“I’m getting a divorce! I can’t stand you anymore. Besides, Sherry is dead and the company has been handed over to me, what’s the use of putting up with a worthless marriage?” Those were the words of Caleb Thompson, the man Rosy gave up everything to be with, the man she devoted seven faithful years to, the man she has ever loved. The death of their child tore them apart, and the effect of her demise sprang up an unexpected divorce that shattered Rosy. Rosy felt the weight of depression weigh down on her more than ever when the man who should have been a shoulder for comfort became a thorn of a consistent reminder of her irresponsibility. The last straw broke on her when Caleb threw a divorce to her face. Five years after their separation, Rosy returns to take over her father’s assets. She meets Caleb again but this time with a familiar man she called a ‘fiancé’. The old crazy head-over-heels drama resurfaced and Caleb found himself chasing after her. The moment Rosy granted him his heart desire brought regret and pain to Caleb. He hated throwing off the woman who rejected several suitors for him. He realized that he had lost the most important things in his life despite having everything any human would dream of having. How can he get back an Ex-wife who only returned to hurt him emotionally and financially? Can he get her back when she already has someone else? To brush off guilt is easy but will accepting a forsaken love be?
View MoreCALEB Our eyes locked and my heart stopped beating. My breath seized and the words of the lady beside me began to swirl around, sounding like a continuous buzzing rhythm. What is she doing here? Why now, why? The collision of our eyes also had a drastic effect on her. Her eyes bored into mine, as we stood like lifeless statues. My mind spun in guilt when those beautiful laughing chestnut eyes changed to rheumy and dead eyes. She shook out of the shock trance and faked a smile towards me. My eyes dimmed in confusion when she took slow strides towards me and stretched out her flawless hand for a handshake. “Hello, Mr. Thompson,” she greeted, showing off her spotless dentistry. I stared down at her hand and averted the abashed stare to her pretentious smiling face. What is going on? Isn’t she supposed to be angry, isn’t she supposed to run away from me? Or perhaps, spit on my face and curse me for betraying her and flinging her away when she needed me the most
ROSYMy eyes were shut as Veronica touched up my face. Did I just say touch-up? I have been sitting in front of the dressing mirror for an hour and yet it doesn’t seem like it is going to end soon. “You are going to look like the princess of the Connor group of companies that you are,” Veronica bragged and popped a bubble gum. I sighed and groaned loudly, “When is this going to end?” “Uhm… ugh… in an hour or two.” I snapped my eyes open and set my head sharply in her direction. Her lips pursed out as she stared at me. “I don’t have time, Veronica,” I rebuffed. She turned up her lips in disgust and gave me an eye roll. “Keep calm, I want to make sure that you will be the most beautiful woman in that conference,” she chimed, dabbing a rogue on my cheeks. “Be fast about this, Veronica.” “I know, I know,” she repeated, waving her hands in the air. “I have three hours…” “You don’t have to say that a million times.” “Veronica, please throw off your bad vibes,
ROSY I sighed and slipped into the SUV parked outside the inauguration center. “You must be very tired,” Evan chuckled from the driver’s seat and I smiled tiredly. Evan stuck to his decision of being my driver. He resigned from his job in Cuba and became my driver, one of the best drivers I have ever employed. “Why don’t you want people to know about our relationship?” I asked. He pulled to a violent stop, taken aback by my sudden question. “Let’s keep it a secret for now, I don’t want your rivals to use it against you,” Evan replied. “Does it matter, what’s anyone’s business with my private life?” I scoffed. “Your life concerns everyone now, you have become a celebrity,” he laughed. I blushed and twirled the ringlets on my hair. “You have a surprise waiting at home,” Evan muttered and I groaned. “I’m sick of surprises, I just want to be left alone,” I winced. “Don’t worry, this will be your last surprise.” He swerved into the driveway and I stepped out of th
CALEB I swallowed hard as all eyes were directed towards my father and I. He seethed in fury and took heavy steps towards me, his eyes burning in rage. I remained fixed on the spot, not bulging despite the horrified screams coming from my aunt. Dad got to where I stood and grabbed me by the collar. “What the hell do you think you are doing here, haven’t I told you never to set your feet in my house again?” His hot breath fanned my face. I remained mute and stared blankly at him. He had every right to be angry at me. “You wanted the company, right? You have it now, you wanted that company in exchange for your own family,” dad spat, tightening his grip around my collar. My throat tightened and the flow of oxygen around my body became distorted. “Oh my God!” my mom’s horrific scream sliced through the air as she sprinted towards us and grabbed my dad’s shoulder, shaking him with every ounce of strength in her. My dad was heavier and stronger than her, so, a
CALEB “Rosy Connor officially declared the new CEO of Connor Group and chief director of Connor Foundation.” The headline was everywhere all over the city. The news of her penthouse was a hit in the media but this one was hotter than it. A few months after I and Rosy went our separate ways, things changed drastically. I turned to my worst nightmare, going to clubs and drinking myself to stupor. Despite how hard I tried to stop, the guilt of my betrayal and selfishness towards Rosy always turned my efforts into waste. I regretted pushing her away when she needed me the most. Mr. Reuben resented me for hurting his daughter and Karen bluntly refused to disclose her location. I have paid millions of dollars to many detectives to find out her whereabouts but no one has come back with a positive response I sighed and turned off the video of her speech which I was watching on my laptop. My phone rang and I pulled it out of my pant pocket. The name of my current private d
I glanced out of the window, itching badly to say something to Veronica. She had been silent ever since our conversation at the dining table. “Hey, you don’t have to worry, I will certainly find a place for you when I settle down,” I said. Veronica finally glanced my way and nodded solemnly. “You don’t have to stress yourself concerning that, I understand,” she replied. “We will throw an inauguration party for you,” Veronica muttered, running her hands along my arm. “I want an inauguration ceremony, not a wild party,” I rolled my eyes and she chuckled. “This year will be your best year,” Veronica muttered. “I hope so,” I replied. Evan pulled up in front of the small hospital she worked in and she slung her bag across her shoulder. She leaned closer and pecked my cheeks fondly. “Bye, bestie, have a great day at work,” she bade, hopping down from the car. “You too,” I shouted out from the window. “You know there is nothing like a great day here,” she shouted back
The continuous buzz under my pillow forced me to welcome the new day. I groaned and turned over, reaching out to cuddle with Evan. My eyes fully snapped open when I touched an empty space. I jerked up from the bed and stared at the unoccupied space next to me. Where could he be this early morning? My night dress and the clothes he shredded last night during our hot sex were still scattered around the floor. Even the room still smelt of heat and seminal fluid. His sudden disappearance got me traveling back to our escapade we had last night. I kept on searching for a moment he mentioned traveling back to Cuba. All I remembered was the promise he made that I would wake up in his arms. I stopped thinking about Evan when it dawned on me that the buzz under my pillow was my phone. I fished it out and stared at the unknown number flashing on the screen. I accepted it and placed it on my ear. “Good morning, who is this?” I mumbled. “I asked you to call me, Miss Rosy.”
Am I dreaming? What is he doing here? My frozen body was too helpless to kick him away from me, I glanced down at the disgusting hands wrapped around my waist, wishing that my body would come out of this paralysis and snap out the hands. “Do you like your new place?” He muttered, unclasping his hands from my waist. I spun around filled with anger, hatred, and bitterness. The murderous glare on my face dwindled when I saw Evan blinking confusedly at me. “Don’t you like it?” He muttered, feeling disappointed with himself. “You called me little Red Rose,” I muttered in a cold whisper. “What?” he craned his neck closer. “How did you know that I was called Little Red Rose?” That was the only thing on my mind, the rest weren’t worth thinking about right now. “Oh… that,” he thrust his hands into his pocket and raised his head as if he was trying to remember the answer to my unintelligible question. “I heard it from a guy when we were still in high school,” he
I smiled as I folded my clothes into my suitcase. A rasping knock on my door made me stop what I was doing and glance at the door. The door burst open before I could respond. Veronica sashayed into my room, her silver-colored handbag dangling on her arm. She is the only one that enters my room without my permission. I wonder how long I will have to put up with this crazy best friend. She took off the sunglasses she was wearing and glanced around my almost empty room. “It seems like you will be taking every piece of article in your room,” she chipped, popping a bubble gum in her mouth. “It’s not like I will be coming back to this house,” I muttered. “Seriously? You will never show your pretty face here again?” she asked, staring at me in disbelief. “Never in my life,” I responded. The serious look on my face proved to her that I had made up my mind concerning it. I have always prayed for a day when I will finally move out of the Connor mansion and never have a rea
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