I slid the key in the ignition and held it for a moment. After a couple of deep breaths, I turned the key and pulled out of the garage and onto the road.
She wanted to know. I didn't wanna involve her in it. I wanted to cocoon her. She would anticipate it.
Victoria was a spoiled daughter of his father. She could leak the pictures. Her father, Johnny was a bastard. He could hire a shooter.
My phone pinged. Instantly, I glanced at the screen hoping it to be Aly. She was pregnant. Stress wasn't good in this condition. To make her feel like a normal day, I walked out of the house to attend my meetings. But I didn't wanna leave her side. But I couldn't allow her out of the house. She didn't disobey me. I couldn't trust her mood swings in pregnancy. She appeared stubborn to know everything. He didn't leave any clue behind him. I was hoping for something to find in the CCTV footage.
I waited for him last night. It was disappointing. This morning, when I opened my eyes. His arm was curled around me. I was expecting it to be a good day but he was pondering on the dining table. He didn't pay attention to anything. He showed himself busy. But I knew, he was mulling over the incident. The door busted open. He was looking in a hurry today. I returned to the room after having breakfast with my family. A look of relief washed over his face. We hadn't talked about anything yet. I didn't know. Why would someone try to kill me? He stayed quiet most of the time. 'Is this because I'm pregnant? Something is bothering him. He does not look upset but he isn't looking happy either.' "When are we going home?" I asked, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He was doing his cufflinks. His expressionless gaze looked at
I'd never felt so alone before. I lived alone with Jen whenever I came from the office. After joining the hostel, Becca stayed with me for a few months. Then she shifted into her apartment. I lived alone. But I was never so alone that I wanted to run away from everything. There was a huge difference between staying alone and being alone. Victoria was sitting on the passenger seat and he was in the driver seat. I didn't look at him. He had chosen his path. I was compelled to be here, tolerating it. He could do anything. His threat was a clear warning toward his contracted wife. I glanced out of the window. Tears were dried from my eyes but it left the unbearable pain in my chest. The silence was killing me but I was also relieved that no sarcastic comment came from Victoria. She was busy in her own beautiful world. She must be planning her second date with him. It hurt.
Sharp pain sliced through my shoulder as I kept moving on the mattress. I sat on with a groan and cradled it. That seemed like a nightmare. The room wasn't fully dark. I never had these feelings for anyone before. It was tormenting me more after waking up after a nightmare. I was petrified. Here he was, toying with his ex-girlfriend. We were living in the same home. It wasn't home anymore. "Do you need something?" I shivered hearing his soft but solid voice. I snapped my head. He was sitting on the couch, legs stretched straight over the glass table, his laptop in his lap. "Yes, Divorce. So I couldn't see you and your girlfriend any longer around me." I snapped. I wanted to say more. His calm demeanour changed as he rose to his full height and paced at me. He climbed over the bed. His expressions were calm but his eyes were so
I sat on the chair as my legs began to hurt. Now, I could see his face from behind if he would have been sitting on the chair. But he was out, attending meetings with my husband. I glanced at my wrist. I frowned, thinning my lips. There was no wristwatch around my wrist. I didn't use it after the wedding. I kept mulling over him. My mind couldn't figure out the reason for my husband' deed. Was it attached to the attack? What could be the reason? He wouldn't take such a major step if something wasn't at stake. It still looked difficult. Agat wasn't going to tell me anything. I should ask Victoria. I rolled my eyes as it was easy. Today, morning, it was the first and the last time we talked to each other. I needed to befriend her. Perhaps, I could persuade her to tell me the matter. It would be easy to grab information from her.
I was acting brave but my tears were spilling down my cheeks continuously. He didn't say a word to her, didn't stop to not use such language for me. Inhaling deeply, I stepped out of his house. 'I won't live here. I'll go away. If he can not respect me. It was his problem. I wasn't interested in his affair with her.' The air was chilled. I pulled the hood over my head and pulled the hem to my forehead. So I could cover my face more. The silence of the night is deafening as I slowly walk down the road that’s faintly lit by tall street lamps at the one side of the single road. The highway wasn't far from his mansion. I glanced back at the mansion. Then I looked down at me. I couldn't keep his/her father away. Suddenly, I was feeling bad. I couldn't do this to him. I had spent my life without my parents. It was so difficult.
A line formed between his brows but he didn't open his mouth to scold me nor he talked about it. How did I walk out of his house? Practically, he should rebuke me but nothing. That was really a matter to think about. What was going in his mind? He wouldn't hurt my brother, would he? I yawned again and blinked away the laziness. I moved to get out of the bed. He stood up immediately. I stilled. He sauntered toward the walking closet and returned with cream and grass-green gown, "Get ready. You can stay home if you want." He said. His voice was calm. Now I was sure, something was definitely wrong. "No, I wanna go," I said in a weak voice. He nodded his head and spun at the door. He closed it but I saw him looking at me before closing it. &n
There was a surprising look on my face when I woke up in the morning. I stared at Agat in shock. He was standing in front of me holding the tray of food. I glanced at the clock. He was getting late for his office. "You don't have to do this." I looked up at him with my sleepy eyes. "Actually, I'm waiting for you to wake up. Can we talk later? Let's eat first." He asked as he sat in front of me. "You'll be late for the office," I said. "I can manage my work from any corner of the world," He sat at the edge and placed it on the nightstand. He cupped my cheek and inclined closer. I could feel his warm and soft lips when he kissed me, "Eat," He smiled, pulling back. I couldn't resist the smile. He meant everything to me. We had our meal looking at each other. H
I sauntered out of the elevator. Branton and his companion were following me. My eyes were looking at only one person. She was sitting in front of the desktop with a little frown. "Becca," I said out loud. "Oh my god!" Her smile replaced the frown. She got on her feet and rushed at me. She hugged me tightly, "What are you doing here? I was going to come to see you at your home." She said as she pulled back her head. "I was missing you." I smiled. She held my hand and led me toward her desk. I sat down on the chair. She wasn't going to hear me. So no use arguing with her, "I'm so sorry. I I... My mother was hospitalized. I had to go. She got a kidney transplant." She said with sadness on her face. I did not know anything about her family. She mostly talked about her mothe