Seven Years Later
Today we celebrated five years of our marriage with our two children. Our daughter Josephine was seven years old while our son Joshua Hall was five years old.
It was still hard to believe for me that we came this way. Whenever I thought about the past or the way we met and the way today things turned out to be, it surprised me. I walked the path with him; however, I couldn’t comprehend that this was us now.
Nathan told a lie to save me from the crowd. “She is my fiancée” that night in the club seven years ago, which ended us tied in a relationship that was a lie. Our engagement was a pure lie from my side, at least at that time. I was eager to be with him for my own selfishness.
He wasn’t the person that I heard from my family’s mouth. He was my saving grace. Every time I fell, he was there holding me, and that was what made me thankful to him. With time I got to feel for him, and, oh
This is the end of Nathan and Lyra. I hope you guys enjoyed their journey towards love as much as I enjoyed writing. Thank you so much for all your love and support of this book, I will soon come with a new good plot and writing. I hope all of you are doing well in life and healthy. Once again, Thank you all so very much. Love you all.
5 hours before the engagement announcement“She is here.” Collen, my trusted right-handed man, informed me over the phone.“Is she okay?” I asked, finishing the vodka in one swift gulp.“It looks like. But I can’t assure you about the future.”“Keep an eye on her. I am on the way.”I took my keys, wallet from the coffee table of my living room and ran towards the basement parking of my apartment. Other times I would have taken my time to choose between my five cars when you had an impressive collection of vehicles from all over the world. You wanted to show that off.Men loved a few things in their life. A good bottle of alcohol, a massive amount on his bank account, cars, a woman to satisfy who would warm his bed at night (in my case, I needed a few. One was not enough for my enormous appetite), and respect or fear in other eyes.I was proud to confess I
It was late when I set my feet on the house, late than my usual time to arrive here. Tiptoe moved near the stairs towards my room on the second floor of the house.The light of the living room was still shining brightly. My siblings Viola, Owen, and dada were having some conversations. I couldn’t hear everything correctly, dada and Owen were soft-spoken people, but Viola was sore in nature. It’s child’s play for her to turn into livid in seconds, and, genuinely, I was scared of her most. The boss bitch businesswoman inside her was always ready to attack the surrounding people with facts.The estrangement that we two shared was seldom confidential. Everyone in this house was well-aware of the abhor that she carried for me. From a young age, I saw the loath in her eyes. The way she did not once forget to remind me of her genuine feeling towards me was a just pleasure for her, and torture for me.Viola often lived in New York as she worked in the
“3 plates of the sunny morning, one plate of pancakes with maple syrup, three cups of cappuccino for table three.” Nadia, one of our waitresses, read the order out loud.“1 egg and toast, pancakes with fried bacon, chicken burritos, and a cup of latte.” Jasmin, another waitress, read her order.The mornings were the laid-back time of the entire day in our kitchen. Lunch was busy compared to breakfast. Most office workers came here for lunch, couples, ladies in their middle age, but dinner was the attraction. We started our preparation around 5 and normally our first guest arrived by 6:30. All ages of people came to our place as it was a family place.The room on the first floor was just a hall where all the tables and chairs were arranged. Our kitchen was placed on this floor. Most tables are for four people or two. It booked three booths in the corner on this floor while the second floor was for only families.
I walked into ‘Aspiration’ the gaming club that I owned. I would like to call it instead of cassino the way other people pronounced the name as if it was a disease. But in the end, they all came here to enjoy their night. Hypocrisy was everywhere, and now they hid behind million-dollar suits and shoes.Those cranky old men whom we met at the meetings behaved as if they knew everything about business and the world. We are older; we had seen the world; we knew better than the younger generation, but in everyday life, they were the most fucked up. If you looked at their life, you would know how fucked up human relationships can be.So here was a piece of free advice, never, not even accidentally, heed any attention when they gave you a reality check. Trust me, you would be content, lived a good life without these bullshits.It was a little after 10 at the night. Mostly I liked to be home after spending my day in the office with me
“Did you talk to him?” Penny asked me on the phone as I set my left foot inside the house.“No.”“What are you doing, McCoy? What are you waiting for? I am telling Veronica is going to steal your fiancé. You need to polish your game plan. Otherwise, Veronica would have the ultimate laugh while you standalone.” The woman was hyped-up all day, repeating the same song again and again and exasperating me to a point where very soon I was turning into a murderer. And she was my first victim.I closed my eyes shut and bit my lips with my upper teeth. Penny was nagging for precisely twelve hours now. In the restaurants, she would come into the kitchen every thirty-minute and asked me if I called him or not. Whenever I shook my head or replied skeptically, she would gaze at me as if I was a criminal who was hiding from the law.At this point, this woman was harassing me, and I was thinking about issuing a restriction lett
“Why are we here?” Lyra opened her mouth after maintaining forty-three minutes of silence. At some time during our car ride, I started to think she lost her voice due to shock.The moment her head hit the hard wooden floor, my heart dropped out in that second. Lyra and I had some unfinished business to do after what happened two nights ago. I wanted to sit and talk to her about what did she think about the whole situation.Announcing our wedding wasn’t my intention, but at the time, that’s all I could have thought of, and I didn’t hesitate to go forward and save her from the hole where she slipped accidentally.That night, with Jacob, wasn’t her fault. Nothing about that night was her fault, but she was the one on the row of punishment that hyped me up, and I couldn’t hold myself. Before knowing my mind, I walked to her and made the stupid announcement.I watched her from the shadow for a lo
Present“Hello, are you listening to me?” She asked me with a frown. “What are you thinking?”“Eager to know what’s going on in my head, sweetheart,” I smirked.“No, thanks.” She blushed and lowered her head.“What kind of ring do you want?” I asked her while cutting the pancakes with a knife. “Cushion cut, oval, round, pear, heart, princess, radiant. What about the stone? Diamond, ruby, gold, sapphire, we can get whatever you want.”Lyra stared at me, dumbfounded. She didn’t say a word, nor did her expression give away to me, so I could understand what was going through her mind.“Did anybody ever tell you before that you needed a doctor?” She sighed and gazed at me with compassion. “You need help, dear. Try to talk to a doctor.”At first, I thought she was making fun of me, but
After I woke up from the nap, he was nowhere to find; I was alone in his bedroom. A grey comforter was wrapping all over my body. The blinds were down, so the sun lights were blocked. When I first entered this room, the room was all bright and full of sunlight, so I believed Nathan put them down after I fell into sleep. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face, and made myself presentable. I found my bag on the sofa near the window; I took the bag with me. It was an effortless task to locate the bathroom, as there were only two doors inside the room.When I opened the first one, it was a walk-in closet. He furnished the entire room with wooden cupboards where Nathan’s clothes were neatly arranged. One cabinet for his white shirts, another for his suits, besides that one for all the color shirts. The drawers were locked, but it wasn’t a tough job to estimate that clothes were there, too.In the middle of the room, ther