Roberta’s eyes were filled with tears as she stormed out of the room. What upset her was how emotional she was about the whole thing. When she had started writing about the case, the only thing that was on her mind was to take down Wyatt but now, she was scared of how deep everything was.Wyatt was emotionally attached to his daughter, if he found out the truth, he would not only attack the writer but he’d attack her family too. Fred didn't bother to hold her back, he wasn't proud of what he did but what had happened couldn't be changed. Wyatt deserved even more than that. If they thought of how many people he had hurt and destroyed their businesses, it would be way more worse than what he had done. Also, Mrs wyatt had a share in the blame. If only she had run away with him the first time that she asked her to do so, maybe they wouldn’t have had to deal with all these now. She cleaned the tears off her face with the back of her palm. The tears mixed with her mascara and it
Roberta finalized her meeting with Doris. She contacted an interior designer and they agreed to meet as soon as possible. The security that had followed her made her uncomfortable but she was kind of used to it. Her boss had protected her twenty four seven and treated her like an egg which proved again that people only treated others with respect and caution when they had something important to offer. Life was fabulous for her even though her parents were scared for her, they knew she was working with Doris. Even though her father wasn’t having any of it, he had to painfully accept that his once shy daughter was now a teenager and he needed to let her make decisions for herself. Roberta drove to West bridge, she decided to set up a meeting with Doris. Doris was able to find a quiet location in the rural part of Oregon. It didn’t seem like much but she enjoyed how quiet and peaceful everything was. Also, Wyatt couldn’t locate her there because it was restricted.She felt sorry
Mark gave her some of his clothes to put on as her clothes in her box were soaked. She held the oversized gray shirt, she had never worn another man's cloth except for Nate’s own. It had been a couple of days since her secret had gotten out and she was surprisingly doing fine for herself. After she had poured out her heart to her parents and Esme, she felt absolutely better, life wasn’t that bad, she had told herself. Nate had tried contacting her but in her usual strong headed manner, she had ignored him. She didn’t need anyone judging her or scolding her for what she had done. She frowned at herself, it was only right that she gave him a chance to speak but she wasn’t ready to do so, at least not yet. She needed some space as the cameras were all over her. On one particular day, she had woken up to a couple of reporters outside her home. Her mother was so livid that she had to call the police to get rid of them. She absolutely loved the attention that she was getting. Her
Nate and Adam pulled up at a club. Adam helped Nate clean up, he spent hours cleaning the broken glasses as there was no servant on duty.Nate had gotten so frustrated. The last few days had been hectic and terrible. Ruby wasn’t speaking to him, yet again. He was almost convinced that ste did it on purpose to spit him. She was aware of how much he liked her and she was playing with his emotions. He blamed himself for not being there for her, for not being the man that she wanted, for allowing Taylor to bully her.Adam had even sustained a small cut when cleaning,he swore under his breath to take out everything on Wyatt. They were slowing down things for them. He had already come up with a plan and everything was set. He was disappointed at how Nate had hurt himself. It was true that love made people do crazy things. Adam had tried to advise him to move on from Ruby but he wasn’t having it. He was having a bad day at work, he had been so pissed when he got home that he had
Ruby sighed, inhaling the fresh air, it felt good to be home. The last few nights had been the best nights of her life, she slept comfortably with her friend Esme and in her arms,also she had no reason to worry as she was comfortable. She loved the comfort of her room, it reminded her of her teenage years,posters of her favorite band were hung up on the wall, they looked faded but she left them there anyway.The new room was perfect and she had brought almost everything from the old house. She stretched lazily on her bed, her days had become routine, she helped her parents at the restaurant, visited Esme often to take care of her and went to the shelter after work hours. They were excited to see her and always welcomed her with open arms. Her mother and father went about her daily business while she was left alone at home. She was preparing for her trip to California and there wasn't much work left to do. It got really boring, she knew she couldn't stay at home all day, she ha
She dialed her mother's number several times on her way to the house. She began to panic as no one was taking the call. Her mother always picked up at the second ring.She received a text from Ruby, asking her if she was still going to make it for the party. She tried to calm herself down but it wasn't working. She took her Zoloft pills. One thing she had in common with Ruby was anxiety. Doris had once joked that if they checked the meal that had the most, it had to be their Zoloft pills.Mark had gotten her and Ruby invited for Taylor’s all white yacht party. As the celebrity chef, he was allowed to bring a few guests. Roberta had thought of how dramatic it was going to be, having Ruby and Taylor and the same boat. She imagined one of them was going to end up being pushed into the pool. "Dear God" she began. She was taught to pray and attended mass as a child but she wasn't deeply rooted, she saw the whole church thing as an opportunity for the rich to oppress the poor.
Roberta decided to pass the night at the hospital. She texted Mark and Ruby, apologizing for not attending the party. She sat beside Lorenzo's bed, watching him. He looked very peaceful in sleep just like his father. She spoke with the doctor in charge earlier, he said Lorenzo's injury was a casualty and it was going to heal nicely in no time. She checked her phone for any texts from Carl, the father of her baby. She wished he could send her a text, saying literally anything. She sighed, was this what love was? She asked herself. Being so insecure and indecisive, also being cold and confused. "Honey, have some soup," Giorgia offered, handing her a bowl of soup. "Thanks Mom," she smiled. Her tummy rumbled, she hadn't eaten anything and was taking her Zoloft pills. "I have a conference to attend tomorrow,"Giorgia said, stirring her soup.Roberta’s ear became more attentive as she heard the word conference."And what is this conference about?"she asked "Well, it's a bre
Roberta took her time in the bathroom,she had a feeling Abbie was waiting for her to be done. After some minutes, she came out, she scanned her surroundings for any sign of Abbie, she wasn't there.She was quite familiar with the surroundings of the hospital and could find her way easily. She walked to the grumpy receptionist, hoping she'll get an answer. "Excuse me,I'm looking for nurse Kira" she saidThe receptionist's scowl deepened. She typed away on her computer, ignoring Roberta. She wondered why she was always a victim of grumpy receptionists."Excuse me!" Roberta said, putting her hand firmly. "I'll have to report you to the directors if you keep on with this trashy attitude" "No, that won't be necessary, I apologize" the receptionist pleaded, bowing her head, Roberta wondered what kind of staff they employed at the hospital. "Nurse Kira is in room 101, she's on night duty"the woman answered impeccably "And how about nurse Abbie?""She left a while ago, her shift