Linda’s POVWhen the doctor left, the thought of a bullet inside of me still scared me, it was something that made me feel weird. She had told me that I could do other things but I should not do aggressive movements or very abrupt ones, especially because the bullet was not very far from where the baby was. I was left in the room with Chris, he had a look on his face as if he was thinking deeply. I watched him stare at the TV that was not even on. His eyes had swirls of worry and anxiety. “Chris?” I called him out of his trance and he turned to me, flashing me a smile that looked forced. “Are you okay?” He nodded passionately. “Mm-hmm, I am. Why would I not be?” He chuckled nervously. “Okay,” I dragged the word a bit. “So, you said that you had something to talk about, right?”He forced another smile, his face getting pale. “Yeah, yeah, sure.” He reached for my hand and held it gently. “But let’s talk about the fact that you’re literally pregnant.” He smiled, revealing his teeth.
Linda’s POVThe tension in the room was suffocating, thick with betrayal and hurt. I could not bring myself to look at Chris, the man I had trusted with my heart, my life, and now, our unborn child. “Linda, please, just hear me out,” Chris pleased, his voice desperate and filled with regret. He reached out to touch my hand, but I recoiled, pulling away from him as if his touch burned. Oh my gosh, tell me that was a dream. Tell me that I was asleep. Tell me that none of this was f*cking happening! Not now. Not when I had just finally gotten free.“There is nothing to say,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anger and pain. “You cheated on me, Chris. You betrayed everything we had.” “I know, and I’m so sorry. I swear, I am,” He continued, his voice cracking as tears escaped his eyes and down his cheeks. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, but please, let me…let me make it right. Or just let me try. Let me try to earn back your trust.” His words felt like a slap in the face, a cruel
Linda’s POVBut deep down, I knew that wasn’t the case. The pain was too raw, too real to be anything other than the devastating truth. As I lay there in the hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile scent of antiseptic and the incessant beeping of medical equipment, I could not help but feel utterly lost and alone. The tears continued to flow unchecked, a relentless stream of anguish and heartache that seemed to have no end. Each sob wracked my body and as badly as I wanted to know more about the scandal that surrounded my husband, I did not think that I was strong enough. I was still alone in the room, that is until the doctor walked in with a hopeful look. “Hi again.” She smiled at me with comfort. It kind of helped, I believed. Or maybe not and I was just trying to grasp onto anything that might make me forget the emotional pain that I had. I forced a smile and sniffled as I wiped away the tears from my face. “Did you get to my mom? Or my Dad?” She nodded. “Yes, I did. I explai
Linda’s POVLeaving China felt like a bittersweet escape. On one hand, I longed for the familiarity of home, the comforting embrace of friends and family who would support me through this ordeal. On the other hand, I dreaded leaving, because it’d feel like I was leaving my life behind; all those memories, both good and bad. As the miles passed by, I found myself clutching onto the sweater on my lap, it was a gift from Chris a few days after our wedding. It brought some warm and ugly feelings but I was not willing to trash it. Did I miss my husband? Yes. Did I want him back? Yes. Did I miss his smile, his cologne, his silliness? Yes, yes, and yes! But I just could not explain it, my heart was not ready. I had taken the time in the hospital to also watch the full Talk Show about the scandal. I had also watched almost all the YouTube videos out there that had mentioned Chris Kingston and Meghan. Apparently, she was in Cyprus, with her boyfriend and was doing everything possible to k
Linda’s POVChris nodded, relief evident in his eyes as he stepped aside to let me pass. We moved to the living room, a space that once held so much laughter and love but now felt heavy with the weight of our broken relationship. Sitting down on opposite ends of the couch, there was clear tension between us and not the fun kind. He fidgeted nervously, his hands clasped tightly together as he searched for the right words. “I don’t even know where to start,” He began, his voice raspy and breathy. “But I do know that I’m sorry for what I did to you. Um, that was messed up, and keeping it from you was even more messed up.” I remained silent, waiting for him to continue, my heart pounding in my chest as I braced myself for whatever he had to say. I was already feeling my throat constricting and a knot forming there but I tried to play it off as best as I could. “I never meant to hurt you, I swear. I was weak and stupid, and I made a terrible mistake; one that you have every right not t
Linda’s POVAs Chris carried me towards the bedroom, my mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of me was screaming to stop, to gain control of the situation before things went too far. But another part of me–the part that still loved him, craved for every part of him, it craved his touch. It was urging me to give in to the passion that burned between us.The bedroom door closed behind us with a soft click, shutting out the world and leaving us alone in our own private sanctuary. Chris laid me down gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he hovered above me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair as I pulled him closer, craving the connection that only he could provide. Our lips met in a feverish kiss, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between us since the moment we first laid eyes on each other. His hands roamed over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake as he explored every inch of me. I arched into his
Linda’s POVAs the car approached the airport, I wiped away my tears and took a deep breath, steeling myself for the journey ahead. My mom held my hand tightly, offering silent comfort as we navigated through the bustling terminal. My Dad was leading the way, he always tried to make sure that we were as relaxed as possible when we were traveling. He would often try to do everything so we would not have to do them. Checking in my luggage felt like a blur, my mind still reeling from the emotional whirlwind of the past few hours. Boarding the plane was not too smooth but my parents and I made our way to first class soon, settling in. As we soared through the clouds, I found myself lost in thought, reflecting on the events that had led me to this moment. The love, the betrayal, the heartache—it all seemed like a distant memory, yet it still lingered in the recesses of my mind, refusing to be forgotten. But amidst the pain and uncertainty, there was also a glimmer of hope—a hope that m
Linda’s POVAs Ben led me away from our parents, I could not help but feel a sense of apprehension mingled with curiosity. What did he want to talk to me about? Was he still involved with Fallon, or had he managed to break free from her influence?As we entered a quieter part of the house, Ben turned to me, his expression serious. “Linda, I need you to know that you have nothing to worry about. The moment Fallon let you go after you had helped her put the Kingstons behind bars, she had me sign a contract that I was free.” I scoffed, but it was more like one of relief. “Really?” I smiled. He nodded. “Yes, it is.” He laughed lightly. “I am no longer her puppet to be controlled. But I don’t think I would ever get over the fact that I am responsible for some dark things.” His smile faltered. His words reminded me that I too had some skeletons in my closet, skeletons that would have never been there if I had never met Fallon. But well, there was no changing of the past. What had happene