It was hard to walk with your head high when you know all eyes were on you, and they whispered about you. Some were confident enough to point their fingers at you. Amelia put her head down; she hadn’t spent up to two weeks in her working place, and she was already the topic of gossip. It was annoying. This was not what she expected when she dreamed of freedom.She forced herself to the office, but Florence was waiting at the door with a frown on her face. She folded her hand below her breast and glared at her with so much hatred; if looks could kill, Amelia was certain she would be dead by the way Florence was looking at her. When she got to the door, she tried to move inside but Florence blocked her. “What’s the meaning of this?” Amelia asked with gritted teeth.Florence scoffed, pushing her phone .in Amelia’s face. She removed the phone only for her face to show an expression of shock. It was a picture of her lying in Mike’s leg, while he gazed at her with what anyone would r
What boyfriend? Mike wondered as he walked into the office. He could feel the ladies' gaze on him, but they didn’t dare to say a word. He walked up to Amelia, who sat up on her chair. The moment he stopped before her, she wrinkled her face into a forced smile, “How can I help you, Sir?” She screamed the ‘Sir’, and that made Mike wonder why she had to scream it.He had come to check on her and force her to dine with him, but after hearing about this boyfriend he had no idea on. He wanted to speak with her now. “Meet me in my office now?” He turned without waiting for her response.Amelia turned to look at the girls, and saw Christie whispering, “What’s wrong?”She shrugged. Florence was glaring at her, but she followed Mike behind. On the way, Mimi was coming back, and when she saw them, she started adjusting her dress. Mike was out of space that he didn’t respond to her greeting.She glared at Amelia behind, who sighed. She was surely having more enemies than friends. When they g
“You are joking, right?” Amelia asked with a frown.“I am not. It’s best you start getting dressed before it’s late.” He opened the door and ushered her outside. Amelia frowned but she left his room while glancing back to see if Mike was following her. She sighed in relief when she knew he was still in his office, telling herself he must be joking about following her on a date. What sort of husband does that?She closed her eyes knowing she wasn’t supposed to be going on a date too. What sort of wife does that? But she was left with little to no choice and had no idea what to do. So, she was going to make use of Christie’s advice. She might be able to get Florence off her back that way too. The thought of coming to work without having enemies put her mind at ease. Having Ava at home to terrorize her was more than enough.The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Amelia avoided going for lunch as she didn’t want others pointing fingers at her. Christie helped her get her lu
Mike had followed Amelia right from home, but she wasn’t observant as she kept staring at every, and anything she saw which brought a smile to his face. His wife wasn’t a hard woman to please due to the fact that there were so many things she hadn’t seen, and he wished to be the one to show her the world, but as it was, he couldn’t.He settled for following behind her and was surprised at the environment she was in. Who was she going on a date with that lived in such an environment? After a while, one of the secretaries in the office came to pick her up, and they went through an apartment.To keep himself busy while waiting for her; Mike went to the app and was thankful when he saw Phoenix's message. It had been a while since he last met her online as they had been dropping messages for each other offline. If there was someone he was so eager to meet, it was Phoenix, but she had no interest in meeting him just yet.He relaxed against the chair as the ladies were taking longer than he
When they returned to the table, the awkwardness had tripled, and Amelia could barely eat her food. She kept digging her spoon into her plate without bringing out any food and didn’t respond to any question Charles had asked her. This wasn’t the freedom she had bargained for. One minute she felt free, and now she had a husband breathing on her every second.Christie noticing that the blind date was already a disaster forced a smile, “I think we call it off today. We can meet some other time, right?” Her gaze was focused on Maroon, who was quick to agree with her, as he wanted to meet the lady again. He had always detested blind dates but there was something about Christie. She wasn’t as beautiful as her friend, but beauty had never been what interested him in a woman.“What do you say, Amelia? Should we meet some other time?” Charles asked, staring at her with hope in his eyes.A gaze at Mike told her that it would just end up as the same thing. “I don’t think so. It's best we d
This was the fifth time Ava was checking if there was going to be any sound from the car, but there was none. She couldn’t believe that they weren’t back after all these hours. What were they doing at work? She felt so bored, that she had put her phone aside and had also off the television. She sat in the living room hoping to catch the couple once they walked back inside.She had no idea when she fell asleep, but the bright light of the car woke her up from her sleep. She pretended to be asleep while opening her lower eyes. Amelia was the first to come inside in a different cloth than the one she had worn to the office that morning, while Mike followed behind her smiling. Amelia went to their room. Mike went to the refrigerator. The couple hadn’t spared her a glance, but she didn’t mind. She had never been alone with Mike since she came to the mansion, but finally, she was able to have him alone in the room. Ava stood up quietly, sneaking up behind him. She was about to w
She had expected the stares that would be directed to her to have reduced significantly but no; everyone stared at her shamelessly like the previous day and also pointed their fingers at her. Amelia sighed; it seems the world hardly forgets things quickly, and they believe what they want to believe in.“Welcome, Ames,” Christie was standing at the door with a broad smile, and before Amelia could enter the office, she was already dragging her off in the opposite direction. It didn’t help that Amelia was wearing a heeled shoe that she wasn’t used to yet, and it made it look like Christie was pulling her.“What’s going on? Why are you pulling me?” She asked, glancing back to see Florence and Mimi at the door staring at them. “Did I offend their royal majesties again?”But Christie ignored her and continued dragging her. She pushed her into the toilet and checked if there was anyone in the cabinet. Sure, no one was there but them; she closed the door behind them.“Spill.”Amelia glanced a
The whole building was silent as it usually was; with no building close by, there was no noise coming from outside. Mr. Afonso held onto his cane, as it was the only source of sound in the building, and his wife followed beside him slowly. The whole building was painted white and smelled like antiseptic. Only a few nurses moved in blue scrub and a receptionist who was seated on her chair. Her gaze moved to the sound, as it wasn't every day they had visitors or patients in their hospital. They only attend to patients whose identities needed to be kept secret, and not everyone knew the hospital existed. It wasn't on the map and not in the city. It had taken the Afonso a long journey to finally get there. Mrs. Afonso stopped in front of the receptionist, and she stood up immediately. As there weren't many patients in the hospital; she knew every patient and their guardian. "Follow me, ma." She said, and lead them to the room their patient reside in. The rooms in the hospital we