charge straight over to her house to punish her.

Therefore, after responding to his text, she waited for his reply. As soon as she closed her eyes, she

felt her phone vibrate, so she hurriedly glanced at the screen.

When she read that text, her blood began to boil, so much so that she almost jumped out of the bed.

How can you say something like that? What the hell? What a b*stard you are, Isaac!

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

still say that I’m the one you like? Who on earth would believe you?!

Patricia 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 came to it.

The next day, as soon as she arrived at the office, she overheard her colleagues’ discussions.

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“Did you see the announcement in the chat group? President Arnold is getting engaged next Saturday.”

“Who’s the bride-to-be?”

Just then, they threw a glance at Patricia, who was standing in a corner of the elevator.

Patricia pretended to be unaware of their conversation. She kept her eyes fixed on the top of the

elevator to avoid catching anyone else’s gaze.

They murmured in hushed voices, “The Aniston Family’s daughter, Adeline Aniston.”

“Oh! So it’s not Miss Aniston, huh!”

“What a pity for Miss Aniston!”

Patricia heard their sighs, sensed their gazes and heard them pitying her.

At long last, she managed to survive the long journey to the top floor. After passing by 66 floors

listening to others gossip about her, she had developed an armor that made her immune to all their

comments.

When she entered the president’s office, all the secretaries whipped their heads over to look at her, but

she tactfully avoided their gazes.

She marched straight into the office room and shut the door before finally exhaling.

So what if Isaac and Adeline are getting engaged? Why do I need to be pitied? I don’t even like Isaac!

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