I hated how I was unable to stay away from these settings without hurting Danielle or being seen as a coward and someone who couldn’t bear to face her husband’s mistress. I sat down in another fancy restaurant at a table in an enclosed space, listening to Danielle talk about the update on the school project. I kept my eyes on Danielle and listened to her talk about the work that had been done and what was yet to be done at the school. Hopefully, the project would be done in about three weeks and I could tell that the ladies were excited about it just as I was. “So ladies, I know we have done a lot already and I won’t ask for more but I want to just tell you that Hazel has decided to give 10 students scholarships along with the project. Mind you, this is coming from her pocket” Danielle gestured to me and she had such a proud smile on her face. That little snitch. I told her I wanted it to be a secret but she went ahead to announce it and with the look she was giving Samantha, I k
“What are you thinking about?” Atticus’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at him long and hard and tried to figure out why he didn’t look like a cheater. As handsome and respectable as the man was, it didn’t change the fact that he was a cheating bastard.“nothing. Focus on your work and don’t mind me” I told him and turned over in my seat. I was in his office again and not the one at home, the real one. He had been surprised to see me in his office, especially carrying a lunch box and I was pleased to see he had his head buried in between files and not between another woman’s legs. Oddly enough, he had been indulging me these few days and I didn’t know what to make of it. He lets me do whatever I please and actually answers my questions during dinner. He was also not frowning when I barged into his office unannounced. “When will you be heading home? It’s getting late" I had my back to him on the couch so I had no way of telling if he was happy or not and I didn’t wan
I don’t think I was going to be getting angry today. At this rate, I was not capable of anger because of the immense happiness I was feeling. Last night’s event had my head so far in there, that I was blinded to anger. Even when Atticus was silent at breakfast this morning and didn’t answer most of my questions, I didn’t mind. I think my new favourite position was being in his arms. It’s a place I never want to leave. The day flew by in a blur and before I knew it, it was evening. Recently, the preparation for the gallery has taken my mind off a lot of things and kept me busy. I was really excited at the thought of opening a gallery but at the same time, I was nervous. I have been painting as much as I could about different things. I didn't have anything exactly planned but I had been painting based on my emotions and feelings on various days. Today I completed the painting of a man who was standing above a black sea under the full moon. He was staring at his reflection in the
I think Atticus was getting irritated with me. I know he lowkey regrets indulging me and keeping quiet when it comes to my actions now I am a little obsessed with those little actions. I found myself obsessing over him, trying to touch him or get any body contact I could get and it was getting a little bit too much for him. At dinner, I brushed my fingers over his hands when he laid them on the table. When I walked past him at home, I tried to brush my shoulders against his and let’s not get started on the kisses I now give him every chance I get. After that night, since he didn’t protest when I gave him that kiss on his cheek, it had become my daily ritual. I gave him a peck every morning and before I went to sleep. He was yet to reciprocate but I didn’t mind at all. I was happy doing the giving. Today was one of those rare days when Atticus didn’t go to work. I was really surprised when I saw him in sweatpants and a T-shirt in the dining hall. Sometimes, he still loved to rea
I had a good dream last night and my body ached like a bitch but it didn’t hurt at all. I had little hope that I would see Atticus when I woke up. Talk about a Disney dream. I dreamt that he was fast asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around me as if he was afraid I would be stolen from him if he let go of me. I didn’t want to wake up from the dream where he was happy to see my face and where he littered my face with kisses and I didn’t mind his morning breath. It was my fantasy life and I knew it was close to coming true. I know someone may argue that I was so pathetic betting my all to make my husband love me but who wouldn’t? Would you stay in a marriage without love or would you be happy to see him fuck around?To me, it was better I try to be happy since I wasn't getting a divorce. I would never want my dad to be disappointed in me. I have to remind myself that I was here because of Dad but that didn’t mean I couldn’t try to be happy or make my own happiness. Contrary to my
I was extra sore and my body was on fire but it didn’t stop me from grinning and humming to myself as I applied my makeup. When Atticus came back home last night, he came straight to my room and fucked me senseless. I didn’t tell him I was still a little sore from earlier and that was a stupid mistake from me. Now my legs were quivering with every step but it was better than last night. I could walk without feeling like my legs would give out at any moment. I was on my way out to go shopping for some nightwear and underwear. My favourite brand just launched a new line and I was surprised to get a call yesterday from the mall Danielle showed me the other day. I called Danielle when I dropped the call to ask if she wanted to tag along but she refused saying she had appointments she couldn’t get out of. I was so jealous of her that she got to be so busy but Atticus would never let me manage the business. “You look awfully happy today. You have been humming and smiling all morning” L
They left the restaurant before me. Samantha made sure to cling to him as they left and I wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk off her face. Instead, I cowered to the side so that he wouldn’t see me. We would have our discussions at home. I was currently at home waiting for him to come back. My thoughts almost killed me while I waited. I thought about what he felt for her, if he followed her home, what they talked about and what they do when they are alone. I felt like I would never be enough and right now, my mind was a rotten place you would not want to be. I sat on the couch with my arms wrapped around me and my legs tucked underneath me. I felt small. The staff has been giving me nervous glances since I sat down here with a blanket wrapped around me. It was as if they were scared I would lash out at them but that was the last thing I would do. My fingers were hurting because I was biting them, something I don’t do. Well, they said bad habits were the easiest t
I was about to get lower than my dignity would allow and it pained me so deeply but I was out of options and there was nothing I could do. I had no other options left. Last night, I stayed up all night thinking. I looked past my stupid reason for why I had to do what I was about to do. I realized that I wasn’t desperate to save my marriage because of pride like I originally thought but I was desperate to save my father’s dream and legacy. Atticus has managerial rights over my father’s company and everything he built. If I walk out or if I am shamefully thrown out, I will lose everything. My father’s company would be gone forever since I had the company only in name and Atticus controlled everything. I had to get it back. Dad made a terrible mistake. For the first time in a long time, I saw a flaw in what he did, a flaw in the decision he made. I was in deep shit and it was because of dad. So now I either had to look for a way to get the company back or a way to solidify my cla