Kamille’s POV
Settling down in a new place had to be the worst job I had tried in my entire life. It wasn't as fun as it sounded afterall. Looking at the beautifully arranged and decorated house, I smiled in satisfaction. Now I just had one more thing to do to make settling in complete. I moved to the living room, sat on a sofa close to the window where I can admire the beautiful orchids growing wild up the terrace. After a few rings, a voice came on the other end of the line, “Hello, Miss Smith on the line. How may I help you?” The voice was warm and welcoming. I smiled. “I would like to hire a nanny for my kids.” She asked a couple of other questions before our call came to an end. My children deserved the best nanny since I was going to be busy here in London. I had no plans of exposing them to dirt I had to clean up. Darkness clouded the skies in no time. I went up to the children's room. The boys stayed together in separate beds, while Tyris had a room of her own pretty close to mine. “Time to go to bed kids.” I said interrupting their play. I was expecting the grumbling that came after the announcement every other night but none came. I tucked the boys in and picked up Tyris. I sat in the rocking chair close to the beds and began singing them a lullaby. White glows the Lillie's, Red glows the rose, Here lies my babies, I'm watching how they glow.. Early on in my marriage to Zeke, I always sang it to him. The thought brought back memories that I didn’t want to entertain. I smiled in pains as my children fell asleep. I sang for them every night. My eyes hurt. I rose up and took Tyris to her room. As soon as I closed the door, my eyes gave way to tears. I hurried back into my room and cried a little more. Shit! I had to do something. Fuck Zeke! I wiped my tears and left the room. I went down to the basement where I was yet to unpack a few boxes. I searched till I found my phone book tucked away in one of my bags. I smiled. I started running my eyes through the pages, followed by my index finger through every line till I found the numbers I was looking for right on the same page; one next to the other. Amanda and Belle, the only persons I can rely on in London unlike people I called Family. I quickly typed out the first number and just as I was about to hit the call button, I paused. This was it. This call would set the pace for what's about to hit my family and Zeke. I realeased a heavy breath I didn't realize I was holding, then I hit the call button. “Hello, this is Amanda, how may I help you?” she responded loud enough for me to hear. Loud music, DJ's mixtape, party cheers and loud chatters, she was at the club! Amanda was still the same free spirited young lady I knew. An excellent content creator with beautiful ideas. “Hello, who am I speaking with?” She asked jerking me back from my thoughts. “It's me, Kamille.” I replied with calm. No response and gradually the background noises became distant. “Now you fucking listen to me. I don't know what stupid games you're playing but if you decide to impersonate my friend, you'll wish it was actually you in the grave!” She yelled. My heart melted at her words of defense. I smiled and blinked away the tears that was forming at the corners of my eyes. “Oh Amanda, It is really me. I am alive and well. I am currently in London.” I replied in a calm tone. “I’m giving you one more chance to stop spitting lies from your mouth.” She replied still not convinced. I took a deep breath, “I know everyone thinks I died that day in the car accident but I didn’t. Well, I mean I almost did, but a good samaritan saved me. After the news went out that I was dead, I decided to leave the country and build a new life away from the challenges I was going through.” I explained. “Wait, Kamille, is this really you?” She asked calmly. “Yes, it is,” I responded. No response, then a little sniff from her end. “I'm sorry it's just so hard to believe that it is really you Kamille. It's been four fucking years!” She screamed. “I know and I'm sorry I'm only reaching out now.” I replied as I fiddled with the hem of my blouse. “Oh dear Kamille. How I missed you. I cried for so long. I want to see you. No, I need to feel you. Where are you?” She asked, her voice laced with too many emotions than words could fathom. I missed them too much more than I thought I did. I quickly texted her an address. With a strengthened resolve, I rang Belle’s home line. After a few rings she picked and greeted. “Hi, Belle, it’s Kamille, your friend,” I replied and awaited her response. She gasped, “Kamille, the dead Kamille?”. She was quite the opposite of Amanda; She is calm and composed. She was a dermatologist and had her life organized just like her response. “Yes,” I replied. “I mean, no. I didn’t die. I was saved and I had to travel out to the US after the news of my death spread.” I explained. She was too calm and collected. I didn't know if she believed it was me. Sighs. “Kamille, I don't know what to say. I mean I don't even know how to react to this.” She replied. “How about we meet? You, Amanda and myself at the spot I will text you now. Can you meet me there?” I asked. “Now? Why not? I will be on my way as soon as I get the text.” “Okay.” I replied, then the line went dead. I dropped the phone book and headed back to my room. I took a cold shower, thereafter I put on a pair of black leather jacket and pants with a black camisole, and put on a pair of boot heels. satisfied with how I looked, I left the room. Ding Dang! I got to the door to check who it was and I met an elderly lady with a warm smile. “Hello Miss Manor. I'm Nanny Dona. I was sent by the agency you called requesting for the nanny.” She said, “Oh, come in.” I invited her in and offered her a seat. I was surprised the agency allowed elderly people to work. I needed someone older but I believe I wasn't expecting her to be this elderly. I engaged her in a question-and-answer session so I could get to know her better. I checked her portfolio over again. Contrary to my expectation, she passed the credibility check but I wasn't sure about it. Sensing my doubts, she said, “You need not worry Miss Manor. Your children will be safe with me. I mothered seven children and took care of them alone.” I saw the pride in her eyes as she spoke which made me relaxed. I gave her the job and showed her around the house. “I’m stepping out now Nanny Dona. I won’t be long so I will return to relieve you in a short while.” I told her and she nodded in response. Let's do this Kamille! I Left the house.Kamille’s POVI got to the club at a little over 8:00 pm. Darkness had covered the surroundings save for the dim lights coming from the club. I walked briskly into the club. I scanned the crowd till my eyes landed on Amanda with Belle sitted to her right. I approached the bar where they were seated. “Hello Ladies.” I greeted them, catching their attention. They both stiffened, hearing my voice.They both turned slowly till they faced me.“Oh Kamille, it is really you!” Amanda sobbed and threw herself in for a hug. “We missed you so much Kamille.” Belle added as her doe eyes glistened with unshed tears.“I missed you both too.” I replied as I released myself from Belle's embrace.“Alright ladies. Let's grab some drinks and celebrate Kamille's return to the land of the living!” Amanda squealed.“I second that motion.” Belle said with a hearty laugh. “Belle?” I called out, surprised she concurred to drinking.“What? This is a worthy feat and I need a drink to better assimilate all t
Zeke's POV As I descended the stairs, my eyes fell on the venomous snake sitted in my living room, eating snacks from my pantry.“What the hell do you think you are doing?” I asked coldly. I hated being disrespected and being lied to. This woman had done worse.“Oh Zeke, I was a bit hungry so I had to eat something.” Ellen replied. Staring at her all I could think of was a thousand ways to make her life miserable. “You know how it works right? Mother and..” “Shut the fuck up and take your crappy story elsewhere.” I interrupted her from speaking more gibberish.She laughed. “You do not believe me, don't you?”I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration. Why was this damn woman pushing her luck? “Ellen I have a lot on my mind right now and would thank the universe if they can just make you go away.” I replied. Ellen's presence was disturbing. I couldn't think about Kamille the way I wanted to. Ellen just keeps reminding me of why I may never get Kamille's forgiveness and now she comes
Zeke's POV I had felt pain before but that which gripped my heart at the moment was excruciating. I could not bear the sight before me. Why was she drinking all alone at the bar? I moved a little closer. Her eyes were red and puffy. Was she crying? What have I done? Looking at her beautiful face stained with tears, I reminisce on how we used to be when were married. She was always there, always loving, very kind, very thoughtful and very patient. She was almost flawless. I caused her all the pain she is in right now. If only I had not allow Ellen poison my mind. If only I learned to love her better. If only I had known a bit earlier what she went through in the hands of her family. If only I had been there. I have failed you Kamille. Lost in thoughts, my mind wandered back to how I unraveled the malicious lies and scheming of the Manors against Kamille. I had visited their ancestral home few weeks after I got married to Ellen. She said she had missed the view of where she g
Zeke's POV I was about to lift myself from the bed when she pulled me back into an embrace. Her embrace, though filled with warmth, also hinted at something deeper, something I knew I needed to handle with care.What's wrong with the fucking AC? “Are you okay?” I asked her trying to suppress the fast growing desire churning at the pit of my stomach.“Hmmm.” She nodded in the affirmative. “Now let's get you freshened up.” I murmured gently and guided her towards the bathroom. I ran warm water over her face as she leaned over the sink, just as I was about to grab her a towel her body began reeling from the effects of the alcohol. "I'm sorry," Kamille whispered between heaves, her voice laced with embarrassment."It's alright. I'm here," I reassured, holding her hair back and rubbing her back soothingly. At that moment, I realized the depth of how much gap her absence left in my heart. I missed listening to her talk about her day and the weather even when I act disinterested. I miss
Kamille's POV As the early morning light filtered through the curtains, I groaned. My head pounded like a third world war was going on there. I shifted slightly as I felt a warm body beside me and then turned to see who it was.What the heck! His long and perfect body lay beside mine naked just like I was. I quietly lifted the covers to check myself and the memories from yesterday began flooding my thoughts.I had met up with Amanda and Belle, we had a lot to drink, they left earlier. I remember the way the alcohol had dulled my senses and clouded my judgment. And then Zeke had appeared, he took me home but his presence had stirred something within me that I had long tried to suppress.Now in the harsh light of day, regret gnawed at my insides. The last thing I wanted was to have a one night stand with him. I should have known better than to get involved with a married man, especially one with whom I shared a complicated history. My eyes glanced over his fingers. The rings were go
Zeke's POV I rubbed my eyes as I woke up, my mind still foggy from the night before. I stirred and tossed in bed and noticed the faintly scent of orchids on the other part of the bed. I sat up as I realized Kamille had left. Damn it Zeke! Guilt gnawed at me for taking advantage of her intoxicated state. I mumbled a few words and cursed as I ran a hand through my jet black hair. I lingered in bed for a bit as I couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling of uncertainty about how Kamille felt. She was in it as much as I was. Or was she not? Recalling her soft moans, how her fingers dug into my back, her beautiful legs snaked round my waist guiding me to rock us both to pleasure, I tried to reassure myself that she was just as willing. I lifted myself off the bed and my eyes fell on the little clock on the bedstand. It was almost thirty minutes past six am. I wondered why she left so early. It would be either because we had sex or because she did not want to be seen or both. I natural
Kamille's POV London's weather seemed favourable as the Monday morning sun pierced through into my room. I yawned and got off the bed. I quickly went in to freshen up. I paused for a bit and stared at myself in the mirror. I loved how my body had evolved over the years. I had added more weight , my face had become rounder and I felt more beautiful. I got dressed and moved down to prepare a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs with bread and a cup of latte for my kids and I. I got to the boys room, hoping to have a hard time getting them ready for school but they surprised me with the excitement they had. Tyris was no different when I got to her room.Today must really be a good day. I smiled as they ran down to the breakfast table.The breakfast table was noisy with their excited chattering. “Promise mummy you will tell her all about today when you get back.” I said looking at them with a pleading smile.“Of course mummy. I will tell you all about it.” Tyris said giggling. I nodded
Ellen’s POV“What the fuck!” I screamed in horror as I stared at the document in my hands. I lifted my eyes to meet Becky’s astonished gaze.“What the hell Ellen? You need to calm down. We tried our very best to ensure the implantation worked out.” Becky replied in hushed tones. Becky had always been keen about excellence and perfection for as long as I can remember. When she ventured into the medical field, I knew she would do excellently well. We had been friends since preschool. She was the perfect reproductive endocrinologist to help me get pregnant with Zeke’s baby, but staring at the result she gave me, seemed to drain all my hopes away.“Since you tried your best, can you tell me what the fuck happened?” I asked.“Well, from the results of the tests run, it was found out that the In vitro fertilization failed due to a poor sperm motility rate and this could have happened due to the condition of the sperm as at when we used it.” Becky replied like the professional that she was,