Henry. I was beyond shocked when Gwen started saying all of those things. Never for once did I ever think all of those things happened. Never for once did I think I forced myself on her instead of her drugging me, I have always believed she did that and with Emily saying she saw her I had to believe that she truly did it even though she wasn’t the one who did any of it. I blamed her and treated both her and our daughter because of my mistake and yet she still didn’t hate me. I could see it in her eyes, the hate that was sitting there after our divorce wasn’t there anymore. Gwen does not hate me—she tried to hate me but couldn’t, and I have been wondering why. Why couldn’t she hate me? Why couldn’t she just stop loving me after I did those things to her I couldn’t stop myself from asking. “Why?” I asked and she looked at me confused. “Why what?” She asked. “Why didn’t you hate me? Why don’t you hate me now after everything I put you through, after the insults my family rained on y
Emily. My life has never been more miserable than it is now, I had thought I had it all. That getting Gwen’s property was my best plan, I had thought I would get away with it but I was wrong. I started regretting my decisions the day after Ian left, I haven’t seen him since then and he hasn’t bothered to come visit either. I kept telling myself that I should not have done what I did, I shouldn’t have taken Jason out of his house that day. I should have closed my eyes to the past—to how he treated me and then moved on with him. Ian was really ready to be with me, he had gotten everything ready for my arrival, for our child’s arrival. He was even ready to accept my unborn baby but I just had to ruin it all by coming up with a stupid plan. I felt so depressed in this damn cell, there was no one to talk to. All I do is sleep or maybe stay awake staring at the dark walls of the cell. I haven’t been eating well even though I was given a good meal suitable for a pregnant woman. Yeah, yo
Henry. It has been a month since I confessed my feelings to Gwen, a month of everything going fine and well with us. After a month of being in the hospital and the whole month, I was supervised all the time, I couldn't wait to go home at that time and now thankfully I can go home. I was super excited today but I couldn’t tell between me and Gwen who was more excited. Like I said and will always say, Gwen has been an angel, a light to my dark world and I couldn’t help falling in love with her more and more. She’s a real diamond. And I have a lot of plans for her—for us, and our daughter. She deserves the world and everything in it and I want to make sure I give her everything she needs. “Are you excited to go home today?” Gwen asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked at her and smiled, this will be the tenth time, if not more she has been asking me this. “I am exhilarated!” And that’s always my answer to her question. She always ended up smiling after I said that and I don’t
Gwendolyn’s POVEveryone thinks getting married to a rich man, not thinking about how to pay bills and all that would make one happy. It might be for them, but not me.And also, everyone thinks getting married to their heartthrob would be a blissful feeling. Well, it was for me for the first year of my marriage to my sweetheart, but the year after was hel for me.Here I am, five years later married to my sweetheart but still gets cheated on even after all his promises. I thought my life would be colorful as long as I was married to Henry, my first love and everything, but who was I kidding? My life has been hel after our first year of marriage, and I still decided to stay with him. Stay by his side to see if he was going to change his ways, it was old news to me that he was cheating and the media made it known every day. He always liked to twist his words, telling me that the women were his business partners and nothing was going on between them.I used to believe that lie, believe th
Gwendolyn. I know alcohol wasn’t going to help me, but I still opted for it. It gives me a temporary relief from my heartache and the pain of knowing Henry was cheating.I opened the wine and poured a large amount on the glass then gulped it down, letting out a sigh of relief. Normally, I only have a glass after Henry’s drama but soon when the pain became too much I turned it to two and then three, and it went on and on.While sitting there I started thinking about my life, and if there was one thing I can totally agree of that will be this. This wasn’t the life I envisioned with Henry after getting married; me getting almost drunk every time we had a quarrel and he, cheating on me with his lover. I didn’t plan my life this way, when I ran away from home to be with him, this wasn’t what I was expecting.I had dreamt of a bright and happy future where Henry and I were happily married with three children, living in a quiet and peaceful neighborhood with either a cat or a dog. But this,
Henry's POV. I stepped out of my car with my head banging and the harsh sun shining on my face was doing me no favors. Last night was a blast, and I’m not sure if I have had that much happiness since I got married five years ago.My lover, just as my wife calls her, was truly my first love. She was Gwen’s best friend back in high school, and immediately I saw her, I knew she was the one meant for me. Emily would always be the one for me, and no matter how much Gwen tries to make our marriage work, there’s nothing that’s going to work. Everything was just a scam right from the onset.I walked into the house with a happy grin on my face, reminiscing last night. The lovely dinner Emily and the wee hours of this morning.I walked to the living room and noticed that the usual amazing smell of Gwen’s cooking was missing, the TV was on, and my little daughter was sitting idly on the couch watching cartoons.Jasmine was the only reason I decided to marry Gwen. She got the baby for me and my
Henry. I walked into the room after contemplating on what to say to her, my steps halted when I saw the miserable position she was in.She was my wife, after all, so I really get the pleasure of seeing something as delicate as her suffer?Yes.That was the answer to my question, Gwen deserves everything happening to her and maybe even more. If she hasn’t been such a cunning biitch who only wanted me to herself, then she wouldn’t be in this position today. She wouldn’t be here sitting with her hand on her head and crying softly if she didn’t make that drastic decision years back. And I wouldn’t be here trying to haul more insult at her for trying to be herself.“You walked out on me, Gwen?” I asked. My hands were clenched by my side.Slowly, she raised her head up and stare at me with tears in her eyes. Trust Gwen never to hold a grudge, regardless of what you’ve done to her, she wouldn’t hold it against you. Instead, she’ll be looking at you like she was a god who doesn’t sin and tha
Gwen. In no time, we were out from the house, and I can confidently say that this was the first quality family time we have had in years. Henry rarely has time for us, he was either occupied with his mistress or engrossed in his company affairs. My heart swelled with joy upon seeing the gleaming expression on Jasmine's face; one glance was enough to tell her exhilaration for this outing. Witnessing my daughter radiate happiness like this was my ultimate goal; she was my greatest source of pride, after all. The drive seemed to be longer than I anticipated, and I couldn't help but wonder where Henry was taking us. Despite my polite inquiries, he refused to say anything to me, he was too preoccupied with making calls and barking orders at whoever was on the receiving end. At one point, I chose to remain silent and enjoy this rare opportunity to spend time with Henry… peacefully. Jasmine was beyond thrilled and couldn't stop talking; she bombarded us with questions every time we passed