Bryant PovIt was weekend and I wanted to go home today instead of staying at the hotel I had been staying at for the past few weeks but when the thought of my wife came to my mind I decided to stay back. No matter how much I missed her and I wanted to forgive her but each time I set eyes on her the anger I felt for her will increase and my hatred for her will become more visible because of how she always acted like she's innocent before me as if she's the only being hurt when I was the one who was really betrayed and cheated on by her promiscuous act. I never expected her to betray me that way and when she did it hit me like a hard rock that I wasn't even able to escape from.Kiara is stuck with me and so am I. She's hurting me yet I can't let her go but I will make her pay dearly for it.I was in my hotel room going through some paperwork when suddenly a message popped on my phone from a stranger. Immediately I read the message on my phone the vein on my head instantly became visib

Bryant's povWhen I got an unofficial call from Kiara I was surprised at first that she was still able to contact me after everything she did when should go kill herself for defiling our marriage. I have been thinking a lot about the picture that I saw in my head and the man I saw her with at the hotel.I sent a text message to the private number that was giving me information about my wife's love affair asking for the picture and the information of that man I saw her with at the hotel but I'm yet to get any feedback. That day I couldn't wait until daytime to see his face clearly because I wasn't able to hold my emotions and each second I stayed there it was hard for me to breathe until I made sure I got drunk before I was able to sleep and ever since then I couldn't sleep without getting drunk.I will start with her lover first then I can find a way to break and damage her that she will wish for death.For many weeks that picture had played in my mind in every possible way but now th

Kiara povTwo weeks passed and I could not take it anymore not for another second I have been trying my best to put myself together to come to the office everyday and then return back home even though everybody made a fool of me and everybody made me feel like a complete joke and not only that I was basically being treated like trash I had been treated badly before but at least I could hold up to the somewhat comforting feeling of knowing that all of these people were just using me as a punching bag even though I was innocent but so many of them have convinced themselves that I was the one pretending to be a victim while they were the ones simply bringing Justice to me but I didn't deserve Justice at least not against me because I was innocent.Just when I thought that things couldn't get any worse I woke up one day to another heartbreaking realization normally I was trying to adjust to everybody whispering to themselves whenever they saw me in the office but today as I got into my ow

Kiara's povWithout anything that is added to the way he was dragging me, we made our way into the clinic as he opened the glass doors and pulled me through as if I told him that I was running away in the first place and I was but it wasn't as if I was capable of doing it while he had his iron grip on me.There was a section that had some comfortable-looking cushions shared in the clinic and he pushed me into one of them with a stern gaze and he told me that if I got up and tried to run away I was going to regret it for the rest of my life.I sniffled after he said this and then I responded saying that I wasn't going to try and go anywhere. He gave me one last hard stare before he went over to a lady at the counter and started speaking to her. After a while, he came for me dragging me up to the counter. The lady looked at us with confusion but she didn't say anything she ended up asking me some questions like my name and a couple of hours I also met up with another lady that I asked m

Kiara's pov"Sweetheart, are you cold?" My mother asked me as we shuffled together again ourselves to find some worms under the roof of stars, only one that we could claim anything to since we couldn't rent a house.The moment we stepped into this place we had been robbed of every material valuable thing we had except for the clothes on our backs.Since then we have been sleeping on the streets having to move often from time to time once the environment became too unfavorable and then we were basically eating off of the kindness of strangers and it may be in some dumpsters of fast food joints and restaurants.Life was completely pathetic for us.Nights like this, when the cold would sink into our clothes that have been given to us by a charity I will begin to feel so foolish of the thoughts that I had in the bus coming to this place. I used to think that things would be so different that I would finally have some control of my life maybe…"Mum sorry this is all my fault," I apologize