Gwen. I took a deep breath. I don’t know how he would react to this news but I have to say it. I have to tell him. “What’s that?” He asked. “The night that the whole thing happened you were in that hotel with Emily, I didn’t stalk you if that’s what you are thinking right now. I went there with some friends and I saw you guys, I noticed Emily speaking to one of the waiters and then handing something to him. I watched the whole thing happening but I was too scared to tell you about it. She kept on pouring you drinks, so you could get drunk and you did get drunk, her plan worked. You should remember—that’s if you can, that you got up after that leaving Emily behind. I don’t know what you told her but she doesn’t seem in too much rush to go after you, I followed you secretly so I could tell you about Emily’s plan but then you dragged me after calling my name. You called my name that night Henry for the first time in months and the stupid me fell like a fool for it. You took me to y
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
Henry. She was too shocked to see me and the way she was staring at me it felt like she did not believe that I was there. “I hope you are doing alright Emily?” I asked again so I could bring her from whatever dream she was in. She blinked and narrowed her eyes at me, “you are not the doctor? Did you come here to mock me, Henry?” She asked instead of answering my question. I smiled softly at her, “nope, I didn’t come here to do that, I do not have the time at hand,” I said. She looked at me then took a step inside the room, “then why are you here?” She asked. “I came to ask you a question—no more questions actually. I have a lot to ask you,” I replied, studying her facial expressions. “What questions? Haven’t you done enough by putting me in here? What more do you want from me?” She asked as she slowly placed her hand on her stomach. “I didn’t put you in here neither did Gwen, nobody put you in here except yourself. You did this to yourself, nobody did it to you,” I told her.
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