In the Royal Bay Villa, a few villas away, Shirley Grant was alone on her large red bed.
Last night, Alan Morgan hadn't shown up. It was like returning to that night years ago when she had waited, torn between resentment and anticipation.
Even the ending was surprisingly similar. She chuckled bitterly, got out of bed, put on her shoes, and left the bedroom.
She dialed Alan Morgan's number. The call connected. "Hello?" she ventured, but only silence greeted her from Alan's end.
"Alan, are you listening?"
The other end remained silent. Shirley Grant looked down at her slippers.
"I'm leaving Capital Town today. As you wished, I will never come back."
Her voice was cold, devoid of any sadness. The other end of the phone remained silent.
"I will sell the villa here. Thank you for making me unexpectedly wealthy. I…"
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP—
The call disconnected abruptly. Shirley's eyes reddened as she fought back the tears threatening to spill.
This was his choice. So… goodbye, Alan!
