The Wrong Woman

Candice replied impassively, "Yes, but he's not as important as you are."

"Did he tell you to leave me?" Elio asked.

Candice fell silent.

Elio's face turned sour. He tightened his embrace, closed his eyes, and whispered into her ear, "Candice, ignore what anyone else might say. Don't even think about leaving me. Now that you're in my life, I'll never let you go."

Candice's heart ached with sympathy, sensing the deep, unspoken love Elio harbored for her. Though she harbored feelings for him, too, her love was different-much purer. She cherished him deeply but had restrained herself, never acting on her feelings or crossing any boundaries.

She wrapped her arms around Elio's neck, pulled herself up on her tiptoes, and whispered into his ear, "Let me tell you a secret."

Curiosity piqued, Elio tilted his head down, his ear brushing close to her lips, ready to catch every word.

"I have been in love with a man for ten years," Candice murmured.

his expression hardened. He unclasped Candice's hands from his neck and

of irritation, he loosened his tie and glanced toward

the mood was lighter, but now Elio seemed distant and upset. "Don't wait

Candice murmured,

removed his suit jacket and headed toward the dining table. "I'll heat the food, and then we can eat together." He picked up the dishes

the kitchen, Elio placed the dishes into the microwave. Candice

against the counter with his hands spread out, Elio hung his head, his posture exuding an unspoken loneliness as he waited for

and wrapped her arms around him

relaxed as his hands gently rested on her arms encircling his waist. He

"Elio Hoffis," Candice whispered.

his full name. He swallowed anxiously, his voice raspy as he

over ten years, Elio. I've felt this way ever

shock rendering him immobile. The microwave chimed, yet he still struggled to process her words, his heart pounding