A Call from a Stranger Turns Woman’s Fairytale Romance into Unexpected Drama — Story of the Day

After a Call from a Stranger, a Woman’s Recent Love Story Turns Into a Drama – Story of the Day

“All men are liars.” Violet concluded her radio program with these remarks. It was demonstrated by her life experiences and the innumerable tales she heard from her audience. However, she began to doubt her beliefs after going on a date with a coworker. She felt certain she had been correct all along after receiving a call from an unknown individual.

In the warm, darkened studio of a nearby radio station, Violet sat comfortably in her chair, leaning slightly toward the microphone.

The area was bathed in a warm, golden glow from the gentle hum of the equipment and the subtle buzz of the lights on the control board.

As they listened to the voice crackling through the speakers, James, her co-host, stood opposite her with a more relaxed stance and rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the table.

“He is separating from me.” Susan let out a stifled sob as her voice faltered.

“I’m not sure what to do. These days, we hardly ever speak. I never would have imagined that I would ask a radio show for guidance, but I have no one else who will listen.

Violet’s face softened as she adjusted her headphones.

“You mean you’re not worried, Suzy? Is that your name?

Through the static, her soothing voice sounded like the steady beat of a heart.

The caller affirmed, gasping for air, “Yes, it’s Susan.”

“Well, Suzy, that’s why we have this segment: to support those who are struggling in their relationships, like you. I appreciate you sharing your tale. It’s courageous of you.

After a moment of hesitation, Susan said, “So… what do you think I should do, Violet?”

Violet’s tone was controlled but fierce as she straightened in her chair.

I constantly say the same thing: forget him. He’s either playing you or cheating on you. You deserve better in any case.

James’s head jerked up, and he gave her a raised eyebrow.

“Perhaps we shouldn’t make hasty judgments, Violet. Anything from personal problems to work-related stress could be the cause. It is possible that he lacks communication skills.

Violet looked at him sidelong.

She remarked sardonically, “Or perhaps he has a mistress.” “Let’s not mince words. Every man lies.

For a little period, the tension persisted, but Violet soon returned her attention to the microphone, her polished grin firmly fixed.

“Thank you everyone for listening. Enjoy the song that comes next. Their mics were cut off when she switched the switch.

The studio was filled with music as Violet leaned back with a slight smile on her lips.

But James shook his head a little, not sure if he should push back or ignore it.

As the end-of-shift hush descended upon the room, the studio lights dimmed a bit.

Violet collected her belongings, which included an oversized scarf she wore over her shoulder, her notebook, and her headphones.

She walked as efficiently as always, but her thoughts were already focused on the comforts of home and a steaming cup of tea.

James shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he hovered near the console.

There was a perceptible anxiousness in place of his usual laid-back manner. At last, he cleared his throat and took a step closer.

He gave her a sheepish smile and remarked, “As usual, you were brutal with men today.” A raised eyebrow greeted his effort at humor.

Violet stopped and gave him a quick look.

“James, you’ve been here six months,” she said bluntly. “I assumed you would already know what our audience anticipates.”

“So, it’s only for ratings?” James tilted his head in question.

“You really don’t think all that?”

Violet’s face was unreadable as she shrugged.

“I didn’t say that. James, what do you want? I was ready to go home.

James looked away from her and stroked the back of his neck. “Well, I guess I’ve been meaning to inquire…” His confidence faltered and he stopped talking.

“Spit it out,” Violet remarked, grinning a little at his clumsiness. “You’re supposed to be talking.”

His face flushed as he laughed uneasily. “Are you interested in going on a date with me?”

“A date?” Unexpectedly, Violet blinked. “Like a date-date?”

Indeed. That’s right. There is a fantastic location close by that I believe you would enjoy.

Violet shifted her bag on her shoulder and hesitated. “You know I’m not very interested in dating, James.”

“You believe that all men are dishonest, don’t you?” James made fun of it. His voice was bold but light. “Let me demonstrate that we are not all that horrible. For the most part, some of us are honest.

“Mostly?” Violet laughed in spite of herself and repeated. “All right. However, don’t count on miracles.

James grinned broadly and reached for his coat, saying, “That’s good enough for me.”

The tiny eatery seemed like a secret treasure, the sort of spot you wouldn’t find on your own unless someone pointed it out to you.

As live jazz music flowed through the air, candlelight flared on each table, illuminating the space with warm, golden tones.

The musicians, tucked away in a corner, created a calming yet active atmosphere with their soft tunes, playing as if they were a part of the room’s pulse.

James moved naturally and without effort as he pulled out a chair for Violet. Violet arched an eyebrow, but as she sat down, she couldn’t stop smiling.

She taunted, “I see that chivalry is still alive.”

“Well, I try,” James grinned as he sat down beside her.

Violet looked about, enjoying the comfortable surroundings.

She said, “This place is charming.” “I had no idea that places like this were still around.”

James leaned forward a little and stated in a lighthearted tone, “From the expression on your face, it seems like you don’t visit places like this very often.”

Violet smoothed the napkin in her lap and said, “I definitely don’t go on dates very often.”

“Really? Hard to believe. Such a beauty and a radio host? You must have admirers.

Violet waved him away as her cheeks flushed.

“Cease it. I stopped dating a long time ago, yet I still do it now. Time seems to be wasted all the time.

James’s eyes flickered with curiosity as he tilted his head. “Why is that?”

Violet paused, then responded.

“It’s difficult to believe in love anymore after dealing with betrayal, lies, and all those stories on the show.”

James’s face became softer.

“Well, not all of us are so bad,” he added softly.

Violet leaned back in her chair and moaned, “Every man says that.”

James laughed but didn’t say anything else. Rather, he began to tell a story about his early years, describing his awkward adventures in vivid detail, which made Violet chuckle.

Naturally, the discussion moved from humorous anecdotes to more in-depth analyses of their lives.

With every shared chuckle, Violet’s guard dropped and she found herself unwinding in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

“Look at that?” As she brushed away her tears of laughing, James said with a smile. “Isn’t it nice to spend time with me?”

Violet answered, “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” but her smile belied what she was saying.

James got up and pointed to the bathroom. “I’ll be back shortly. But when I return, I would like to hear the remainder of your bird story.

Still laughing as she sipped her water, Violet yelled after him, “Hurry up, or I’ll forget it.”

Her thoughts were interrupted as her phone buzzed on the table.

She hesitated and scowled at the unknown number, but her curiosity won out.

“Hello?” she said.

A tentative voice on the other end said, “Hello, this is Jane.”

I apologize for the late call, but your number was the only one I could find and James hasn’t returned home. Is he with you?

“Jane?” Violet’s voice became abruptly tense as she asked. “You’re his sister?”

“Sister? “No, I’m his girlfriend,” Jane snapped back, her words piercing the atmosphere like a blade.

Violet froze, the evening’s warmth vanishing. As Jane’s words replayed in her ears, her heart raced.

Her hands shaking, she hung up without answering.

She picked up her coat, scarf, and bag and left the restaurant quickly, leaving the music, the candlelight, and the man she suspected might have been different behind.

The following day, Violet walked into the radio station’s studio with her scarf loosely around her neck and her typical rapid gait.

from her expression was anything from typical. Like a door slamming, it was chilly and far away.

James was already at the control board, humming softly to himself and adjusting levels, but she avoided looking at him.

James shouted out in a cheery voice, “Hey, Violet.” He smiled as he looked up, but it wavered when she swept right by him without even looking at him.

“Last night, I worried about you. You abruptly departed. I attempted to call you—

Violet interrupted, her voice pinched and angry, “I’m fine.” She set her luggage down with purposeful force, but she continued to move.

James scowled as he approached her warily.

“Did I make a mistake?” His voice was softer now as he questioned cautiously.

She eventually met his gaze and gave him a cold scowl before snapping, “You tell me.” “Or perhaps ask Jane.”

His forehead furrowed as the name struck him like a slap. Jane? How did you get to know her?

“I got a call from your girlfriend,” she remarked coldly. She inquired as to when you will be home. I didn’t hold you for very long, so don’t worry.

“Wait, Violet—” With his palms up as though to halt the unseen storm that was building between them, James began.

“One more word, and you’ll be searching for a new job,” Violet interrupted, her voice piercing the room like a sword.

James’ lips remained half-open as he froze, then shut it. With a rigid nod, he sank back into his chair, his shoulders drooping a little.

The day continued in icy quiet.

By the middle of the afternoon, Violet became aware of an oddity. James appeared to be truly distressed rather than a man who had been caught in a falsehood.

He appeared to be carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders because of his pale complexion and aloof look.

Her curiosity bit her. She ended up following him out of the building at the end of the day.

A young woman was there waiting close to the station’s entrance. Her face was a mixture of desperation and rage, and her arms were crossed.

“James! The woman yelled, “We must speak!” and moved closer.

James sighed and stopped suddenly. His voice was forceful but tired as he said, “Jane, we have nothing to talk about.” We’re done, as I’ve previously stated. Months have passed! Why don’t you just let it go?

But you are loved! I adore you more than anybody else ever will! Including that colleague of yours! Jane’s voice broke as she sobbed.

“Enough!” James lost his temper. Violet won’t even look at me because of the lies you told her. Jane, I’ve had enough. Keep out of my life.

As Jane begged one final time, her shoulders trembled and she started crying, but James refused to listen.

At last, she got into her vehicle and drove off, leaving James by himself. He buried his face in his hands and collapsed onto the building’s steps.

Violet paused, then moved forward. “James…” she murmured. “I heard it all.”

His eyes were calm but fatigued as he looked up. He remarked, “Now you understand what I was attempting to explain.”

Violet responded quietly, “I’m sorry,” with sincere remorse in her voice. “However, is it my fault that I assumed the worst?”

“No. However, as you can see, lying is not limited to men.

Her barriers loosened, and she forced a small smile.

Perhaps not. Shall we attempt this again?

With a glimmer of optimism returning to his face, James straightened.

With a slight smile pulling at his lips, he answered, “Why not?” “After all, there have already been a lot of surprises this evening.”

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