Thea"Thea!" Tiffany bangs on the door abruptly, bringing me back to my senses. I immediately grab the papers and rush towards the bed, then I put them under the mattress again hurriedly. "Thea, open the door"She keeps screaming but I make sure she can't find anything. I don't trust her or anyone with such stuff anymore. Especially when she seems to be so freaked out on me all the time. I take a deep breath and release it before she screams again. This fucking woman! I gasp under my breath, "no one's dying, Tiffany. Can you just stop screaming", I yell at the top of my lungs. She finally stops screaming as I surge towards the door and open it. She's standing like a statue, gawking at me. Then she moves her gaze from my head to toe and vice versa as if she's scanning me. "What?" I roll my eyes, crossing my arms at her.She then peeks inside without even answering me as if she's looking for someone. "For fuck's sake, Tiffany", I shrug. "What are you doing?"She hesitantly pulls bac
TheaI clench my fists, gritting my teeth when her words echo inside my head repeatedly. The effect of her words has been so rough and shitty on my sanity that it freaked me out right away. I just didn't know how to react to her blunt confession. Did she really confess that she loves John? She literally dared to love him? I can't believe it. I can't believe the audacity to have such feelings and even confess that to my face. And she must have thought she shut my mouth. She's definitely wrong in that case. She can't shut me down after slamming that fucking confession on my face. Fuming in immense anger, I rush out of the room, following her. I find her running down the stairs and reaching the living room. "Tiffany, stop!" I screech, from the stairs, gazing at her.She turns around, slinging her bag on her shoulder."Not now, Thea. I have to pick up the boys from school", she groans.I ignore her words and come downstairs. As soon as she turns to move, I grab her arm and yank her asi
Thea"You knew?" My voice comes out as a whisper, yet it's filled with disbelief and surprise when I shake my head, wondering if I have heard anything wrong. "You knew all that time?"John pauses for a couple of seconds before he lowers his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. He doesn't respond. And with every passing second of his silence irks me, makes me fum in immense anger. What was he doing the whole time when he got to know that bitch has set her eyes on him? He continued to keep her in my house and let her go near my kids. And he didn't even find it better to let me know. "John! I'm asking you something", my voice booms around the house as his eyes roam around. "There's no need to scream in front of a bunch of servants!" He grunts his teeth. "I always make sure I'm not hurting your sentiments in front of anyone. Shouldn't you be doing the same?"There's harshness in his voice this time. And I regret doing so while I also notice the cleaners looking at us. I look away and grab th
TheaIt's been a while since the ugly fight we had. I feel miserable. Slumping onto the couch and looking up at the ceiling, I spend the entire afternoon. John didn't show up downstairs after that. Ryan and Kevin came back home but I didn't see Tiffany coming inside. I didn't talk to them but I overheard them talking about her. She dropped them at the gate and went somewhere. Good for her. I hope she's gone for good. I'll prefer not to see her face at all after knowing she had been lusting over my husband. Nonetheless, I feel awful after that heated argument with John. I should have controlled myself. He has never been so disgusted and annoyed after any argument we had. I know the reason. This time, I brought up the kids. I literally compare myself with them. I don't know how that thing came up inside my head. I should have shut my mouth. However, it's not like I didn't mean that. I definitely meant that. He is always biased towards the kids and I know if anytime he has to choose bet
Christian"Mama, can I go to school tomorrow?" Chrissie requests folding her lips after she's tired of ranting about how much happy she is to be back at home. She has been squealing and hopping all the time and it makes me delighted to see her finally recovering. It's gonna take her a couple of more months. According to Dr Decker, four to six months will be enough to know if she has gotten rid of cancer. Her remission journey will begin from then. I can't wait to finally watch her living like any normal child. I smile at her, sitting on the couch while going through the weekly reports sent by Nicole. Chrissie wriggles up her face as if she can already assume Ivanna is gonna decline it. Ivanna turns to her while putting the clothes back inside the closet. "Chrissie, I told you, no school for a few months, baby"Chrissie lowers her eyes, saddened. Even though I hate to see her getting upset, I hardly interrupt her and Ivanna. "I miss my friends, mama. I wanna play with them", she
TheaI'm waiting, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a couple of hours now. It's 11 of the night. I asked the maid to bring my dinner over here. But I could hardly eat. The whole day has gone like a stress coaster for me. I don't know what's freaking me out right now. Christian's stupid lawsuit? Tiffany's mysterious warning? Or John's anger?When I came to the room, I couldn't find him over there. One of the servants said, he was in his study room and asked him not to disturb him. I thought of going there a couple of times but dropped the idea. I should let him cool down a bit. I'm careful enough right now. And I'll have to be careful with him after this. When I'm struggling to figure out what's freaking me out, a thought crosses my mind. Of course, I'm freaking out because John is angry with me and he can have such thoughts like I'm selfish or so on. Because the other two things are related to this one. As long as John is with me, I don't have to be concerned about an
Ivanna"When will I stop coming here?" Chrisanna crosses her arms on her chest as I park the car in the parking lot. I smile at her, open my seatbelt and proceed to open hers."Just a few more months, baby!" I tell her, smiling. It feels so good to say something new to her.Every time she used to ask such a question, I used to give her the same answer over and over. SOON. I could never have a new and sure answer to it. Now, I can say. A few months. A few days. There's not only hope but also assurance and confidence in my voice. "Months!" She exclaims, making an even sadder face. "Yes", I touch her chin and kiss gently on her right cheek. She stares at me for a couple of seconds then gives a wider smile. She must have felt the same assurance in my smile that I could never give her before. She could possibly realise the doubts and sadness in our words. "I'll be patient enough", she says and immediately bites her tongue. "Aha! I don't wanna be patient anymore. Like sick people pat
ChristianI wash Chrisanna's hands and come out of the washroom, carrying her. "Paa, who's that grumpy kid you were talking about?" She asks curiously. I didn't have an answer ready for her so I roll my eyes, clearing my throat. There's no way I can tell her that Samuel is Emily's son. She's gonna have a lot of questions and I don't have simple answers to them. "He's just a kid", I say. "My colleague's son""Oh!" She looks around. "I'm not getting any more syri, am I?" She asks."No", I smile at her, walking back to the reception. Samuel is sitting in the lounge, hanging his head as usual. It's hard to see a kid not smiling at all. At least, I have never seen him smiling around. The caretakers say he's silent most of the time. Either he's silent, or he's violent. There's no in-between. It took me enough time to make him speak and convince him to come over here. I take Chrisanna towards the lounge and plop her on the couch beside him. "Here you go. I hope you didn't get bored, Sa