This is the first morning I have woken up without a smile in a while. I'm missing Dane big time. I wonder whether he thinks about me at all. I check the phone desparately but couldn't even find a good morning message from him. Should I fire him a text saying good morning? But that sounds too desparate. I also don't want to sound like a clingy wife. So I put my phone down before I change my mind. I took a huge breath and was ready for taking the day head on. I quickly take a quick shower trying to memorize our last shower together. I was afraid that I would come then and there so I shut the water and came out with a gasp. Is this even normal? I was a sex crazed demon now. What a change from a demurred Virgin to a bitch in heat. I cringed at my own thoughts.I put on a lavender dress because I knew I have to up my style game. Charlie told me that it would look good on me. Earlier my sister mocked my fashion sense. Maybe I was a an illiterate in fashion. The main reason for that is my clo
I was now very much prepared to face what is going to happen. My sister had already left the building. Irene is now staying far away from me which is kind of good otherwise I would have lost it and fired her too. I was still sitting with my tainted dress. I could have asked Janine to bring back a new pair. But the vogue people will already be here in a moment so there is no use. I would tell them that my dress is ruined accidentally so I won't be able to do the shoot. But to my surprise they have come with dresses for everyone. I haven't even given it to them but then they have dresses of all sizes. Their make up artist and stylists surrounded us like wolves.Me and Renee were watching them confused but André was on roll. He talked with them casually and changed into his costume in record speed. Me, Renee and Irene followed his suit. The next turn was for my stylists they puffed my face and pulled at my hair. I wanted to cry in pain. But they knew what they were doing. They have manag
Hospital is one of the most boring places to be in. I always hated them. I got appointment with another doctor this time. I hope I could go home early today. I was very much tired today. I knew everyone would be wondering why I was tired today. All I did was click some pictures today. But the process of getting the right picture is a little bit lengthy process. I would have thought the same but going through it was very enlightening to me. The bored receptionist asked for me to wait for some time. I wish the doctors were not very busy. But they are out there saving lives so I shouldn't complain."You can go in Dr Sharma will be waiting for you", said she with a yawn. I tried to hide my irritation with a smile at her. But she didn't look at me. When I went in I saw a guy who was slightly bald. God this was embarrassing enough with a woman but now I have to bare it all in front of a guy. I tried not to show my uneasiness on my face. But he surprised me with a warm smile without being
I said goodbye to Charlie and Janine had come to pick me up with no fuzz at all. I knew she waited for me outside somewhere and came up as soon as I called her. I apologised again for ruining their date. But they said they can have another date any time and want to be there for me when I was having a soap opera moment according to Charlie. Was I having a soap opera moment? I didn't know. It was my breaking point but now I feel hopeful towards the future. I knew everything is going to be alright once I tell him everything. But not right away because our relationship was newly budding and I didn't want to destroy it already. When I reached home I found Fathima on an organising spree. I was taken a aback. When she saw me she shook her head at me."What is it?", I asked her, at least give me some sympathy I have just been informed that I couldn't have babies. But I could hardly tell her that. According to her I waste my time drinking with Charlie and working instead of staying in and p
Does my husband ever listen to any reason? I had in length explained that I would never ever want a birthday party. Last thing I wanted to do was celebrate the day my mom died. But he apparently didn't give two shits about my feelings which is not a surprise considering how much he hates emotions and conversation. He had decided to celebrate my birthday mainly because I had never celebrated mine. No amount of my protests is going to derail him from his path."You know I'm not going to host it. I maybe forced to show up because it is happening in our house but that is it", I said giving him ultimatum."No offense but I was thinking of making Fathima in charge of birthday party", he said with a chuckle.Yes. My husband always make practical decision though it is common in rich circle for wives to organise parties here Fathima beat me to it. It only makes me more relieved because last thing I want to do is worrying about hosting birthday which I'm not at all interested in. I'm sure it is
I'm outright nervous as well as perplexed about what is going to happen on my birthday. I mean we just left after a lengthy drama from my house. Unlike the last time I was not sobbing uncontrollably on my way out. I was rather numb to an extend I'm exhilarated that my father stood up for me for the first time in my life. This rarely happened to me. My father was hell bent on ignoring our family problems much less even try to fix it. But today he had taken a stand I knew the main reason for that must be because I was now wife of a billionaire who also happens to be the one who owns everything he has. But I would like to believe that he did it because somewhere on the corner of his mind I have a place. I knew the place is very small but it is there I imagine.When I reached home it was late. But to my surprise Fathima was very busy trying the decorations. She called me to get my opinion but I knew what she wants was validation not advice so I gave it to her. She beamed at me. I was de
Turns out she was a single mother and the father of the girl is extremely negligent always chasing after new woman every day. She doesn't know what to do? She works hard and is forced to send the child to his father once in every week. Her father is seemingly rich though hence she wants to avoid getting into legal truffle with him. It was really sad to hear and I'm sure my Stone hearted husband is too melting. Because he offered legal help for her. Her eyes overflowed with tears of gratitude. After a while she rose to leave."I would like to thank you once again for helping my little one", she said."You don't have to mention it again", I said to her. "You would someday make an amazing mother. Take care of yourself. Sorry that helping my kid caused you this much trouble ", she said with a smile. I froze at first then tears welled in my eyes. I would never become a mother. Only now the realisation had dawned me. I couldn't even cry heartily because my husband is going to know it. "
I had convinced my husband to unwrap my head and hide the hideous scar with new bangs that fanned my forehead. He didn't approve worried about it getting infected. Excuse me who cares about infection when we are supposed to be in a party. I didn't want to look like a gangster with soiled bandages because I have neither vigour nor vitality to pull that persona off. I would look like a side charector who dies first in a horror movie after being heavily injured. I hated the fact that I'm being a center of attention when I'm at my worst."Your parents are going to be there?", I asked nervously."You have to wait and see", he said with a twinkle in his eyes. It just worried me. He always had a tendency to go overboard while organising things I blame all the money he had at his disposal.Once I was down. I watched Fathima had doned her prettiest head scarf. It put a smile over my face. I saw Charlie on the corner doing her bidding. She rarely being told what to do."Charlie", I called her.