The Ex

The university campus buzzed with excitement, the air filled with the cheerful chatter of graduates and their families. I stood by the steps of the grand hall, my camera clicking away as I captured Jane’s radiant smile. Despite the growing baby bump she tried so hard to conceal, her joy was unmistakable.

“Jane, hold still for a sec!” I called out, trying to catch the best angle. “You’re looking amazing today.”

She paused and gave me a warm, grateful smile. “Thanks, Eli. I’m just so relieved it’s finally over. It feels like such a huge weight has been lifted.”

I focused my camera, capturing her standing proudly with her diploma. “You did it, Jane. Despite everything you’ve been through, you made it. Dan would be so proud.”

Jane’s expression softened, and she glanced around wistfully. “I wish he could’ve been here. It’s hard with him being in the hospital again. But I’m sure he’s cheering me on from there.”

I reached over and squeezed her arm. “I know. And we’re here to celebrate with you. This is your day.”

The reception was buzzing with congratulations and laughter. Jane’s friends gathered around, each one offering her their best wishes and warm hugs. I took candid shots of the group, their joy palpable.

After a while, Jane and I found a quieter spot away from the crowd. Her face was a mix of exhaustion and elation.

“Today was incredible, Eli,” she said softly. “I’m so grateful to have you here. It’s been a rough road, but today feels like a fresh start.”

I smiled, my heart swelling with pride for her. “You’ve shown so much strength, Jane. I’m proud of you, and I’m glad I could be here to share this with you.”

Jane looked down at her hands, her eyes shining with tears. “I know it hasn’t been easy. But having you support me through all of this means everything.”

The room was filled with the sound of clinking glasses and laughter. I noticed a group of Jane’s friends setting up a small area for more photos. “Come on, let’s go get some more pictures with everyone. We need to make sure we remember this day.”

Jane nodded, her spirits lifting. “Yes, let’s do that. I want to capture every moment.”

We joined the group, the mood light and cheerful. As the afternoon sunlight poured in through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room, I felt a deep sense of hope. Jane’s graduation wasn’t just a ceremony; it was a testament to her resilience and strength. And as we celebrated together, I knew that despite the hardships, there was a bright future ahead for her.

—-

After the ceremony, we headed to a cozy, upscale restaurant that Jane had picked for the celebration. The festive atmosphere inside was abruptly interrupted by an unwelcome sight.

Marco, my ex, was sitting with a woman I didn’t recognize. His presence alone made my stomach churn, but the woman’s smirk only added fuel to the fire. It wasn’t long before Marco’s eyes landed on Jane, and his gaze lingered a bit too long.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Jane,” Marco said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Didn’t know you’d be waddling around here today.”

I felt a surge of anger. The nerve of him! I took a deep breath to steady myself, but the sight of Marco making snide remarks about Jane’s pregnancy was too much. Without thinking, I marched over to their table.

“Marco,” I said, my voice trembling with restrained fury. “Why don’t you watch your mouth?”

His smirk widened into a sneer. “What’s wrong, Elina? Can’t handle a little joke?”

Before I could respond, Marco’s fling—a tall woman with a scowl to match Marco’s arrogance—stood up. “What’s your problem?” she snapped. “You think you’re so perfect?”

In the chaos that followed, Marco’s fling threw the first punch. I deflected as best as I could, but it didn’t stop the scuffle that ensued. The restaurant staff quickly intervened, and before long, we found ourselves outside with a police officer taking our statements.

Marco stood there, a tissue pressed to his nose where he’d gotten a nosebleed. I had a scratch on my lip and cheek from Marco’s fling. The officer was taking notes, and the tension was thick in the air.

“You think this is going to end well for you?” Marco spat out, his arrogance undiminished even with his current state. “I’m going to make sure you’re the one who ends up in trouble.”

I let out a dry chuckle. “Oh, Marco, you’ve always been good at talking big. I’m sure the judge will find your sense of entitlement quite amusing.”

Just as Marco’s lawyer—a local, rather smug attorney named Tom Richards—arrived, looking every bit as arrogant as Marco himself, the door to the precinct swung open again. This time, a tall, distinguished man in a sharp suit walked in. His demeanor was calm and commanding, exuding an aura of authority.

“Good evening,” he said, introducing himself. “I’m Sebastian Turner, representing Ms. Elina Ramirez. I was sent here by Mr. Grayson Spencer.”

Marco’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Turner? As in Sebastian Turner?”

“The very same,” Sebastian replied with a hint of a smile. “I suggest we resolve this matter professionally.”

The shift in the room’s atmosphere was palpable. Marco’s bravado faltered as he realized the gravity of the situation. I felt a sense of relief wash over me. With Sebastian Turner on our side, I knew that justice would be served.

The atmosphere in the precinct was tense. Sebastian Turner’s commanding presence seemed to shift the dynamic instantly. Marco, still fuming, began to speak up, but Sebastian’s sharp gaze silenced him.

“Let’s hear what happened here,” Sebastian said, turning to the police officer.

Marco’s local attorney, Tom Richards, looked slightly taken aback by the sudden appearance of such a high-profile lawyer. Marco, sensing the shift in power, leaned over and muttered urgently to Tom, “Do something about this. We need to turn this around.”

Tom’s face betrayed a flicker of uncertainty but he quickly composed himself, preparing for what he hoped would be a smooth resolution. The police officer, taking Sebastian’s authoritative demeanor into account, began to recount the events.

“Here’s what we have so far,” the officer said, clearing his throat. “We received a report of a disturbance at the restaurant. According to the statements gathered, an altercation broke out between Ms. Elina Ramirez and Mr. Marco Santos, along with Mr. Santos’ companion. It appears that Mr. Santos made derogatory comments about Ms. Ramirez’s sister, who is pregnant.”

Sebastian nodded, his gaze fixed on Marco. “Go on.”

The officer continued, “An argument ensued, which escalated into physical confrontation. Mr. Santos and his companion were involved in the altercation, resulting in Mr. Santos sustaining a nosebleed and Ms. Ramirez acquiring a few scratches. The restaurant staff intervened and called us to mediate the situation.”

Tom’s face was a mix of confusion and concern. He glanced at Marco, who was now glaring at him with frustration. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. We need to manage this carefully,” Tom whispered to Marco.

Marco, frustrated and feeling cornered, tried to assert himself again. “This is ridiculous! You can’t let her get away with this.”

Sebastian turned his steely gaze toward Marco, his voice calm but firm. “Mr. Santos, I suggest you save any further comments for the courtroom. We’re here to ensure a fair resolution. Any further outbursts will not help your case.”

Marco’s defiance seemed to falter under Sebastian’s unwavering stare. He looked to Tom for support, but Tom could only offer a helpless shrug.

The police officer wrapped up his report and handed a copy to Sebastian. “Here’s the incident report. You can review it and decide on the next steps.”

Sebastian accepted the report with a nod. “Thank you, Officer. I’ll ensure that Ms. Ramirez’s interests are protected.”

As the officer left to attend to other matters, Tom Richards took a deep breath and began to address the situation, trying to regain some control over the rapidly spiraling events. “We’ll handle this, but it’s clear we’re in for a challenging case.”

Sebastian’s gaze remained unyielding. “I suggest you prepare for a thorough examination of the facts. Mr. Santos’ conduct will be scrutinized, and Ms. Ramirez’s account will be given due consideration.”