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  1 During my follow-up appointment after the abortion, Adrian once again made a hasty exit with a flimsy excuse. This had become a regular occurrence, and I had grown accustomed to it. Initially, I felt a pang of rejection, but gradually, I found myself becoming indifferent. I took the prescribed medication after the check-up and returned home alone. As I journeyed back, I couldn't shake off the pervasive feeling of solitude that seemed to envelop me. Upon arriving, I browsed Twitter and noticed someone called Lovely One had mentioned Adrian in a post. It stated, [Despite my minor sore throat

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At long last, Adrian consented to the divorce. As I persisted with my training, I was caught off guard when he unexpectedly showed up at my living quarters one day.


"Madeline," he said, his tone humble, "I just want to ensure you're doing alright. I won't interfere, I promise."


"Do as you please," I responded without much consideration. I couldn't dictate his actions; he was free to make his own choices.


Following my training, I was presented with a chance for advancement and a substantial career boost. However, I ultimately chose to return to my hometown and dedicate more time to my mother. I discovered a new hospital there and secured a position. Given my impressive background, I was content with both the role and the compensation.


Tyler remained a professional confidant. Our sporadic conversations, filled with work-related guidance and unspoken interest in each other's personal lives, invariably concluded with a pregnant pause, a moment ripe with unexpressed potential.


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