“She showed him some video, but it's fake, Sasha. I swear it's fake.” Desiree said.Sasha hugged her tighter. “I believe you, Desiree. I do.”Tears welled up in Desiree's eyes at Sasha's words. She'd only known Sasha for two years, but the woman knew her even better than her husband did.How ironic!
"Why didn't you tell us, dear?" Desiree's mother asked softly, taking one of Desiree's hands between hers. She sounded hurt because she and Desiree used to share everything."I'm sorry, Mum. It's just that I was ashamed of myself. You and Dad never taught me to force myself on a man or anyone for th
Sasha was wearing a whiteblouse on top of black jeans, and she dipped her hand into one pocket of her jeans, bringing out a pen drive. She quickly grabbed Desiree's laptop from the couch and powered it, plugging the pen drive into it. When she handed the laptop over to Desiree, a video was playing.
Gerald sat at the back of his car in brooding silence while Jose Luiz drove him. He'd left his office in a very sour mood. Today too, he hadn't been able to focus on anything. Just too distracted like he'd been for the past two days since he returned home to find Desiree gone from the house after si
"Please just come." Winter cried, and the line went dead.Cursing himself for having forgotten about Winter in the last two days, Gerald immediately sprinted outside, calling Jose, his driver, as he went. When he got to the hospital and hurried to Winter's room, she was on the bed crying and whimper
"Guess who's back in town, fellas?" a jovial man said as he approached Gerald and Rafael.His name was Damian, the last best friend who completed their tight circle of three friends. He was tall, dark-complexioned, and good-looking in every sense of the word."How much have you guys missed me?" Dami
"Fuck!" Damian cursed. This was not the welcome back he'd expected. "You look like shit."Gerald tried to shrug him off. "I can walk on my own. I'm not drunk.""Yeah, sure. Say that to the floor when you hit your head on it," Damian said sarcastically and turned to Rafael. "Help me take him down."A
Gerald's heart raced in his chest. Why the heck was a man picking up Desiree's call? And it sounded nothing like her father's voice. Pulling the phone away from his ear, he looked at the screen to verify whether he'd mistakenly dialed another number. No, it was Desiree's number without a doubt.As