Anyone happy Damien is finally letting Ariana go to church?
"Hey baby." I said as soon as I got into the room, taking off my shoes in the process. "Hey mama." He came over and kissed me deeply. "How was your day?" I asked when we pulled apart. "Great. But you abandoned me." He pouted, unpinning my hair, just so he could let it down and brush through it with his fingers. "You didn't see my message on time?" I asked in surprise. "I didn't actually. I already found my way to your office and Claire told me you already left." My smile dropped at the mention of Claire. "How nice of her to be the one to inform you of my absence." I sarcastically said. "Why do you have a problem with this girl?" He questioned. "I don't have a problem with anyone." I muttered, leaving his arms to make my way to the closet and take off my clothes so I could take a bath. He followed me closely. "She told me everything that happened while I was away." He said in an accusatory tone. I turned around and scowled. "What did she tell you?" "Did you accuse her of tryi
"Hey babe. Where are you? I need you here, there's a bit of a problem." I dropped the voicemail, trying to not sound annoyed even though I was. It was another Wednesday. Ariana was off to church and was unavailable when I needed her. Inasmuch as she seemed so happy to be free to practice her faith, the last couple of weeks had us drifting apart. We hardly spent time together. The whole issue with Cheryl was stretching longer with the authorities and though I was trying to do my best to help from behind the scenes, the case was a tough one. Cheryl had called, crying heavily and it had me destabilized even when I tried to assure her that everything was going to be alright. I paced the room for a bit, deep in thought over how to sort out the situation at hand. Out of habit, I rubbed my palm all over my face while I dialed Ariana's phone once again. It still went to voicemail. Letting out a frustrated growl, I was so close to smashing my phone when the door came open and she walked in.
"Good morning." I said the moment I woke up and saw him."How was your sleep?" He asked while adjusting his tie."Sweet. You're off to work already?""Yeah I've got some things to sort out."I hoped to go with him but it was fine. "Okay. Thanks for last night.""Why are you thanking me?" He actually seemed confused."I'm just happy we're cool again." I sighed in relief."It's fine. You're okay this morning?" "Pretty much, yeah." I nodded."Alright. You take care." He kissed my forehead and left."No lips?" I said after the door shut. That gesture had me overthinking in the next minute. I asked myself if he had really forgiven me like he said last night. He came back late again. I assumed it was one of those meetings that took forever. But then, there was a slight trace of alcohol in his breath when we shared a brief kiss. I decided to not question him about it cause I was avoiding a fight.But then again, I saw glitter on the back of his palm. He was at a party, I guessed. That was
"That's your final decision?" He asked calmly. His tone was so calm, it sent chills down my spine. This was definitely the calm before the storm, I was so sure of it. "Yes." I said, trying to steady my already shaky voice. He gave me a hurt-filled glance before regaining his rigid composure, "I was right from the onset. This was always going to cause a rift between us." He unlocked the door and walked past me in swift strides. "You can go," he said before leaving me standing in the middle of the room, thinking of what I had just done. I dropped on my knees again and for the lack of tears just stared into space. What was going to happen now? Was he going to leave? Was he going to not talk to me for the rest of our lives? The anxiety bit at the crevices of my mind as I sat on the ground, not having the strength to move from that spot and not bothering to go out anymore cause there was no need at this point. The day had been ruined. The night was no different. All I heard was deep, se
"I miss mommy. When is she coming back?" Damon had asked me for the umpteenth time this week. This was why I hated being at home. The questions never ended. Over and over again, they asked about Ariana and all I could do was promise them that they would see her soon while they Facetimed her with every chance they got with their grandmother. I didn't see her at work. We avoided each other, I suppose. If I kept seeing her, I would be forced to run back into the warmth of her arms. She had made her choice and I was letting her do her thing. Choosing to separate from her was not an impulsive decision, I spent a lot of time thinking about it and I figured it was best that I did not make her feel trapped. Struggling to pack up Ava's curls, my mind strayed over to how I used to see Ariana do it and I missed her even more. I shook my head vigorously. No, I was not going to let her get to me. I could do this. My phone rang, jolting me out of my thoughts, thankfully so. It was Amy. I groaned
I was laughing. I hadn't laughed so much in few weeks as I had done today. Having children were such a joy despite how stressful it could be to have them around. Damon was quite the storyteller and he explained the littlest of things with the most exaggerated expressions. Darian on the other hand was marveled by Leni. He hadn't left her side since Cheryl brought her in. Was my boy having a crush so early? He better not. Ava was standing now, with the help of the table, she was able to move around. She crawled to me in the kitchen several times and my heart melted every time I saw her toothy smile. Sonia was quite fun to speak to and she was a Christian too. I was glad cause I wanted my children to be raised right, especially now that I wouldn't be around as much as I wanted to. I took that fact with a pinch of salt whenever it came to mind. "He did that?" I asked her when she told me what Damon had done the first time he saw her. "He literally screamed 'I don't want another mommy,
The weekend the kids left was not an easy one. The loneliness left me in tears and misery. I wanted to hear all the noise in the apartment that now echoed whenever I made a sound. Why did this have to be so hard? They didn't want to leave, I saw it in the way they cried and begged to stay with me. Damien wasn't there, thankfully. It would have made it worse. He only sent a driver because he was away on a trip to wherever. I wanted him to at least let them stay with me since he was out of town but he went ahead to remind me of the terms of our contract. How harsh could he be? The contract. I read my copy again and again. He sent it after he had it stamped and recognized legally. Receiving the courier in my office was not a very pleasant experience but it came anyway and that night when I brought it home with me, I cried myself to sleep with it on my chest. We were supposed to be apart for a few months before deciding if were going to stay this way, get back together or just get a div
I wanted to tell her I loved her before I drove off. But then when I thought of my actions of recent, I decided that it would sound like a lie to her ears. I replayed our conversation in my mind every now and then. She said she would leave if I cheated and I promised I would tell her if I ever did something stupid. What that meant was that I was going to be the cause of my own undoing. If there was anything I feared, it was the thought of losing Ariana. It scared me more than the thought of losing my own life. At least if I died she would have a more peaceful life despite how heartbroken she would be. Why did this have to be so hard? ~~~ How a couple of weeks rolled into a couple of months, I would never understand. It all happened so fast. The kids had adjusted to spending two weeks in the mansion and the other two in Ariana's apartment. When they came home, I would hear them pray with her over FaceTime. Sometimes they prayed on their own before bed. I didn't stop them. They wer