Morning came like a sledgehammer to the face. I didn't feel good. Why didn't I feel good?
The empty spot next to me felt radioactive. Like a black hole that pushed me away instead of drawing me in.I felt something in my hand and squeezed; cool, plastic. What was it? – pregnancy test. Last night's events played out in my head like a movie on fast forward.I was out of line, so blinded by my goal, I didn't stop to think how it would affect him.A crashing sound made my head snap towards my dresser at the foot of my bed. Celia stood staring at me like a deer in headlights.“I was just borrowing your makeup,” she said, squaring her shoulders with a determined look on her face. “It's not good anyway so I didn't bother using it.”My purse was on its side. I always set my purse upright. A niggling feeling took shape in my mind but was quickly swallowed up by the more pressing issue at hand.My feet hit the ground before the thought formed fully in my mind. I needed to make him a hearty breakfast to apologize for overstepping.I found him lying on the couch, head craned at an awkward angle. His neck would definitely not thank him for that. I went up to get him a couple tablets of ibuprofen and a glass of water, setting it on the coffee table for when he woke up.The kitchen smelled wonderful by the time I was done. I went into the living room but Oscar was nowhere to be seen. The pain reliever and water remained untouched and my heart sank.As I dished the heaping piles of eggs, bacon and waffles onto the table next to a pitcher of orange juice and a kettle of coffee, I hoped the meal I'd prepared was enough to right my wrong.I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and waited for him. My heart was beating so fast as he rounded the stairs into the kitchen.“I made you breakfas–” The sight of Celia's smug face made me want to rip my hair out.“Well, you had better. You were very rude last night and I could report you to my son but you're lucky I'm a nice person.”She sauntered over to the table and inspected the food.“I prefer pancakes –” she said, poking at the stack of waffles as if she expected something to crawl out from under it. “–but I guess this will do. Maybe you're not as useless as I thought.”I rolled my eyes as the old witch walked out. The next footsteps I heard were my husband's. My heart did somersaults in my chest; if Celia's reaction was anything to go by, we would be chatting and smiling at breakfast like we used to when we first got married.The thudding of his brogues against the hardwood made me stick my chest out. He walked into the kitchen, tall and handsome, took one look at the spread and said “I'm not hungry. I'll get something at work.”My body went rigid. What the hell was happening to my marriage? When did my husband turn his back on me?We used to be thick as thieves. He would tell off his mother whenever she did something I didn't like. He would wake up early to cook with me. He used to call me the most beautiful woman in the world and take me on spontaneous dates. When had all that changed?I ran to the living room as I heard the front door lock click open.“I'm pregnant,” I yelled, heart pounding and a cold sweat on my forehead.He froze with his hand on the doorknob. His briefcase dropped from his hand and he slowly turned to face me.“What did you say?”Hope surged in me. Finally, I had his attention. “I'm pregnant. Five weeks,” I said smiling. I went to get the pregnancy test and rushed back to hand it to him.I couldn't judge the expression on his face but at least he wasn't–He clutched it and stared so hard, I thought it might melt under his gaze. “This can't be happening to me. No, no, not now.”Could I really be surprised?I hung my head in shame and watched my tears drop to the floor. Why was this happening? I'd done nothing but love this man with my whole heart. Why?“How did this happen,” he roared, his booming voice sending shivers up my spine.I couldn't answer. I was lost in my own woeful thoughts.“Answer me.” He slammed his fist against the drywall and I jumped.“I… I don't know.” I knew. Five weeks ago, he'd come home drunk – he'd been doing that a lot. He crawled into bed with me and made me feel like a woman – his woman – again.The stench of alcohol made me hold my breath almost the whole time but it was amazing nonetheless.“Fuck. I can't… You have to–”“Don't say it,” I begged through a flood of tears.He stared at me and I thought his resolve might cave. “I can't do this right now, we'll talk when I get back.” He stormed out and slammed the door so hard, the windows rattled.My knees couldn't carry me anymore and I slumped onto the cold floor, sobbing my heart out. Whether minutes or hours had passed, I didn't know.All I knew was pain and sorrow. My heart felt like it was being sliced open and I couldn't do anything about it.I felt arms lift me up off the floor.“Come on,” Celia said as she led me to the kitchen. “Drink this.”I was so numb, I took the cup she handed me without any fuss. Little bits of leaves swirled around the dark liquid.“It's tea. It'll calm your nerves.”I lifted the cup to my lips and downed the bitter tea, hoping it would do as she'd said. A second later, a wave of nausea hit me and I nearly passed out. Celia smiled – more like smirked and walked out of the kitchen.The sound of the front door opening made me look at the clock. My eyes grew wide. It was past six.Oscar came strolling into the kitchen and sat opposite me. It seemed only a few minutes since our blowout in the morning.The silence felt like a weight around my neck. I could hear my heart pounding. I could only hope he'd calmed down enough to see the blessing our baby was“I’m sorry. I'm sorry about how I acted this morning. It was uncalled for.” He took a deep breath but would meet my gaze.“And?” I asked, feeling my heart racing.“And I shouldn't have yelled at you. But…”“But?” My vision started to go blurry. “I know you'll be a great father.”“But I… I'm not ready to be a father. You have to understand that.”“You're not…” I lost my breath and staggered to my feet. “What do you mean you're not…” everything went black.Black faded into faint colours as consciousness started to slip in. I heard voices that I couldn't make out saying things I didn't understand.“...there was nothing we could do.”My eyes snapped open and I nearly got blinded by the light. Nothing who could do about what?I stirred and tried to say something but the words came out as a jumbled mess.A man in a white coat and glasses walked over to my side staring at me as if I was a science project he was inspecting.“How are you feeling?”“Nothing you could do about what?” I asked, my voice barely louder than a mouse's.His face turned grim but he remained silent.I started to panic, glancing around the room and realising I was in the hospital. Oscar was at the foot of the bed staring blankly at me.“Nothing you could do about what?” I asked the doctor again.He looked at Oscar who said nothing before addressing me. “I'm sorry but your–”A giddy tune broke the calmness in the room. But our heads snapped to Oscar as he fished out his phone.“I need to take this,” he said as he stepped out of the room.“I'm sorry, miss. We tried all we could but we couldn't save your baby.”“What?” I must have misheard him. There's no way he just told me I lost my baby.“I'm very sorry,” he said as he inched towards the door.“How?” I managed to say through my trembling voice.“There were some complications. You must have ingested something you shouldn't have this early into your conception and it reacted negatively with your body.”I could hear the sound of my heart shattering. What was my life? Why couldn't one thing go right for me?What wrong did I do in my past life to deserve such a fate? I felt so small, so useless. A wife who couldn't carry a baby to term. What a failure. What a joke.Nothing mattered anymore. What was the point? My husband now had a reason to hate me. The one thing that would make my mother-in-law tolerate me, I couldn't provide. What was the point?Oscar came back and said we should head home. I mindlessly got off the bed and put on my clothes. I couldn't hear, didn't spe
I took off running. My heart was pounding and my lungs felt like they were about to explode but I pushed on, forcing my feet to keep moving. “Wait,” he yelled. The hell I would. But he was close. Not bothering to stop, I glanced back to see how much space was between us but didn't have enough time to stop or change direction when I looked forward. I slammed hard into a tree, knocking the wind right out of me and crumpling to the floor in an unceremonious heap. Stars danced around the edges of my vision and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the man approach. It was sad that my life would end this way. I guess that's what I got for not being an obedient child. As my consciousness eroded, he hefted me off the ground and started to carry me off somewhere. At least I wouldn't be awake for what came next. I only hoped he would have the decency to not let me wake up. **** I woke up in a cold sweat after a long, fretful sleep. My side ached but that didn't matter once I realised
"You should have taken the Rover."I brought my Prius to a halt in the parking lot of Renard Dynasty. I rolled my eyes at my father who had insisted on being there for my first day at work for whatever reason."Dad, what kind of intern would show up to work in a Range Rover? I'm doing this so I don't get any attention on me."He sighed. I knew it was because I finally left that bastard Oscar and followed the path he set out for me. Even though he'd never given me the impression, sometimes I feel he would have preferred if I was a boy. Oh well, he has me and he's stuck with me."Dad, you know I'm a grown woman right?" I asked. Even though I didn't mind his presence, it felt a bit odd. Like a little girl being dropped off for her first day of school. "How can I miss my baby girl go in on first day at work?" He asked, ruffling my hair."You'll ruin my hair," I cried but didn't move away from his hand.He laughed at the miffed look on my face. It seemed like only yesterday but it had be
Jesse sauntered in, looking just as dejected as he had when I'd bumped into him. I wondered what he'd look like with a smile, or a smirk. A felt a thrill run through me at the thought but quickly suppressed it. I'd decided I didn't like him so there was no use fantasising about his dreamy eyes."This here is Jesse," Mr. Mosley said. "Jesse was a bright young man with a promising future at Renard. He should be in a corner office but now he carries boxes and mops empty offices because that's all he's good for. Do you know why? Because I say so. Make no mistake, I hold your fate in the palm of my hands. Isn't that right, Jesse?" He finished, giving him a condescending pat on the back. "Get back to work, those supplies won't replenish themselves."As Jesse walked out, he seemed to take all the heat with him. The room suddenly felt a couple degrees too low and a shiver ran up my spine. Not even a breath could be heard. If Mr. Mosely wanted to send a message, it was fully received. Even Deb
My mind was awhirl with thoughts. Staring at my reflection in the glassy walls of the elevator, I thought about Jesse's warning. I wasn't supposed to be here. I didn't want this role but I guess I would have to make the best of a bad situation. Besides, I wanted more access and this was my opportunity.At least I was new on this floor so I could actually make friends.It wasn't too hard to find his door. I knocked and opened it to find him in the middle of a phone call with his chair turned around to look out the window."Really? Why don't you come show me then. When I get my hands on you, I promise you won't be able to walk straight after. I will ravish that wet, tight –"I cleared my throat, having heard more than I cared to know about his private life. Something told me that him letting me hear his conversation was intentional. I mean, he knew I was coming right? Off to a stellar start already."Ah, miss Reynolds, have a seat," he said, smiling warmly as if he hadn't just committe
It's been a week since I’d become Mr. Mosley secretary and to my utter shock, I hadn't dreaded it. For one, I was away from Debbie – for the most part – and her clique; less office drama meant less stress. Although Petra, who I found out was in love with Mr. Mosley after all, would occasionally stir some drama but things were calm otherwise.And Mr. Mosely himself had been nothing but professional with me. It got to the point where I thought I had made up all the despicable things I knew about him but then Debbie would come for one of her sporadic visits and I would remember I wasn't imagining things.Still, I couldn't really find any fault in his interactions with me. Like today, he'd given me a half day because he had a client meeting that would keep him out for the rest of the day. I can't believe how excited I got over a half day when I literally owned the company. Up ahead, I sighted a familiar figure. I didn't know I'd memorised his walk. The way he'd sway his shoulders and th
Jesse had been ignoring me for a week and I in turn acted like he didn't exist. I'd ride the elevator with him without so much as a word exchanged. I left my car at home and waited until he was about to leave and he just drove off with me standing there in the cold. I even showed up to his lunch spot and loudly told the server that I'd recommend the place to my coworkers and he didn't flinch.It was getting on my damn nerves. All I'd ever done was be nice to him. I extended an olive branch and he would spit in my face?The asshole. So when the company retreat was announced, I knew it was my chance to make him stop ignoring me.I picked out your outfit the night before; high-waisted jeans that clung to me like a second skin and a long sleeve tube top that showed off my shoulders. I'd been hitting the gym for a couple months and I was finally feeling like my old self – before my disastrous marriage.I slept like a baby knowing he would not be able to resist getting an eyeful.
I frowned at him. "What about these ones?""Spoken for," he answered curtly."That's ridiculous, you can't reserve a burger." He was really pissing me off. "Besides, it's for the boss, Mr. Mosely. I think he takes precedence."It was subtle but I saw him stiffen, just for a second. That's what he got for being so difficult. I felt kinda bad though. I knew he had some sort of disagreement with Mosley and I saw how he got treated at work. Wasn't I going too far rubbing things in his face like this? "Well tell Mosely there are no more burgers," he said through gritted teeth. Why was he getting mad? He was the one acting like an asshole to me. We were locked in a stalemate, glowering at each other."Umm, guys, there's still some raw patties in the fridge. I'll go get them," the receptionist said."Your burger will be ready in thirty minutes. Come back then," he said.Did he think he could tell me what to do? Well he had anything coming if he thought so.I smirked and relaxed my body, t