It was a Saturday morning, exactly two weeks after the funeral, the morning air felt blissful as it sieved in through the open windows of their bedroom. Lorraine had moved back in with Clay and finally, they were living together as a couple. Earlier that week, Lorraine and Clay had renewed their vows and had a small ceremony, publicly announcing their marriage to the media. After everything that had happened, they figured that they wouldn't let anything else come in the way of them being together as a family. There was no reason to anymore.Clay had won over his family's affection, and Lorraine had reached the zenith of her career independently without Clay's help. She finally felt fulfilled and no longer felt belittled by being married to a man as famous, wealthy and influential as Clay Winston.Lorraine woke up that morning and found Clay still sleeping peacefully beside her lips parted in a smile.Slowly, she slid out under his arm, stood up and walked towards Edith's crib. Seein
Every morning, Lorraine Davis' alarm rang by 10 a.m, and every morning she hit the snooze button. But today was different. The alarm clock buzzed at 12:15 p.m., signalling a break from her routine. Lorraine, however, continued her pattern and snoozed it for the fourth time. Today marked the first month since her heart-wrenching breakup with Shawn, but still, she found it hard to accept the realities of her failed engagement. Despite the countless romance novels and movies she had watched, nothing could have prepared her for her first heartbreak.She sat up, and the sun's scorching rays sieved through the window, settling on her face. This was The Bay, an unusual place with unpredictable seasons. When it was hot, it was scorching and when cold, it was freezing. Looking out the window, Lorraine heaved a sigh. She was already tired of the day. Lately, her daily routine of binge-watching the old 90s rom-com she grew up on and crying herself to sleep was exhausting and sad.Unlike in the
The morning rain drizzled on the roof creating a soothing symphony. This time, Lorraine's natural body alarm got her up at precisely 7 a.m. She walked into the kitchen and made herself breakfast; coffee and toasts were her favorites on a rainy day. Sitting down and eating her homemade sandwich, she remembered everything that happened the previous day. It still felt like an episode of a terrible nightmare or a bizarre dream. She dialled her best friend Maia to tell her about the mysterious man she met at the gallery, and even more strange, about her decision to marry him"Do you think it's wise to get married to a man you barely know?" Maia's voice sounded over the phone,"I know you're a romantic, but this is a crazy idea, Lorraine" "What if he's a psycho? I mean, who asks a stranger to marry them?""He's not a psycho", Lorraine interrupted Maia,"He gave me a cheque of five hundred thousand dollars and said it's mine if I married him", Lorraine replied"Five hundred what?!" Maia's
The drive to Edensville was exciting and scary. Getting married to a stranger was one thing; living with him was another. Clay had sent his assistant, Mark, to drive Lorraine to his house in Edensville. The gated neighborhood had remained secluded because of its policies. No public vehicle could have access, and neither could anyone who didn't have the permission of a resident living in the neighborhood. Mark parked the car in front of Lorraine's apartment in The Bay and immediately detested the neighborhood. Although belonging to the middle class, he had grown to fancy the life of the top one percent in the city and often wished to belong to the exclusive society. Shortly, Lorraine arrived, and they drove to the ultra-rich neighborhood, a mere twenty minutes drive from The Bay. Lorraine was dropped off, and when she descended the vehicle, she stared at the massive estate which would be her new home. She had anticipated her new husband was rich, but as she stared at the massive con
The next day, Clay made his way to his kitchen for his usual morning cereal before his early morning run. On approaching the kitchen, he perceived the enticing aroma of chickpea curry in the air and walked in on Lorraine making breakfast. He was surprised to see she was an early riser; he fathomed she'd sleep in till late in the morning, giving him enough time to go for his run and sneak out before she ever woke up. Lorraine turned with a spatula in her hand, flipping pancakes and caught his gaze; for a brief moment, she felt admiration from him. Thinking she had impressed him, she called him over for breakfast "No, thank you" "I have an early meeting and can't make time" Lorraine felt awkward, realizing he was trying to avoid their brief moment last night "Is that why you're in your joggers?" she asked, catching him in his lie "They look cute, by the way", she teased and smiled, and Clay felt embarrassed, "Are you sure you don't want these delicate pastries?" "I promise they don'
Lorraine was lost in a train of thoughts, confused about her husband's actions. She had believed their relationship was supposed to be strictly contractual, but when he kissed her, she felt those damn butterflies, but it felt different this time. She had never felt desire like this before or been so wholly vulnerable and lost all self-control around someone. Those thoughts exhumed her, and she shook her head, hoping they would go away. But when she stared at his delicate chiselled face, she realized she might already be failing the dare from the billionaire.His kiss was swift and sensual, although it felt like an eternity of longing before his lips met hers. She remembered the passionate sparkle in his eyes. It was one that you only had for a deep love or a lost one; she could understand those looks. It was the same kind she once shared with Shawn, and as she studied Clay's features more closely, she wondered which category she fell into - was she a deep love or a lost one? She belie
Maia's surprise visits were as exciting as holidays were to Lorraine. Since their days in college, the duo had always fantasized about exploring the real world together, getting jobs, apartments, exchanging keys, matching tattoos and whatever it was that best friends did. Their small circle of friendship quickly expanded when Donna and Alex joined the duo in their second year, and their friendship quickly blossomed from then on.As Lorraine rushed down the stairs, her feet flopping excitedly at the arrival of her best friend, she was met with shock when she opened up the massive front door, and Maia had come bearing surprises. Holding a tiara and a box of chocolates to the left was Donna, and on her right was Alex, looking like she was fresh out of comic con. Maia squealed with delight when she saw Lorraine and Donna placed the tiara on her head. Lorraine looked puzzled and uncomfortable. She wasn't sure how Clay would feel about her best friends inviting themselves to his place with
"No?" Maia resounded, finding a hard time believing her best friend. She had feared that Lorraine still harbored feelings for Shawn, and that was why she did not want her to do a piece on him.Maia was an editor for The Times newspaper and often worked the field. She had once offered Lorraine to do an investigative piece on Shawn when there were still together, but Lorraine warned her not to, despite Maia having seen the signs of his infidelity, her best friend did not want to hear about it.She pulled Lorraine aside and spoke with concern, "Lo' I'm worried about you" "Shawn just cost you your job, and yet you don't want to do anything about it? I hope you're not still waiting for him to return to you" "You do know that's not going to happen, right?"Lorraine understood her best friend's concerns. She had a difficult time finding faults in Shawn or taking action about it, she was blinded by love when it came to his imperfections, and even when the truth was sometimes clear to her, she