I ran as fast as I could away from the house and farther into the estate's premises. I knew coming to live with him was a bad idea. Though innocently, he had triggered some really awful memories. I couldn't count on my fingers all those times I cried myself to sleep. How much hurt I felt from losing my first pregnancy after all the hassles I had to go through in my marriage. My baby was my only hope to get better. Knowing I was giving him an heir made me so happy and with the snap of a finger all my hope was gone. I could never forget how grieved I felt that day when the nurse told me, it tore me apart more than any physical pain I felt. I was happy to be alive but why didn't my son make it too?I stood in the middle of the field and yelled as loud as I could hoping it would take my pain away. I just wanted it to go away forever and never return. Maybe if all my memories had wiped away it would all have been better. I knelt there and wept, not minding the wind throwing my hair all ove

After apologizing, becoming friends and seeing how excited she was to be with Simon, I was willing to let her be happy and get married to her fiance but after one look at her tonight and after that unexpected kiss, I knew I was not willing to let go no matter what. She would eventually have to make a choice and so bad I wanted it to be me. "Where are you going?" I got up abruptly as soon as I sighted her rolling out a suitcase. "Um, I just think it's about time I go live at my sister's since they're back already." She said, avoiding my gaze as usual. I never got why she did that. "They got back over a week ago. Why do you suddenly realize you want to be there?" "I was just giving them time to settle in," She said and I instantly knew it was a lie. "Hannah you're trying to avoid me. Again." I stated plainly. The guilty look on her face told me all I needed to know. "You know we have to talk about that kiss, we can't av-" I was saying when she covered my mouth with her palm. "Don

"Mrs Jones, good morning ma'am," She let out a sigh before responding, "Morning." That sounded like a half-hearted response but I went with it, going on to say hello to Simon's sisters who responded same way as their mother. Maybe this was how they responded to greetings in their family, I assured myself. I waited for them to have their seats before taking mine opposite Mrs Jones at the table. I wondered if they were going to order anything after they took forever to skim through the menus provided. I unconsciously began tapping at the table as I waited for them to decide and call the waiter. Looking up from my phone I spotted their irritated faces staring straight at me. "Is there a problem?" I asked. "Why do you have to drum on the table like a five year old?" One of his sisters sneered at me. I almost got offended. I immediately halted my thrumming fingers and whispered a 'sorry'. They faced their menus again and my feet soon took over the tapping. "Have you finally decided on

Mature Content Below! "I didn't let them change a thing, it holds a lot of sentimental value for me,"I turned to stare at him. I got what he meant from that sentence. This place held a lot of memories, mostly of our never ending fights but a few sweet moments too. Thankfully there was nothing sexual about this place cause that would be a whole different level of awkwardness. Now that I thought about it, Zachary and I never had any form of intimacy when we moved into this house, owing to how fragile my pregnancy was, the doctors had advised us to put a pause on our sex life till after the baby was born and I was fully healed. Crazy how that never happened."Can I sit?" I asked him as he sat on the couch."Of course," he patted the spot next to him."I came so we could talk," I sat, crossing my knee over the other as I leaned my back on the cushion, wrapping my arms around myself."I figured."Not letting myself stare at him, I spoke. "About what happened today, Zach, I don't know but

I know I shouldn't have hurt him like that but I was scared of risking getting back with him only to get hurt again. I'm ashamed to say I got caught up in the moment and lost every sense of self control that I had been holding on to for years. "Lord have mercy," I muttered a prayer anytime pictures of that night flashed before my eyes. Thankfully my phone rang at that moment. It was Simon. I let it ring until the call ended. If he could ignore me for so long I was going to do the same. I went back to folding my pile of clothes into my suitcase. It was about time I left. Having done the unspeakable, the only thing left for me to do was to stop it from happening again. A knock on the door halted my movements. "Who is it?" "Ma'am you have a guest." "A guest?" I asked. I was not expecting anyone. "I'll be out in a minute." I told the help as I zipped up my suitcase, I would have to save it for later. I stumbled back in shock when I met my supposed guest. "What, what are you doing he