Noah
This wasn’t the first time I received photos of Owen cheating on me. The blonde hair and slender build of the woman kissing him reminded me of my best friend Josie. But it couldn't be her… Right?
With trembling fingers, I dropped my phone. How could he do this to me? I thought he cared. I thought I was the most important person in his life. I was like a sister to him, and now I am his wife!
After losing my parents, I was adopted by Owen’s family. I saved Owen's life when we were young. His family was so grateful that they decided to take me in.
I grew up with Owen. We used to be inseparable. At first, he was like a brother to me. But as we grew older, things changed…
He went from an awkward, geeky boy to a tall, handsome young man.
I changed with the years, too. Puberty transformed me from a skinny little girl into a fit, voluptuous young woman. My dark brown hair grew long and wavy, spreading on my shoulders like seaweed. My bright green eyes with soft sight were framed by long black lashes. My fair skin and slim figure let me win the admiration of many Suitors. Owen always said he loved my eyes. He said my eyes were as charming as a clear lake.
Since we were teens, we felt a strange, forbidden attraction to one another. But neither of us ever dared to admit it. Until that one fateful night, when we shared our first kiss.
We got married when we were 22 years old. I couldn’t believe that it was almost 3 years ago now. I always thought we knew each other best. I thought nothing could ever come between us.
But Owen had been acting very strange recently. These photos seemed to explain why…
I had to confront him. “Owen?” I called out. “Owen, where are you?” He didn’t answer. He must be upstairs.
I walked up the stairs and heard him talking to his friend Simon on the phone.
As I was about to knock on the door, I overheard: “No, I don’t think I love her anymore.”
His words gave me icy chills.
“You should be happy, Simon. I know you like Noah. If we get a divorce, you can have her.” Owen continued.
“He said...what?” I couldn’t believe my ears and cried in my heart, “How dare he talk about me like that? I wasn't just some object he could give away! ”
Hearing Owen’s frivolous talk with his friend, I felt sick. I grew up with him and got married for so many years. But he recently acted like a stranger. Did he have a new love? Why did he treat me in such a cruel way?!
I was almost to open the door to question him, but suddenly I hesitated, “Question him and then what? Owen may not have loved me before. Do I want divorce? No, I don’t think so. Anyway, I have to calm down. At least I need to have a talk with him first. I need to know what happened to our marriage.” So, I quietly made my way back downstairs.
I tried to forget about what I heard by preparing dinner. As I was dishing up our pasta, the delightful scent of italian herbs drifted through the house. I heard Owen come downstairs.
“Just in time for your dinner, hun!” I said, trying to sound normal. But he was wearing his coat and gelled hair. He looked handsome as ever and ready to leave. I could smell his aftershave - my favorite smell in the world.
“Where are you going? It’s getting late and dinner is ready.” I said.
“Dinner with a client. Don’t wait for me.” Owen replied and left without hesitation.
I sat alone at the table, looking at the food I’d carefully prepared for him. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I listlessly turned the spaghetti round and round with my fork. I wasn’t hungry.
After storing away the leftovers, I stared at the TV for a while. Nothing could get my mind off of Owen and whoever that blonde tramp was.
I made my way to the bathroom. I washed my mascara stained face and looked at myself in the mirror. Why did he stop loving me? Am I not beautiful enough? Did I not do enough to make him happy?
I gave my body a scrutinizing glance, suddenly seeing all the parts of me that weren’t perfect. My belly wasn’t as flat as it used to be. Maybe I should’ve had my lips done, like my friend Josie. Mine always used to be fuller than hers. But now she had the plump, luscious lips of a model.
After washing up, I went to bed. Dropping my face into my pillow, I felt miserable. I tried to fall asleep, but my mind kept wandering. Where was Owen? And with who? Will he even come home tonight?
At 1 am, I finally heard the key turn in the front door. From all the stumbling I could hear Owen was very drunk. I swiftly made my way downstairs to help him to the bedroom. He started kissing me and said a blurry name. I tried to identify what it was. After he repeated it many times, I was shocked. It sounded like... “Joise”!
“Josie…? Were you with Josie?” I asked with panic in my voice. I helped his heavy body into bed. He grunted some words I couldn’t understand.
I couldn’t believe my husband cheated on me with my best friend. I cried and pleaded with him to see that it was me, not Josie. He pushed me away. As his head hit the pillow, he started snoring right away.
Looking at my husband - completely drunk - I didn’t recognize the man I knew and loved. I tried to sleep next to him. But it felt like I was lying next to a stranger.
I went downstairs and sat on the sofa all night, wide eyed, thinking about what happened between us.
The next morning, Owen came downstairs after a shower. I wanted to ask him how he was feeling. He must be hungover.
When I got up from the couch, I felt very weak and feverish. The sleepless night must've made me sick.
“Owen, are you OK?” I asked as I struggled to walk over to him. I really wanted to hug him. If only for a sense of comfort.
He swept my arms away and told me to leave him alone. I was so weak and dizzy, his push made me fall.
Owen was stunned for a moment. Then he said coldly, “If you’re sick, go see a doctor.”
I scrambled up to my feet, and looked at him with a shocked expression.
Suddenly, his phone rang. As he lifted it to his ear, the screen lit up. I could clearly see who was calling: “Josie”.
NoahMy heart sank when Owen picked up the phone. The screen clearly said “Josie”. He answered: “Hello? Yes, of course, sir. I can take a look at those documents for you.”I couldn't believe Owen was lying to my face. He glanced at me, then quickly walked over to the kitchen.When he thought I couldn't hear him, his voice softened. He sounded so sweet. Although I couldn’t hear his words, the way he spoke to Josie reminded me of the beginning of our romance.Owen was still trying to hide his betrayal from me. He must have forgotten that he gave away his secret last night, when he called me Josie. Those pictures on my phone left no doubt. He was cheating on me, with my best friend.I leaned up against the wall. I felt weakened by my fever and this emotional rollercoaster. I stared at my husband as he came back inside the living room. He avoided my eyes.It felt as if he had become a stranger. In the past, he would’ve never let me suffer like this.“I’ll pick you up later.” Owen said, re
NoahMy heart sank when Owen picked up the phone. The screen clearly said “Josie”. He answered, “Hello? Yes, of course, sir. I can take a look at those documents for you.”I couldn't believe Owen was lying to my face. He glanced at me, then quickly walked over to the kitchen.When he thought I couldn't hear him, his voice softened. He sounded so sweet. Although I couldn’t hear his words, the way he spoke to Josie reminded me of the beginning of our romance.Owen was still trying to hide his betrayal from me. He must have forgotten that he gave away his secret last night, when he called me Josie. Those pictures on my phone left no doubt. He was cheating on me, with my best friend.I leaned up against the wall. I felt weakened by my fever and this emotional rollercoaster. I stared at my husband as he came back inside the living room. He avoided my eyes.It felt as if he had become a stranger. In the past, he would’ve never let me suffer like this.“I’ll pick you up later.” Owen said, re
NoahMy heart sank when Owen picked up the phone. The screen clearly said “Josie”. He answered: “Hello? Yes, of course, sir. I can take a look at those documents for you.”I couldn't believe Owen was lying to my face. He glanced at me, then quickly walked over to the kitchen.When he thought I couldn't hear him, his voice softened. He sounded so sweet. Although I couldn’t hear his words, the way he spoke to Josie reminded me of the beginning of our romance.Owen was still trying to hide his betrayal from me. He must have forgotten that he gave away his secret last night, when he called me Josie. Those pictures on my phone left no doubt. He was cheating on me, with my best friend.I leaned up against the wall. I felt weakened by my fever and this emotional rollercoaster. I stared at my husband as he came back inside the living room. He avoided my eyes.It felt as if he had become a stranger. In the past, he would’ve never let me suffer like this.“I’ll pick you up later.” Owen said, re
NoahI couldn’t believe my eyes! While I was leaving, my husband was screwing with my best friend in my room! Didn’t he remember I got hurt because of him?! How ridiculous!Even though I had seen Owen and Josie’s betrayal before in photos, witnessing it in real life was way worse. It felt like a million knives stabbed me in the chest. My heart shattered.“How dare you cheat on me in our home! In our own bed, for God’s sake!” I cried out.They hadn’t heard me open the bedroom door over the romantic music that was playing. They turned around with shocked looks on their faces. If I wasn’t so devastated, it might’ve been funny.Owen's mouth had lipstick smears all over it, and Josie’s blonde hair was disheveled. They were both in their underwear. Clothes were spread out all over our bedroom floor. I tried to hold back my tears. I didn't want to show them my pain. My crying might come across as weakness. I demanded an explanation.“I don’t believe this. Owen! Did you forget I am your wife
Noah“What?! What guys? I just woke up, Owen. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I replied to the angry voice on the phone.“More lies! I can’t believe you, Noah. You're despicable!” Owen shouted. He was so loud, I had to move the phone away from my ear.“Owen, please calm down. All I remember is you leaving with Josie last night. I fell asleep on the couch. What happened?”“Josie is in the hospital because of you. I demand that you come here right now and apologize to her!”He ended the call before I could reply. What was this about? Would my life ever go back to normal? I decided to find out what was going on.My fever was over. Although my head still hurt, the wound was healing rapidly. I took a refreshing shower and got into a pencil skirt and light blue blouse. I combed my hair and decided to wear it in natural loose waves today.After a quick breakfast, I slipped into my high heels and coat, and made my way to my car. It was a crisp sunny day.I arrived at the hospital.
NoahOwen and I signed the divorce papers. That was that. Three years of marriage, gone.After signing the papers, Owen returned to the hospital to look after Josie. Meanwhile, I started packing up my things.Although we had multiple properties, I felt sad about leaving our beautiful villa. But I couldn’t stay here anymore. The love that once filled this home was gone now. I decided to move to our penthouse. I always loved that place. It had a large south facing terrace overlooking the river, in a quiet part of town.The next morning, I arrived at my new place. The moving company had just finished carrying all my boxes in, when I got a phone call.It was an unknown number. Curious, I answered the phone:“Hello, Noah speaking.”“Hello, are you Lisa Smith’s family member? You need to come to the police station. She was arrested.” The police officer said.His words shocked me. Lisa was the housekeeper who took care of me and Owen when we were kids. She was one of the kindest ladies I kne
NoahA throbbing headache and intense nausea woke me up. A bucket was placed within hand's reach, right next to the bed. Thank goodness. I relieved myself and looked around. Where was I? I found myself in the biggest hotel room I’d ever seen. The huge king bed had the softest, whitest sheets. It felt like I was lying in a cloud. A lustrous chandelier was hanging over a classy velvet lounge set. Outside the window, I could only see the sky. We must be in the penthouse.I pulled the covers over my head. The daylight was too bright for my sensitive eyes. What happened last night?The events from the night before slowly started coming back to me. The clothes scattered all over the floor confirmed the faint memories of moans and sweaty skin. I remembered how crazy I kissed him. I blushed. No, it can't be… When I heard the sound of a shower in the bathroom, a picture of Raymond's strong, perfect body came to mind. I shook my head, trying to clear my sinful thoughts.Minutes later, Raymond
RaymondThe first time I met Noah was when I came back to take over my family's business. She was only 19 years old then. I grew up in Australia with my mother. My parents got a divorce when I was 6. My mom decided to travel back to her home country, taking me with her.Even though my parents couldn’t stand each other, I kept in touch with my dad over the years. He was rich and successful. He inspired me to study management and start a career in business. I was really good at it and got promoted every few years.On my 24th birthday, my father called me and said he had a special gift for me. “My son, I am retiring in two years. I’d like you to come home to train under me. Once I step away from my position, I want you to take over the company.” He said.I was stunned and felt deeply honored. Of course, this was an opportunity I had to grasp. I quit my job in Australia and made my way back home.At my Welcome Home party, Noah and Owen were standing in a far corner. When I finally made i