Novels by BETHEL OGBONNAYA

Evelyn's povThe fountain pen trembled in my hand as I scribbled my signature at the bottom of the divorce paper. I dropped the one next to the paper and stared at the black ink drying on the white paper. This was it. This was me severing whatever ties I had with Micheal Sullivan. As I stared at it, I wondered if I was making the right decision. I lifted my hands towards the paper to pick it up but stopped myself midway.‘Don't give up hope, Evelyn. This is you finding freedom.’ I told myself. I folded the paper neatly and placed them on his desk along with my wedding ring. This happily ever after wasn't mine. I pushed back my chair and stepped away from the desk. Then, I turned to the door with my suitcase in hand. I whipped around, my eyes flicking back to the papers, doubt creeping in. “Was I doing the right thing?” I repeated. Suddenly, images of Chloe and Micheal together in bed flickered in my head and fingers tightened around the suitcase handle. Yes, I was doing the rig

Micheal's povBy the time I woke up, the house was unusually quiet. Something was off. I could feel it. “Evelyn?” I called out as I climbed down the staircase. No response. Maybe, she was in her room. I turned back and entered the hallway that led to her room. “Evelyn?” I called out again. There was no response.Was she sleeping in? But it's 7am and the Evelyn I know wakes up before the crack of dawn to prepare breakfast. Was she taking a longer time to get up? Or was she dead? She did look beat up last night.“Evelyn?” I knocked on the door. When there was no response, I lost my patience. “That's it! I'm coming in whether you like it or not!” I pushed the door open and was taken aback. The room was empty. The bed was stripped bare, her wardrobe doors were left ajar, revealing only empty hangers. Her shoe rack was empty even though the vanity was bare. Not a single Evelyn was in this room. It was

Evelyn's pov “You're pregnant.”The second the doctor said those words, a wave of joy washed over me. My hand drifted to my stomach. “I'm pregnant?” “Yes, you are.” He beamed.The thought of life growing inside me filled with hope. I broke into a laugh and leaned back in the reclining bed. Finally, I would be happy. Why?Micheal always wanted an heir. This baby was our answer – our fresh start. He or she was our chance to fix what was broken between us.“I have to head home. I have to tell my husband the good news.” I said, rising from the bed.“Oh no. You need bed rest for at least another 24 hours, Mrs. Sullivan. You are still hurt.” The doctor said with a worried look etched on his face.“No.” Ignoring the protests of both the doctor and my aching limbs, I checked out of the hospital and hailed a cab.My heart raced in my chest when I reached home. I made way for the mansion ahe

Evelyn's povOur marriage was convenient but he reminded me of that everyday till it became my personal mantra. All my life, I had dreamed of a fairytale wedding — a Taylor Charming who loved me, a life where I felt loved. But life isn't a fairytale, and happy endings? They're not real. If they were, I wouldn't be running from my own family. My breath misted in front of me as I sprinted past the water fountain. The summer air in New York shouldn't be this cold, but chills ran down my spine. Each step felt like a countdown. My mind screamed at me that I was making a mistake but I couldn't stay here for another second. Not with them. Not after what they had done.“Evelyn, don't you dare walk away from me!” Micheal yelled behind me but I didn't stop. I couldn't. If I turned around, I would lose whatever pride I had left. “No!” I shouted without looking back. I reached the estate’s gate where two security guards stationed there