Chris’s POVThe glass door to my office opened and I looked up, seeing my new investors walking in. Meghna was dressed in a flashy dress and her boyfriend was surprisingly wearing something that was not horrible. I remained behind my desk as I watched them walk deeper into the office, sitting across from me in the chairs arranged for guests. Meghan flashed a bright smile, but there was somehting about it that felt insincere, calculated. Her boyfriend, on the other hand, maintained a more neutral expression, his demeanor giving away little about his thoughts or intentions. “Good morning, Chris,” Meghan greeted, her voice tinged with an air of confidence. “It’s lovely to see you again.” I wish I could say the same but I would be lying if I did. I nodded politely in response. “Good morning, Meghan, and to you too,” I acknowledged, inclining my head towards her boyfriend.They both returned the greeting before she wasted no time diving into why she was there. “Chris, Jacob, and I have
Chris’s POV“I will think about it,” I said in finality as I stood to my feet, walking from behind my desk and heading to the closed glass door, opening it up and holding it open. “But for now, I have a lot of work to do, this meeting is over.” Meghan and her boyfriend glanced at each other before they stood to their feet and walked out of my office. I can not tell you how relaxed I got when they were out, I had been tensed the whole time. I walked back to my seat and sat down. What was I going to do? Linda and I had agreed not to keep any secrets, no matter how dark it may be. And I did not want to go against our agreement, so of course, I would have to tell her. I ran my hand through my hair in frustration, the stress weighing heavily on me. I had a lot on my plate and all I wanted to do was get all the things I had to do for the day, that way, I’d maybe be able to relax. You see, the thing about me was that once I had things to do, and did not do them; if I tried to relax, that
Chris’s POVI was sitting on the bed in the room and had not changed out of my work clothes yet. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry. Was this the right time to tell Linda about what Meghan had suggested?The room was quiet, the only sound echoing was the ticking of the clock on the wall. It was as if it was daring me, daring me to do the right thing; it was as if it was on the edge of its seat, ready to call me a coward if I chickened out. With Fallon downstairs, I think it was the safest time to do this. You see, because if I told Linda the truth and things went south, I would have someone there with me who would try to help. So, you know what? This was the perfect time…or not. There was no perfect time and I just had to take this situation by its horns. I stood up from the bed and changed into something more casual. Then I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. I ran my hand through my hair and made it a bit messy. I did not have plans of going out again
Linda’s POVI was trying my best to process Chris’s words but they just seemed surreal. Was he being serious? No, I did not think so. Maybe this was just a prank to see if I had healed; but that was the thing, I was not healed, not yet. “Linda, it’s fine, she does not have to stay here,” He said as he kept his eyes on me. I tried all that I could to avoid looking into his eyes, I knew that if I was going to do that, the tears that I was fighting so much to hold would just escape. “Nonsense,” I chuckled the word out, but it was forced even though I tried my best to make it sound as natural as possible. Fallon looked up from her book, her eyes filled with empathy. I could tell that she did not want to involve herself, and that was why she kept burying her head deeply in her book. But she was, whether she liked it or not. I wanted to hear what she had to say, I wanted to know how she felt about it all. She scoffed faintly and locked eyes with me. “Are you sure this is what you want?
Linda’s POVWhen I was done washing the dishes, I dried my hands and left the kitchen. I knew that I had to go to Chris so we could watch the movie I had recommended, but I could not do it with my face looking like this.I headed to the bathroom that was downstairs and locked the door. Opening the faucet, I splashed some cold water on my face.The feeling was refreshing, I really did need it. After that, I closed the faucet and grabbed a paper towel, drying my face before staring at myself in the mirror.I felt like I looked better but one could still tell that I had been crying though. Brushing it off, I stepped out of the bathroom and headed for the living room.I met Chris on the couch, there was a movie on the huge TV on the wall, but it was paused. “Hey, you okay?” He asked in a gentle and comforting voice. “I’m fine. Can we please get this over with before watching the movie?” I asked him, sitting not too far from him on the couch.“Um…sure,” He replied. “You’re talking about c
Linda’s POVIt was the next day and I had just come from my morning walk. Chris did not go with me and had stayed home, making preparations for the moving in of his second baby mama.I had woken up in a good mood but as soon as it registered in my mind that Meghan was going to be under the same roof as I, my mood switched.And honestly, I had not planned to walk for the next few days but I needed to clear my head. Did it work? Did the walk work?Well, it pushed me in the direction of a cleared head but I needed way more than that.I walked into the house, drinking the rest of the water that was in my water bottle. I could tell that the witch still had not arrived yet.Yeah, I called her a witch. I know she was carrying the child of my husband, but…in fact, that was the reason I was calling her that. Not particularly because of the child, but because she had slept with my husband.“Hey,” Chris said as he walked towards me, concern etched on his face. “You took longer than usual.” He p
Chris’s POVAfter setting up the room for Meghan, I looked at it, glancing around the space. It was done well and I was proud of the workers who had made it happen.It was not I who helped set the room up, why would I do that? Did I want Linda to kill me?All I did was supervise the whole thing. I needed everything in order before I left for London. I was glad that Meghan was not in the same wing of the house as Linda.It would make things easier, considering that the house was huge and they hated each other. Jacob said that he would be staying too, and to avoid problems, I agreed and informed Linda. She shrugged it off but did not seem as pissed as she seemed when she had learned about Meghan moving in.“Thank you, Chris. The room looks beautiful,” Meghan said as she startled me, coming from behind. I turned in her direction and walked deeper into the room so she, her boyfriend, and Linda could walk in.“Okay,” I replied to her in a dull tone as I tried to get closer to my wife. “
Chris’s POVThe ride to my parents’s mansion was not so smooth. There was a lot of traffic and the weather was awful.The sky was very gloomy and there was a drizzle that seemed never-ending.When we finally arrived, the driver honked the horn as we waited for the gate to be opened. Only a few seconds after the honk, the gate slid open automatically.The anxiety that I had had tripled and I tried to focus on my breathing. Did it work? Not really, but I kept trying anyway.The car came to a stop not far from the front porch of the luxurious mansion. The door was opened for me and I got down, glancing around.A fountain was in the middle of the compound, the sound of running water filling my ears. The flowers and bushes were well-trimmed and the house itself looked like it had gotten a fresh coat of paint.I didn’t need to worry about my luggage, I knew that one of the guards was going to take care of it.I expected my father to be waiting for me but he was not, I saw no sign of him. I