Love After a Broken Heart

The days after I left Eduardo's apartment passed in a blur of quiet determination. I'd spent three years being his secret, his convenience, his hidden treasure—never again would I diminish myself for someone who couldn't even choose me when it mattered most.

My phone remained silent for the first week. No calls, no texts, no desperate pleas for me to return. Just the sound of my own footsteps as I walked through the gleaming halls of Kennedy Enterprises, reclaiming my place in the family business I'd abandoned for love.

"Maia, these quarterly projections need your signature," my mother's assistant placed a folder on my desk, her eyes curious but respectful. "Your mother says you have full authority on this project."

I nodded, scanning the documents with a focus I hadn't felt in years. "Thank you, Claire. Tell her I'll have these ready by end of day."

At home, I found myself sleeping better than I had in months. No more waiting for Eduardo's late-night calls that might never come. No more checking my phone obsessively, wondering if he was with someone else. The emptiness in my chest remained, but something else was growing alongside it—a quiet strength, a sense of self I'd forgotten existed.

Meanwhile, Eduardo continued his life as if nothing had changed. Jessica kept me updated, though I never asked.

"He thinks you're just having one of your episodes," she told me during our weekly lunch, her voice carefully neutral. "You know, like that time last year when you got upset about missing your anniversary because he had that client dinner."

I stirred my tea, remembering how I'd sulked for days before Eduardo finally took me to dinner to make up for it. How I'd felt so grateful for those crumbs of attention.

"And he's not even trying to reach out?" Jessica asked.

"He sent one text the day after I left," I said quietly. "Asked if I was coming to the office."

Jessica's eyes widened. "That's it?"

"That's it."

She reached across the table, squeezing my hand. "For what it's worth, I think you're better off."

I nodded, though part of me still ached for the Eduardo I thought I'd known—the man who'd made me laugh during late-night conversations, who'd held me when I cried about my father's death, who'd once looked at me like I was the only person in the world.

But that man, if he'd ever existed at all, had disappeared long ago.

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Three weeks passed before Eduardo's routine finally cracked.

I was in a meeting with potential investors when my phone vibrated. I ignored it, focusing instead on explaining our expansion plans.

"Kennedy Enterprises has always valued innovation," I concluded, smiling as the investors nodded approvingly.

As we exited the conference room, my mother squeezed my shoulder. "You're a natural, Maia. Your father would be proud."

The compliment warmed me from within—something Eduardo had never managed to do with his half-hearted praise.

Later, I checked my phone to find five missed calls from Eduardo and a stream of increasingly frantic texts.

"Where are you?"

"Maia, this has gone on long enough."

"We need to talk."

"Seriousl, are you at your family's company now?"

"Please call me back."

I deleted them all without responding.

The next day, Jessica called during her lunch break.

"Eduardo's freaking out," she said, her voice low as if sharing a secret. "He asked me if I knew where you were. Said you weren't answering his calls."

"And what did you tell him?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"Nothing," Jessica replied. "But Linda from accounting mentioned seeing you at Kennedy Enterprises last week. I think that's when it really hit him—you're actually gone."

I could picture Eduardo's face—that moment when reality finally penetrated his carefully constructed world.

"Maia?" Jessica's voice pulled me back. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I said, surprised to find it was true. "I'm actually okay."

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That evening, as I reviewed contracts in my new office, my mother knocked on my door.

"There's someone here to see you," she said, her expression unreadable. "An Eduardo Sanchez?"

My heart stuttered, but I kept my voice steady. "Tell him I'm busy."

She nodded, then added, "He looks... different."

I didn't ask what she meant. I didn't need to know if his eyes were bloodshot or his usual perfect appearance had frayed at the edges.

As my mother turned to leave, I called after her. "And Mom? If he comes back, tell security I'm not to be disturbed."

She smiled—a proud, knowing smile that told me she understood exactly what I was doing.

Later that night, Jessica sent me a photo from the office Christmas party. Eduardo stood with his arm around Bellamy, her body pressed against his side, her face glowing with triumph.

"He's moved on," Jessica's text read. "Thought you should know."

I stared at the image for a long moment before deleting it. Eduardo had found someone who would never make him choose, who would be content to be seen with him in public.

Good for him.

I closed my laptop and looked out at the city lights. Somewhere out there was a life waiting for me—one where I wouldn't have to hide, where I wouldn't be second choice.

And for the first time in years, I was ready to find it.