Bryant's povWhen I got an unofficial call from Kiara I was surprised at first that she was still able to contact me after everything she did when should go kill herself for defiling our marriage. I have been thinking a lot about the picture that I saw in my head and the man I saw her with at the hotel.I sent a text message to the private number that was giving me information about my wife's love affair asking for the picture and the information of that man I saw her with at the hotel but I'm yet to get any feedback. That day I couldn't wait until daytime to see his face clearly because I wasn't able to hold my emotions and each second I stayed there it was hard for me to breathe until I made sure I got drunk before I was able to sleep and ever since then I couldn't sleep without getting drunk.I will start with her lover first then I can find a way to break and damage her that she will wish for death.For many weeks that picture had played in my mind in every possible way but now th
Kiara's povAfter my husband spotted that accusation it took me a long time to recover myself before I did I was just standing looking at him appearing as if I was nothing more than an inanimate statue that could not even breathe when I was finally able to catch my breath I have still not he meant by what he said that I could not even understand it.Response to this was to drag me and then more or less push me to the bed then he shoved his phone into my arms in the same manner as if he wanted me to break down in tears but I decided to keep a straight face even though I was feeling shattered inside.Despite his initial cold attitude, I thought that he would be overwhelmed and pleased with the news that we were going to have a baby to imagine that he was feeling any other way was mind-blowing to me because he had always hinted to me that he would love to build a family to me but now all of a sudden that I told him that our collective dream was about to come true he was acting as if it w
Kiara povTwo weeks passed and I could not take it anymore not for another second I have been trying my best to put myself together to come to the office everyday and then return back home even though everybody made a fool of me and everybody made me feel like a complete joke and not only that I was basically being treated like trash I had been treated badly before but at least I could hold up to the somewhat comforting feeling of knowing that all of these people were just using me as a punching bag even though I was innocent but so many of them have convinced themselves that I was the one pretending to be a victim while they were the ones simply bringing Justice to me but I didn't deserve Justice at least not against me because I was innocent.Just when I thought that things couldn't get any worse I woke up one day to another heartbreaking realization normally I was trying to adjust to everybody whispering to themselves whenever they saw me in the office but today as I got into my ow
Kiara's povThroughout the entire drive I was pleading with the man that I called my husband that I didn't want to go through with this abortion but he played deaf ears to me. It was almost as if I was trying to pour water into a basket and anyone could even tell what the results of that was.Completely pointless.The only thing that I was relieved about was that at one point he finally stopped driving like a maniac but that didn't mean that he stopped looking like one all of the veins in his head was clearly visible and his face was looking red like a volcano that was about to implode at any moment it made it hard for me to even speak sometimes my throat feeling scratched and tight, but I had to say something.He was about to blindly murder his own child. After all, I couldn't just keep quiet and wrap my hands around myself with the seatbelt on me and look out the window as if there wasn't a care in the world inside of my head because there definitely was."Bryant, I promise you that
Kiara's povWithout anything that is added to the way he was dragging me, we made our way into the clinic as he opened the glass doors and pulled me through as if I told him that I was running away in the first place and I was but it wasn't as if I was capable of doing it while he had his iron grip on me.There was a section that had some comfortable-looking cushions shared in the clinic and he pushed me into one of them with a stern gaze and he told me that if I got up and tried to run away I was going to regret it for the rest of my life.I sniffled after he said this and then I responded saying that I wasn't going to try and go anywhere. He gave me one last hard stare before he went over to a lady at the counter and started speaking to her. After a while, he came for me dragging me up to the counter. The lady looked at us with confusion but she didn't say anything she ended up asking me some questions like my name and a couple of hours I also met up with another lady that I asked m
Kiara's povI kept crying until the tears could no longer come out of my eyes and they felt stuck somewhere inside of me, until my body could not log in trouble like a leaf I continued until I felt that it was the most futile thing I could do right now suddenly I came to this disconnected realization that my baby was already dead basically murdered by his own father.Once again my eyes went over to the blood that was before me the agony image would forever be written in my mind but right now it didn't break me down like it had only moments ago.Rather I felt a strange sense of adrenaline suddenly rushing across every bone in my body pumping inside of me making me unable to sit still.I have to escape. I can not continue to see the face of the man who killed my child.As soon as this thought was planted in my mind there was no chance of operating it. Despite the numbing I felt in my lower body I was not going to allow it to discourage me from my escape.So I carried myself and I start
Kiara's pov"Sweetheart, are you cold?" My mother asked me as we shuffled together again ourselves to find some worms under the roof of stars, only one that we could claim anything to since we couldn't rent a house.The moment we stepped into this place we had been robbed of every material valuable thing we had except for the clothes on our backs.Since then we have been sleeping on the streets having to move often from time to time once the environment became too unfavorable and then we were basically eating off of the kindness of strangers and it may be in some dumpsters of fast food joints and restaurants.Life was completely pathetic for us.Nights like this, when the cold would sink into our clothes that have been given to us by a charity I will begin to feel so foolish of the thoughts that I had in the bus coming to this place. I used to think that things would be so different that I would finally have some control of my life maybe…"Mum sorry this is all my fault," I apologize
Bryant pov"Sir, you have a meeting in exactly 20 minutes and you are drunk…?"I looked at the slim lady with the bob cut who was now my secretary she was a middle-aged single mother and I felt like those two attributes had been very important in getting her casted for the job, while she did her duties very well it wasn't healing to anybody that she found her job putting her at her ropes end.The reason for that will probably be me.These days I couldn't get motivated to do basically anything. I was constantly fatigued wanting to crawl into a hole and just end my activities for the day before I had even begun anything.My grandmother and Anna quickly noticed the lackadaisical behavior and they had been at my neck breathing down demanding to know why I was acting this way, especially towards the business normally if I became lackadaisical about anything the business did not have to suffer.But suddenly I have lost the will to care.".... So what may have…what does me being drunk have t