Days passed by one after another when I kept spending my time with Arian and Naveah, trying to leave Ethan out of my mind. There wasn't any news about the divorce papers as expected. Neither any news of him looking for me or contacting me.
Within two weeks, I managed to make myself believe it was all a play and it was over.
"What're you thinking?" Naveah Caressed my cheek with the ice-cold glass of coke.
"Nothing much." I reached out for the glass, slowly rubbing my cheek to avoid frostbite with the other hand. All of a sudden, the small table vibrated due to the notification of my phone. I picked it up to see a rejection mail. That was the 4th time. Seeing me sigh in despair, Naveah said, "What are you going to do now? No one is hiring you. Your flight is tomorrow night."
