Linda's POV
Mitch stared at me with a look of sympathy. “I’m so sorry,” he said in a soft tone.And I knew exactly what he was apologizing for. I think everyone in the plane knew that.Because of my finding out that my husband had been cheating on me.“It’s alright, it is what it is,” I replied, shrugging as if it didn’t feel like my heart was being torn into a thousand million pieces.“It’s okay to feel, you know? When we were together, you used to always suppress your emotions, pretending that you were superhuman, and that’s not healthy for you.” He flashed me a warm smile.I furrowed my eyebrows and scoffed lightly. I did not expect him to say that to me though.He was not someone who usually said deep things.“It’s not suppressing emotions that I do, I just don’t like dealing with very heavy emotions at certain times. I'd rather keep them for later.” I shrugged as if I just talked about something very common.Mitch was about to say something but then the flight attendant that had helped me brought us our food and drinks.“He’s asking to see you, do you want that?” She asked me as she handed me the cola that I chose.“Who?” I asked, confused for just a second, but then it clicked in my mind. She was talking about Chris.As if she saw the look of realization on my face, she nodded. “Should I allow him?”I glanced at Mitch, silently asking him for advice but it seemed like he did not want to be caught up in my drama so he just stared right back.But…what did I want? What did I really want? Did I want to see him?My mind immediately played a made-up scene of Chris and Meghan in bed together, kissing and tearing up each other’s clothes, causing my heart to drop.More tears pricked my eyes and I sniffled as I tried to collect myself. “No. He should stay away from me.”The attendant nodded and flashed me a small sad smile before leaving.The rest of the flight was like torture. Knowing I was in the same space as my husband who had cheated on me tore me.And having to sit next to my ex who was currently engaged to my brother woke up some weird feelings too.It was hell for me and I just wanted the flight to be over.Luckily, the plane started to descend after a couple of hours.Everyone was in their seats with their seatbelts fastened. A baby was crying loudly but the sound of the plane engines drowned it a bit.When we landed, the aircraft shook as it made contact with the road. Soon, we came to a stop and the sound of the seatbelts being taken off rang.Everyone was up on their feet, trying to grab their luggage so they could leave.“Um…Linda, he’s coming,” Mitch said to me, and I looked in the direction he was looking.I saw Chris walking in my way. My heart skipped a beat and I hurriedly tried to grab my suitcase from up.“Do you want me to help?” Mitch asked, hope-filled in his eyes.“Yes, please. I really don’t want him close to me right now,” I replied, breathing out a sigh.“Linda, stop this. We need to talk,” Chris was almost close to me, but my ex stepped in the way.“No, no, no,” Mitch said as he stepped between the guy and me. “Look here, buddy, she does not want to talk. At least not right now.”“This is none of your business,” Chris replied without missing a beat. “Now get out of my way so I can talk with my wife, you queer,” he spat the words out.Mitch was triggered immediately, and instead of processing what Chris had said, he swung his fist straight into the jaw of the guy.Chris doubled back and almost fell.My jaw dropped and I tried to get Mitch to stop. “It’s alright, please, it’s alright,”I begged him as I pulled him back.Chris released a series of homosexual slurs as he tried to attack my ex but a few people held him back.I just knew that the people on this flight were either very entertained by our shenanigans or they were very bothered and sick of us.“Break it up!” A security guard spoke authoritatively. “I said break it up!” He raised his voice when he saw that Chris still wanted to attack Mitch.I felt embarrassed, to be honest. I really did not like it when I was the center of attention.And since I boarded this plane and found out about my husband cheating on me, I had not been acting like my usual self.I had been way too emotional and impulsive.“I’m so sorry, officer,” I apologized to the man.“It’s okay, ma’am. But I would have to ask all of you to step out of the aircraft right now.”I nodded. It was understandable. Mitch and I walked next to each other as we passed not too far from Chris.He was glaring at my ex, and if eyes could kill, Mitch would have dropped dead right on the spot.“Don’t worry, with that punch, he would for sure stay the hell away from us,” he said to me, and I nodded.I was actually scared for him. He had no idea what Chris was like. The guy was not the kind of person that would forgive so easily.He was the kind of guy that did an eye for an eye. And I knew for sure that he was not going to let Mitch punch him in front of everyone's slide.“I think that’s our gate.” I pointed to gate number six. “I’m sorry, I mean, my gate. I’m going to Iowa, I don’t know where you’re going.”“Oh, what a coincidence, I’m heading down there too.” He chuckled, walking by my side as I headed for the gate.“Really?”“Yeah, I’m supposed to be there for a conference and will be staying in the Grand Hotel until it’s over.”My interest piqued, that was the same hotel that I was supposed to work at as a maid.Linda's POVOn the next flight that was supposed to take us to Iowa, I was quiet. I was doing a lot of thinking and I think Mitch had a clue about that because he did not make me talk.Nor did he make me feel bad for not doing so.I did not even eat any of the food that was served on the flight, I only drank some tea.When we arrived, Mitch and I got off the plane and we walked in a comfortable silence after a few airport procedures. Then I broke the silence by asking, “How is Ben?” Mitch’s eyes lit up at the sound of my brother’s name. But I could tell that he was being a bit careful about how he would respond.“He’s fine. We got a new car and if I’m being honest, he hates that I'm here for this week,” he explained.“He’s been going on about getting this weird feeling since I told him about coming here for the conference,” he added.I chuckled lightly. I knew my brother and remembered very well that when we were younger, how he would always get these feelings sometimes.He would t
Linda's POV“A maid?” He exclaimed. We were now in the elevator, heading up.I wanted to take him to his room so he could drop his things off, but mainly, I also wanted to know where he would be staying so if anything bad happened, I would know where to get him.I know, I know, I was being over dramatic. But you don’t know, my brother’s premonitions almost always happened.And as much as my heart still bled when I thought about what Mitch and Ben did to me, it did not mean that I did not still care for them.I certainly did and was not going to allow anything bad to happen to either of them.“Yes, Mitch, you heard me. I came here to work as a maid.”“Linda, are you joking? Because you must be.” He stepped out of the elevator when it had come to a stop, the automated doors opening.“And look…” he stopped in his tracks after I had stepped out of the elevator. “I don’t have anything against maids. I personally think it’s a great job and they are doing wonderful by helping to keep places
Linda's POVI had my suitcase in his room and I wanted to get it but there was no way that I was going to do that. I was going to make sure to wait until he goes out before going in there to get it, with the pretense of cleaning.I headed to the elevator, livid about what had just happened. I wanted to rip Mitch’s throat out and wanted to break his engagement with my brother but I decided that I was just being impulsive. Even though I hated what he had just done, I was not willing to take my anger far.“Hi,” Someone said when I entered the elevator. The person was a girl my age and she looked Asian. I flashed her a warm smile despite how I felt. I was so proud and impressed by myself.Because honestly, I felt like breaking down almost every second, since I found out about Chris and Meghan.I was trying my best to push it all out of my head and pretend that it was all just a dream but man, my heart freaking hurt!“Um…I’m sorry to trouble you, but are you Linda Wells?” I was taken a
Linda's POVDid this woman just ask me for money? The manager of all the workers of one of the biggest hotels in the country just asked me for money?“You know…as an incentive,” Nora said before giving me a wink. “It’s only fair since I would be putting my job and reputation on the line for you,” She added when she noticed I had not responded yet. Money was not the issue, I had a lot of that in my account. But my problem here was using it. I had a fair share of cash in my name but most of it was from Chris, a lot in his name. He had told me to use any of it if I wanted to but still…after what had happened with him cheating on me, I did not want anything to do with him. “Um…”“Is the money going to be a problem? Because dear, I can assure you that I have done my research and forty grand is nothing compared to what you and your billionaire husband have.” Oh, boy, she did not have a clue. She had no idea that my billionaire husband had cheated on me with a girl that looked…that look
Linda's POVLooking into the forest green eyes of the guy, I found myself a bit flustered, and I could not tell why. Or maybe I could, maybe it was due to the obvious fact that the guy was very attractive. I really don’t get how anyone could reject him. He had it all; the money, the style, the fame, the influence. He was a whole package. “Hello there,” He spoke to me in a smooth voice. It was like listening to soft jazz on a wonderful evening while the gentle breeze blew. I don’t know what I expected him to sound like but I think one thing that I expected was a french accent. But there was none whatsoever. He spoke just like an american. From the way he was speaking, no one could tell he was even French unless they knew him to be. “Hi,” I replied to him, trying my best to be polite. But someone had to tell him, someone had to tell this guy to stop looking at me the way he was. It was really doing something to me. His gaze was so deep and purposeful that I had to look away almos
Linda's POVI knocked on the door lightly for a few more seconds before I finally reached in my uniform for the master key for the rooms I had been assigned to. It was not an actual key but a keycard though, but was somehow called a master key when it was given to me. I placed the object on the scanner and it made a small beep before signaling that the door was unlocked.I then opened the door and stepped into the room. A weird smell was the first thing that greeted me. I scrunched up my nose as I rolled the mop bucket deeper into the place. The smell only got stronger the more I continued walking. My eyes then landed on the bed. Something was under the sheets and it resembled a human. “Hello?” I rang out, trying to wake the person if they were sleeping. This was Mitch’s room so if anyone was actually under there then it must have been him. But I wanted to be professional so I said again, “Sir?” Still, there was no response. I had a bad feeling filling the pits of my belly as I
Linda's POVThis was a setup. It had to be. There I was, sitting in the holding room of the police station, handcuffed to the desk. My eyes were drained from all the crying I had done, and my heart was heavier than a truck full of bricks. No one was in the room with me and I did not know what was going to happen next. I had cried for a lawyer but no one was taking me seriously. My throat was parched and my stomach needed food. I felt so tired; emotionally, mentally, and physically. I still could not believe that Mitch was dead, it shook me to the bones. Every time my mind pushed the image of him lying lifeless on the bed, a shudder would run through me and my heart would skip a beat. I had begged the officers not to disclose any information out to the public and they had assured me that they were not going to do so. I also pleaded with them that I should be the one to tell the news to my brother and Mitch’s family. As for that, they did not give me any promises, but they said t
Chris's POVWe were at the back of a very expensive rental car that I had ordered even before talking to Linda. I was sitting at the right side of the car, by the door, while she sat on the left side, not even giving me a pinch of her attention. I did not mind, or maybe I did. But heck, I did not have any real choice here but to be happy that she had even agreed to the conditions that I had told her about when she was still in the holding cell. She was so adamant about not wanting to be in the same house as me, but after explaining over and over that this was the only way she would be able to get out, she gave in. I wanted to tell her the truth about Meghan, I really did, but I decided to wait until she had calmed down a bit. I hurt her, I really did. I knew that. That was why I was willing to be fully honest and try to gain her trust back, while mending her heart. The car finally came to a stop in the compound of a lovely space, parked right in front of a very luxurious castle-l