“Oh, my God. Is that how you've been Living all this time? Then, Wesley sure is frighteningly controlling, just like Carlos tends to be,”

Colleen remarked, pitying, but at the same time, feeling sympathetic to both Debbie and Blair. It was then that she came to the realization that she had been so lucky to have a husband like Curtis, who wasn't only handsome and very talented, but thoughtful and kind as well.

To that statement, Blair had to agree, "To be honest, I truly believe that Wesley is actually sick in the head. When we were together, he cared about me even less than about that Megan, but right now he just wouldn't let me go at all."

For a couple of years, the two of them had been on and off from time to time. In fact, even now, the status of their relationship still seemed so complicated.

Debbie couldn't hold back her laughter as she listened to Blair's complaints.

"I think you're just being silly. He probably acts that way only because he's so in love with you."

“If that was really the case, I wouldn't really mind being with him.

But why hasn't he said anything yet even after all these years of being together? If he truly loves me, then he should be saying it straight to my face. We've been together for such a long time now. I'm getting tired, and I wouldn't want to waste any more time on him." Wesley was like some sort of enigma. Blair always thought that he was so impossible to read.

Shaking their heads, her friends exchanged some confused glances. None of them had a clue what Wesley could have been thinking.

After that, the four of them hung out all afternoon. As they were having tea, Blair found out that Debbie had been living alone. With that in mind, she thought of something and asked her directly, “Debbie, would you mind letting me stay at your place for a couple of days? Just to see how things with Wesley go."

‘At my place?’ Debbie was caught by surprise as she wasn't really expecting to hear that.

"I would love that. But there's one problem...

Is Wesley gonna Let you do that?”

Deep in thought for a short while, Blair made up her mind.

“I really couldn't care less whether he likes it or not. Please take me in for just a couple of days, Debbie," she pleaded with her, sounding so miserable.

Debbie sincerely wanted to be a good friend to her and let her stay, but she had some qualms about doing that.

"If Carlos and I were still married, I could let you stay for as long as you would like to. But sadly, I don't have anyone to rely on right now. What if Wesley goes out of control and lays waste to my apartment when he finds out?"

An idea popped up in Blair's mind.

“Since Carlos lives below your apartment, why not ask him to Lend you a hand? Just ask him to help you out if Wesley comes at your door. And if he says no... No, he will definitely help you. I'm sure of it.”

Debbie didn't have to think twice because she actually thought it was such an ingenious master plan. She was interested in testing whether

Carlos would lend her a hand or not. At the thought of that, she decided that this would be a good way to find out.

“I'm in! Let's do it!" she delightedly told Blair, brimming with so much exhilaration.

Now that they'd made their decision, Blair went home with Debbie as soon as they left the tea house that afternoon. She went ahead and switched off her phone, but not before sending Wesley a message,

Letting him know that she wouldn't be coming home that night.

Knowing full well that Debbie had been intending to meet up with Carlos as he was walking his dog downstairs around nightfall, Blair didn't accompany her when Debbie was set to head out with Harley. After all, she never liked being the third wheel. When she finally had the apartment all to herself, she looked around and found herself a nice spot-the balcony area. She Lay in the hammock, marveling at the sunset as the hammock swayed left and right. She felt free as the breeze, something she had not experienced in such a long time. At that moment, things just couldn't have been better.