I stumbled on my feet. I closed my eyes and his attractive features flashed in my mind, "He's so handsome," I whispered in Livia's ear.
Livia giggled softly and patted her hand on my back, "Shh!" She clamped her hand over my mouth, "We're at your husband's whereabouts. He'll hear you," She said in a slow voice, almost whispering in my ear.
I curled my both arms around her, "You're my sister, my best friend, I love you. I don't care about my husband," I pulled away from her and took a deep breath. It wasn't a lie.
I pushed open the door. It creaked. I glanced at her and put my finger over my lips. My body was feeling strange to me. There was a sweet pain in my stomach and I was sore.
"He must be sleeping. We shouldn't make noise. And we can't talk about him, he has beautiful blue eyes, handsome face, attractive features, chiselled face, strong jawline, one day old stubble. He's amazing. I like him. Do you understand? What do I mean?" I asked her with a smirk and wiggled my brows at her.
'I don't know. It was vodka or he. But I'm feeling on clouds. When I said - I like him. I mean it.'
"We'll talk about him in the morning," She muttered again, "I will be more glad the day I will see you with a person who deserves you," Livia said.
'I know. She means it. She's my family after my parent's death.'
I should be in deep remorse. That I cheated on my husband. But I wasn't. He didn't even glance at me. On our wedding night, he picked up the pillow and walked to the hall. He slept in his office.
Livia gestured to me to be quiet. I nodded and put my finger on my lips. My smile was still on display. She grasped my wrist and tugged me into the hall, closing the door softly behind her.
I pressed my finger over my lips and stared at the female and male's clothes scattered on the floor. He was with someone.
" Is he with someone?" She asked in a whisper.
I recognized the black tie. I gifted it to my husband. No! I bought it after the completion of one month of our wedding. It took me a long moment to react. By that time, Livia was already holding my wrist. She was walking toward our bedroom. Her expression was stormy.
I knew. He was with someone. He was playing to be a husband but he wasn't totally in.
Livia pushed the door open. It wasn't locked. I had always seen my husband in his business suit. We could hear a female moaning
She turned on the lights. More than my husband, I had spent time with my friend, Livia.
They winced. His secretary let out a shriek. They pushed the comforter to their chest.
My face blanched at the sight. I wasn't startled him having s** with his secretary. Her round stomach held my gaze. She covered herself by pulling the comforter to her body. Her mouth opened in shock.
I stumbled as I tried to step forward. Livia stopped me, "She's his secretary." I smiled at Livia, "I've seen her once," I rubbed my fingers over my forehead, "Perhaps more, I don't remember." I smiled.
Her face was whited sighting my naked husband with his n***d secretary. She didn't even blink.
I gazed at my husband. He and his secretary were looking at me with startled expressions, mouths wide open. They must haven't expected me.
"I thought. She's staying with Livia," My husband whispered to her.
He grabbed his trousers from the edge of the bed, "Don't!" Livia squealed, "I'm not interested in seeing your junk. My lawyer will see you in the morning with divorce papers." She fumbled with her clutch and took out my wedding ring. She threw it at him. It laid on the comforter. They were still looking at us with widened eyes. Livia tightened her hand on the doorknob and locked the door with a thud.
I was still staring at the closed door with a smile. My head was spinning. My heart was beating louder. I was thinking about only him, not my husband and his girlfriend.
Her hold was painful on my wrist. I tried to pull away. But she stormed out of the house. She was furious. She opened the door for me on the passenger side and gazed at me. Her forehead frowned as I offered her a smile.
"He's sleeping with his secretary and you're smiling." He scolded me.
I shrugged my shoulders and got in the car. I could still feel pain in my lower stomach. I didn't know his name. I wasn't a virgin now. My husband was sleeping with his secretary. I wasn't sad that my husband was cheating on me. Perhaps, he was sleeping with her before our wedding. Perhaps, he loved her and that could be the reason he couldn't accept our wedding.
"I don't love him." I glanced at my husband's house.
Livia nodded in understanding. She closed the door to my side and circled the car. She pushed open the door and got behind the steering wheel. She sent a quick message to Ivan and ignited the engine.
The ride toward her house was spent in silence. I should be upset. I was upset. It wasn't because I found my husband with another girl. Because I couldn't ask his name, I couldn't spend more time with him, I didn't know. Would I ever meet him again? I wanted to be with him.
She pulled over the car in the garage of the building. I stared at the door through the rearview mirror. There was a guard on both sides of the door. I sighed in relief when he wasn't following her car.
I opened the door. I didn't have money, my clutch and my phone with me. I left it in his house before going to the club. I stared at my feet, "Where are my heels?" I frowned.
"Backside," Livia opened the passenger side door and took out my black stiletto.
I slipped my feet in it, "Do you know his name?" I asked her.
She smirked at me, "You're missing him, not your cheater husband." She held my wrist again.
"I have cheated on him too," I said as she led me to the elevator.
She pressed the button, "He should not marry you if he is seeing someone else. And you didn't cheat on him. He was cheating on you. I can bet... Before the wedding. Don't blame yourself. You should have done this months ago, " She pulled me into the elevator.
I put my head on her shoulder, "Okay, how will I know his name?" I asked her.
'I'll never drink again. I should be sad.'
She chuckled, "I'll ask Ivan. His friend's owner of the club. He must know him." She patted her fingers softly on my cheeks, "Don't sleep on my shoulder. Hold on for a few minutes," She said.
I nodded my head. She began to tug me again. I kept my eyes closed. I felt pressure on my shoulder. My heels slipped away from my feet. I felt the mattress beneath me, "Sleep tight," she kissed my head. I heard the clink of her heels and the sound of the door closing.
I was drunk. It didn't take me long to fall asleep. I couldn't push away his thoughts and his beautiful face, dark hair, blue eyes.
My head was pounding. I couldn't forget his blue eyes. It was the first thing that flashed in my mind after waking up. I was scared before closing my eyes that I would forget him. Even I dreamed about him. His words were haunting me, 'Never forget me, Angel.' " I would never," I opened my eyes and pushed the comforter away. It was the weekend. Livia would be home. I pushed myself up. I could smell alcohol, his cologne and *** on me. What would he be doing? He would have forgotten me? I shook my head. 'I need to focus on something else like my husband. Jasper shouldn't marry me if he wasn't already committed. And Lorraine, she's pregnant. I'm sure about it and Jasper is the father of her child. I know what I will do now. I should have done it months ago as Livia has always told me. This marriage is only causing trou
I let the tears flow down my cheeks. I stepped into the living hall. It was enormous as I always told my mother I wanted it to be. I was still dealing with the pain of my parent's death. Though they forced me into this unwanted marriage. But I couldn't deny the fact that I had spent my life like a princess in my father's home. I wanted them right here next to me when my parents gifted it to me. I want them to see me smiling. I also wanted to see their smile, but I could only wish for it. I was too sad and too happy. Dad remembered what kind of home I wanted. It was exactly like that. "You alright?" Livia's voice was soft as it came from behind her. For a few seconds, I forgot the rest of the world. She put her hand on my shoulder, her gentle tou
I locked the door as Livia left my new house. I wasn't sure what to do. I had explored my house. It was so beautiful. It fitted in my imagination.I walked into the kitchen. I opened the double door refrigerator. There wasn't much. In the morning, I needed to visit the grocery store or I could order online.I was alone. My life had turned from west to east. I met him. I returned to Jasper's house. That night revealed the truth of our wedding. And here I was now, Alone.
I grabbed my stuff and my heels clicked on the floor. I was wondering, would he be thinking about me? He was extraordinary and I could foresee, no one could replace the place he had made in my heart overnight. I felt my face flaming. I needed to stop this. I was drowning in his thoughts. I tried very hard to keep myself from thinking about him the way he looked at me, ran his hand on my shoulder to down my arm.I bent down to grab my phone. I heard something chiming. I was confused at first. It chimed again."Oh, it's the doorbell." I
The days jumped to the weekend hurriedly. I had applied for whatever job I saw in the advertisement. I was still jobless. Jasper had asked me to work in his company. I didn't want it. Ivan had offered me a job in the publication world. But I refused him too. I didn't wanna work with my friend's fiance. Ivan had mailed me and asked me to reach the place for the interview at his friend's office. I didn't know anything about the job yet. I couldn't concentrate on anything until I met his parents and knew their reaction. I put on a red dress and grasped my clutch tightly in my hand. I was nervous like hell. I hadn't eaten anything since the morning. I was afraid to throw up any time. I was hoping they would invite us to their place as usual but Jasper invited them.
I could sense the passion when he kissed her. He was genuinely in love with her. I felt a soft touch on my lower back. There was only one person who would be concerned about me. It didn't matter that I was carrying a board written ' I'm perfectly fine.' "You alright, Esme?" Livia asked. Her face was a true picture of worry. I smirked. I was waiting for this. I glanced back at Jasper and Lorraine, "I wasn't sure. When she asked me to be her bridesmaid." I breathed, "It wasn't that bad," I smiled. "I'm not asking this?" Livia held my hand. "I have told you. I don't love him. It doesn't matter to me. I'm just... " I paused, "They should tell me," I muttered. 'Things would be diff
' Dean Pierce is my boss. He's Ivan's business partner. He didn't offer me this job with any intention like David had last night. Now I'm repeating. Why didn't I hit him? I accepted this job because he's married and had a little daughter. I don't know exactly her age. But he's married and in love with his wife. That's enough for me to accept this offer. It makes me feel sad that I haven't earned this employment but my friend's fiance helped me. There's no option other than taking it. Frankly, I don't give a shit. I'll prove myself with my work that he didn't make a mistake hiring me. 'I handed him the file. He was sitting on the head chair. He grabbed it and his smile was professional. His gaze intensely lowered on the presentation file.The door cracked open, "Are we l
I had no choice but to join the troop. David stood by my side but I wanted him to join the men and leave me alone. I didn't talk to him, I was mostly replying in yes or no. 'Can't he get the hint? That whatever he is thinking isn't going to happen. Moving on isn't my type. ' "Tell me something about you. Instead of yes, or no." He smirked looking at me. His eyes stayed on my body. It made my skin crawl in disgust. If he hadn't been Ivan's friend, I would have smacked him hard on his face. 'Well! That's not me.' I turned to him, "I don't know. What has Livia told you?" I paused to have his attention. He was already smirking at me, "But I don't feel like... um," I shrugged my shoulders, "I can't give you. What you're expecting. Please... I'm sorry." I said to him, I darted my eyes around. I wasn't interested in looking at him any lon