I finally come home when Honey called and asked why am I still not at the penthouse after Brian updated him about our arrival at the city four hours ago. Honestly, all I want right now is to go home -my own home before this whole fiasco began- and hide under a blanket but I have no choice since he has summoned me to be home for dinner because he has cooked for us. "I don't think curry tastes like that." I hear her voice the moment the elevator door opens. She's here? I thought she has plans with her friend? There's nothing else I wanna do at this moment than to push the elevator button and go somewhere just so I don't have to face that bitch but I can't, because she is already looking at me right now. "This is myyy version of curry." He counters with his back to me, currently cooking something on the electric stove. "I'm still cooking so maybe the end product actually taste right," he adds, but Genevieve and I are already in this weird staring competition. The door automaticall

I spent two months with Drey to be the perfect Scarlett, on how to behave at every occasion. But right now, I seriously have no idea what to do when I'm still confused either to be the other woman in their father's life or to continue being Scarlett, their mother. ...assuming they're both birthed by Scarlett Monroe. When I first saw Nate at the bar prior getting to our table, he has this same warm smile his father has been sprouting our entire time together. He approached us and to my surprise, he leaned in so close to my face, and kisses my cheek before pulling his head away from me. "How's traffic?" He asked as he kissed his sister next, the same way he did to me. Four of us sat at our usual table and the night passed through with the two of them trying their best to make the dinner a pleasant one. Though Genevieve, she was trying to be cheeky with the little stunt she pulled. I had to mask my reaction and play along just to maintain the harmony, because I swear if it was up t

I totally get what she meant when she whined about nobody wanting her despite her entire family being by her side. I'm in the same situation too, Bitch. I have my family with me but whenever I think about Honey, I feel so lonely to the point of tearing as if I'm the most ungrateful human being on Earth. Love makes us feel weird things, including feeling lonely just because someone we want doesn't want us back, despite the abundant of love we get from family and friends. "You should sleep." I murmur once the sobbing quiets down. "You should leave Daddy." I let her go gently, creating a distance between us without commenting on that. Number one, we have an NDA standing between me and my mouth from spilling things out, which of course doesn't apply to Luna since you know, she's a sister, the one I confide everything to. And number two, because I don't want her to look down on me anymore than she already has. "You don't strike me as a bimbo," she's looking at me straight in the eye

I can't believe how slow time goes by since the day I stepped out of that penthouse. That Wednesday morning, it went as usual. I made him a cup of coffee, sent him to the elevator with a kiss that we both know but did not acknowledge it openly, that it was a goodbye kiss. He enveloped me in his arms, took my breath away with his deep, sensual kiss, and a minute later he smiles at me saying ‘I love you, B’ before going into the elevator, just like what he's been doing every single day the entire six months we were together. Just like that, I took all my stuff, then headed over to my own place to drown my sorrow until two weeks later, when I had to get up and make my way to the women clinic Cupcake had set an appointment for me. I wanted to fly to Jakarta as soon as Honey stepped into that elevator but Miss Collins reminded me about the last clause a Scarlett has to do before she's off the hook; I was obligated to take a blood test on the fourteenth day after I'm officially out of t

I wish you'd die in this cold temperature! So I can finally be a divorcee! Die, you asshole! Die! "Come here," he holds out his right hand, face softening along with the tone. I narrow my eyes at the gigantic man, cursing him in my head. Go die. He sits up before standing in his full height, stepping forward to approach me as I go backward, wanting to maintain the distance between us. "Why are you here?" I ask in panic, realising he's getting so much closer now. "I told you, I'm not gonna miss my wife's engagement party." Is he being sarcastic now? Knowing he holds the power that I can never be married to someone else as long as I'm still his wife? "I told you to never call me that!" Suddenly he's already bumping his front to mine, intimidating me with his superior physical. "But you ‘are’ my wife." "I WAS your wife when you treated me like a whore. But I'm not anymore! I'm not anyone's whore anymore! Not yours, not now not ever!" He cups my face with his cold hands, whispe