150 Ignored Duties, Unexpected Outings
150 Ignored Duties, Unexpected Outings
“Mom! Dad told me about tomorrow’s meeting with Ms. Ashton,” Cora’s excited voice filled the line.
Elara: Thank you for the invitation. I’d love to join you and Shanice this weekend.
Elara’s office was quiet except for the gentle tap of her fingers on the keyboard. The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting strips of light across her desk.
“Everything’s fine. Listen, I’m taking Shanice camping this weekend. Lovely spot about two hours from the city. She mentioned she’d love for you to join us.”
Julian studied her face. “You know, it’s okay to admit when things hurt.”
Elara felt a familiar twist in her stomach. She typed a quick response.
“Damien again?” Julian asked, not looking up from his tablet.
Elara slipped the phone back into her pocket and continued her presentation without missing a beat. No one in the room would have guessed the turmoil behind her professional smile.
There was a brief pause, then Cora asked, “Will Vivi go with Dad instead?”
Ms. Ashton had sent a message: Mr. Thorne and Dr. Dubois are here for Cora’s conference. We’ll miss having you but understand your busy schedule.
“I’m conserving my energy for battles, I can win,” she replied simply. “The divorce proceedings are moving forward. That’s what matters.”
Beck laughed. “Don’t worry. It’s glamping at best. Proper cabins, real beds, just with nature all around. Shanice thought you might enjoy a break from… well, everything.”
The next afternoon, while Elara was deep in a meeting with investors, her phone vibrated. She discreetly checked it under the table.
Elara saved her work before responding. “What would you have me do? Throw a fit? Demand he stop? We both know how effective that would be.”
As she began mentally preparing for the unexpected outing, she realized she hadn’t felt this spark of genuine excitement in longer than she could remember. Whether the
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weekend turned out to be wonderful or terrible, at least it would be different.
Elara was surprised. Beck rarely called her directly. “Good morning. Is everything alright?”
“Nothing to say about that,” she replied, sorting through papers on her desk. “It’s
done.”
”
The offer was tempting. A weekend away from her empty apartment, from thoughts of Damien and Vivienne, from the constant reminder of her changing life.
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I won’t be able to make it,” Elara said gently.
Later, when Julian asked how she was doing, Elara shrugged. “Fine. The meeting with Sternwood went well.”
Later that night, Elara called Cora as she did every evening.
Damien: Cora’s parent–teacher meeting is tomorrow at 2PM. Ms. Ashton specifically requested both parents attend.
Beck’s response was immediate: Excellent! I’ll pick you up at 4PM. Pack light, bring a
smile.
“What good would that do?” Elara asked. “Cora is happy. That’s what matters.”
“You should probably see what he wants.”
“Of course. Think about it and let me know by noon? Shanice is quite excited about the possibility.”
The reply came almost immediately.
“He’s integrating them quite thoroughly,” Elara agreed, her voice neutral.
Elara sighed. “If it were truly urgent, he’d text.”
Elara: I have meetings all afternoon that cannot be rescheduled.
She stared at her phone for a long moment, then pulled up Beck’s number. Before she could overthink it, she typed a quick message.
She put the phone down and returned to her work. Julian watched her carefully but
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said nothing.
“I meant about the school thing.”
For the first time in days, Elara felt a flutter of anticipation. A change of scenery, fresh air, and companions who didn’t look at her with pity or judgment–maybe this was exactly what she needed.
Cora launched into a detailed account of her school activities. Elara listened attentively, asking questions and offering praise in all the right places. When they finished talking, she sent a quick message to Ms. Ashton apologizing for her absence tomorrow and requesting a follow–up call at a later date.
Elara looked up at him, her expression softening. “I’m working on it. One day at a time.” “That sounds nice,” Elara replied, swallowing the hurt. “Tell me about your day.”
The week passed in a blur of meetings and project deadlines. Elara threw herself into her work, finding solace in the complex problems that required her full attention. She spoke with Cora each evening, but their conversations were becoming shorter as Cora seemed increasingly distracted.
Friday morning brought an unexpected call.
“First Jorge, then Xavier, now Emily and Daniel,” Julian paced the room. “At this rate, InnovaTech might as well be renamed Dubois Industries.”
Attached was a photo of Cora beaming between Damien and Vivienne in the classroom. Cora was clinging to Vivienne’s arm, looking up at her with clea
oration.
Her phone buzzed with a text from Damien.
The conversation shifted to their current project. They worked late into the evening, poring over engine specifications and testing protocols. When Elara’s phone rang the third time, she glanced at the screen and silenced it.
for
“I’d have you show some anger, at least,” Julian muttered, dropping into the chair across from her desk.
Damien: Mother will be disappointed.
“I’d have to check my schedule,” Elara said, though she already knew she was free. She’d deliberately left her weekend open, dreading two empty days with nothing but
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her thoughts for company.
Elara hesitated. “Camping? I haven’t been camping in years.
Julian burst in without knocking, his face tight with frustration. “Did you see the latest memo? Damien is bringing in two more of Vivienne’s cousins next month.”
Elara looked up from her computer, maintaining her composure. “I saw it.”
“Elara? It’s Beck.” His voice was friendly, casual.
“And what about your happiness?”
Elara: I’m aware. Send my regrets to Ms. Ashton.
“I hope she does! She promised to show Ms. Ashton pictures from our trip to the planetarium.”
Elara: She’ll survive.
After hanging up, Elara sat motionless at her desk. Part of her wanted to decline, to stay within the safe confines of her routine. Another part craved escape, a temporary reprieve from her reality.
Julian’s expression softened. “You’ve changed so much, Elara. Sometimes I miss watching you fight for things, even hopeless causes.”
The casual way Cora referred to Vivienne stung, but Elara kept her voice steady. “I don’t know. That’s for your father to decide.”
Damien: Dropping Cora at Mother’s for the weekend. She asked if you’d be
ting.
Julian stopped pacing and stared at her. “How can you be so calm about this? He’s practically building a dynasty around her family while you’re still legally his wife.”
“It’s just one night,” Beck continued. “We’d leave this afternoon, come back tomorrow evening. I’ve already sorted security and everything else. All you need to bring is yourself and a change of clothes.”
And different, right now, felt like a step in the right direction.
“I still fight,” she said, a small smile curving her lips. “I’m just more selective about my battles now.”
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As if on cue, her phone buzzed with an incoming message. Elara picked it up
reluctantly.
Damien: This is about our daughter’s education.
Elara: Not this weekend.
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