A Woman Between Us
**Sarah**
After leaving the pool, I returned to Kael's cabin where my belongings were. I took a shower, changed my clothes, and felt uncertain about what to do next. I was annoyed by his nonchalance regarding the issue of protection during sex, especially considering his familiarity with other women.
My situation was different, as I had never been with another man besides Kael, and I always took good care of my intimate health, following my mother's teachings since adolescence, just like my sister did.
However, there was no use dwelling on this matter. What I needed to do was decide about the present moment. I began organizing my things on the yacht, being careful not to leave anything behind in that place that now only brought me bad memories.
Afterward, I sat on the bed and waited, still uncertain about what course of action to take. However, Kael made that decision for me, sending a crew member to inform me that the car to take me home was already waiting.
It was for the best. During the short journey to the car, where the driver was already waiting, I didn't encounter Kael, and I had no intention of seeking him out to bid farewell, even though I knew this was our last day together.
Upon arriving at his Bellard penthouse, I looked at the bed where we had spent so many nights together, memories torturing me. I decided there was no reason to stay a second longer in that place.
Without hesitation, I sent a message to Rachel, asking where she was and how I could get the keys to our apartment. There was no time to waste, as I had already postponed this moment for far too long.
I anxiously waited for a response from my sister, growing more apprehensive as the minutes passed. I began to question what I would do if I couldn't reach her as quickly as I needed to.
Realizing there was no other option but to wait, I set a deadline until the following morning to receive some response from Rachel. In the meantime, I continued trying to reach out through messages and calls but received no reply.
I looked at the bed and, in a fit of anger, started taking all my things out of the closet, throwing hangers on the floor, feeling intense stress. So many things had happened all at once, and I was tired of all the problems and setbacks.
After packing up all my belongings, I noticed that my luggage had tripled in size, which was ridiculous considering my current financial situation. An idea began to form in my mind, and I realized it wasn't such a bad one.
I gathered all the expensive designer clothes I had bought during the time I was Kael's lover along with my clothes from my previous life as a millionaire's daughter, and decided to sell them at a bazaar. That could earn me some good money, considering the amount of stuff I owned and was taking with me. The next day, when I arrived at the apartment where my things were, I would do just that.
Then I remembered I didn't even have the key to the place, which brought me back to the issue of my lack of communication with my sister. I made a big mistake by leaving that information for the last minute, and now all that was left for me to do was finish packing my bags and wait for the moment to leave the place that reminded me of the man I should completely avoid from now on.
I couldn't stand being in that room any longer, and I also couldn't stay in Kael's room, as both were filled with memories of our passionate moments. I then remembered a third room, probably a guest room, where I had never entered.
I walked over there and tried to open the door, but it was locked. This piqued my curiosity, as there was no reason for a guest room to be locked unless it wasn't a guest room.
I remembered the keys Dolores kept on a hook in the apartment's utility area and headed there, determined to get into that room at any cost. My intuition was correct, and after trying several keys, I found the one that unlocked that particular door.
Upon entering the room, I was met with an elegantly feminine space. The wallpaper was light, with delicate green foliage that conveyed tranquility. The curtains and bedspread were in a shade of green that perfectly matched the decor, and I was enchanted.
It was now clear that this room belonged to a woman, and my heart raced at this realization. However, I needed to be sure, so I headed straight for the bathroom, confirming the presence of various beauty products on the shelves and pastel-colored towels, just like everything else in the room.
While exploring the closet, I found a variety of elegant clothes, including evening gowns, indicating that the owner of these items was a discreet and sophisticated woman. Who could this woman be in Kael's life? A sister, a wife, or a lover, just like I had been until now? Could she have had an expiration date that came to an end, leaving her belongings behind in the hope of returning to his life?
These questions left me dizzy and almost made me fall. I sat on the bed, feeling disoriented and determined to leave that apartment as soon as possible. I couldn't bear the pressure any longer, especially now that I had discovered this unknown woman.
As I tried to recover, a memory of Dolores came to mind. She mentioned a "Mrs. Graham." Could that be Kael's ex-wife?
I looked at the cell phone in my hand and realized it would be easy to find out more information about Kael on the internet. However, sometimes ignorance brings more comfort than the truth. Maybe it was better to leave things as they were.
My time with Kael had come to an end, and I no longer needed any contact with him. Why seek more information that could hurt me? I already felt terrible about everything that had happened.
I was still trying to convince myself of this when a pharmacy delivery arrived at the penthouse. I assumed the package had been sent by Kael, and I confirmed it when I found it contained an emergency pill. Feeling worse than before after realizing I had completely forgotten about this "detail," I decided to take the pill immediately to avoid any unwanted complications for both of us. I inwardly thanked him for not forgetting this precaution, unlike me. One less thing to worry about.
The next morning, when Dolores arrived, I was already ready to leave, my bags packed in the living room of the apartment, and I was just waiting for the moment to go. Or rather, the moment when Rachel would respond to my messages, as she hadn't done so up to that point.
"Is the girl leaving?" Dolores asked, sounding sad, and I felt the tightness in my chest once again.
"Yes, Dolores," I agreed, feeling awful inside.
"It's a shame you two didn't get along, Sarah," Dolores lamented.
I didn't disagree with her, but I kept quiet. The situation between Kael and me wasn't subject to agreement. It was about what each of us wanted for ourselves, and Kael wasn't seeking a relationship with me, something he had expressed through actions and words. He only wanted to "fuck," as he had made a point of saying by the pool.
"I'll miss you, Dolores," I said, pulling her into a tight hug.
"I'll miss your company too, dear."
I didn't ask Dolores about the room or its owner. It was better to stick to my decision to avoid additional problems. I just insisted that she sit with me for coffee, as I had done every day I was in that apartment, and then, sitting in the living room again, I worried about Rachel's lack of response. What would I do if I couldn't reach my sister soon? Staying in the apartment was out of the question, and I wouldn't do that under any circumstances.
Sarah: Answer me, Rachel!
Sarah: Am I going to be on the street?
I tried contacting her again and realized that now the messages were being delivered to her, something that wasn't happening before. I felt hopeful that she would be responding to me soon, as my sister wouldn't leave me stranded like this.
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