MICHELSON POV"YEAH it is authorized, she is my wife."I dropped the phone furious, by then the office was empty with Paula long gone but somehow I was left wallowing in my sins and could barely move from where I was standing."How in the hell could she spend that much." I thought to myself though feeling unbothered in a way about the fact she had spend over my daily limit to the extent that the bank had to call to be certain there was no issue of fraudulent.I promised them that I'd reimburse it through my account but the issue was something I had to clear out with Brianna.The issue was not the money spent but deep down something kept telling me she was doing it on purpose just to spite me, I thought about blocking the credit card the retaliate but considered it as being childish as the money in no way affected me and it would be like igniting my mother's anger.Instead I phoned the account department and asked that they did that the first thing the following morning while I dealt w
MICHELSON POVTWO CAN play the game and this most definitely was a game I would like so very much to play.Looking at the whole scenario from a whole new perspective, we were both to be blamed for the whole situation.When I would blame the way I exploded over little things that had to do with her and her alone, she acted in a very immature manner and made a fuse for the whole thing.It was barely a week after our wedding and we were already a case study on why not to marry outbid pity, or an unwanted pregnancy.Yes, I would term it as being unwanted as there was no way I would have taken it up if not for the interference of my mother.It was something very provocative, and if things like what happened that night happened again, it feels like I am on the verge of losing it.I made up my mind to treat her the same way she was treating me, if she wanted this all rough I was going to give it to her exactly that way, the way she wants it, it was obvious all Brianna was doing was on pur
BRIANNA'S POV "So you mean he sneaked out of the house?" I sounded shocked at the bit of information I just got from his mother and the truth about it was it was a very juicy bit of information I never thought I would hear ever. "Yes." She grimaced. I guess she was having a rethink on how she hit to have a weakling as a son of that was what she was thinking about. He was going fucking pussy and if there was anything I wasn't expecting from.him to do it certainly have to be the fact that he would shy away from a little bully from a girl. I had not exactly meant to make his life a living hell but he had pushed me to it, pushed me using his words and actions and everything that had to do with it. I guess he was one of those men that believed in the male supremacy and believed in his ego as a man but I was the polar opposite and not sure of the same vision with him. "Guess it is better that way, at least I get to have my rest of mind to today, both I and the little nugget here." I
MICHELSON POV IT Burned in my Chest, Guilt and every other feeling that had to do with it. I broke her as a matter of fact I overdid it. Thinking back at everything it was starting to look silly to me, it was unprofessionally stupid for me to act in such a way. Yet it took a lot of shouting and everything else for me to realize how much I had acted as a fool. At first I had walked into the house and having that feeling of silence envelop me had been the best moments of the past five days of my life. It was obvious her boss had called her already. I had been expecting more drama but getting nothing was the first thing that got me out of the situation. Could it be that she was not going to react to the whole situation. I had thought to myself before walking to the bedroom the previous day I had spent the night at the guest but today I felt like seeing the look in her eyes, I wanted to face her and tell her it was the man. I had barely walked into the room when I found the bag o
MICHELSON POVHER voice was as flirty as ever reaching everywhere within my ears and several other places that beat with a pulse including one that was within my thighs."Where are you?" She asked.There was a bit of silence after she asked my mind drifting in deep wondering if it was the right thing to tell her everything happening or whether I should keep it to myself. I knew the answer to my question but couldn't bring myself to answer it most probably because of anxiety.It felt as though she was trying to tease me after knowing where I was, I tried to listen to her voice hoping I would probably get a hint from it or something wby thing that would give me a lead of who she was but at the end I got nothing, at least nothing that would give me a hint.She was up to something the way she was speaking and from the looks of it, it was definitely not something that was very nice – By nice I meant it was all fifty shades of gray."What do you want Paula?" I said in a hush tone as I did
BRIANNA'S POVTHE fact is had never had a more difficult task than having to put up with my husband Michelson Trevor, as a matter of fact it was the most difficult thing I have ever had to do and each time trying to love felt like a waste of time and effort, but the question in my mind remains should I stop trying?All these thoughts flickered in my mind on my way home, the fact that he didn't seem it fit to even walk me home but Instead had chosen to rush off to a meeting almost two hours to midnight.I was no fool to believe that, neither was I gullible to believe that an investor or whatever term he used to qualify what he was doing had actually called.It was a good excuse anyways, one I couldn't argue with but yet there was this hole in my heart filled with uncertainty, it left in me a blankness deep down one that would be a waste of time if I try to fill it back in.I knew it was impossible there was anyone of sort but like I would always say to myself– Time would tell.The c
BRIANNA'S POV"I HAD to make all this look real if it was going to work." I scoffed while trying to keep my voice low.I had spent the last couple of minutes thinking of a way to get out of this …"Oh damn!" I touched my hands to my temple.There was no term I could give to it, all I knew was there was no way in hell I was going to be caught dead with Michelson somewhere far away where we would probably murder ourselves. In the end only our rotten dead bodies would be found because that is certainly what would happen.I was certain of one thing and that was the fact that there was no way I and Michelson would be together in such a confined environment without ripping the soul out of each other.I took out my phone and out of desperation scrolled to google.Three dots appeared…"How to make excuses for a date." I typed quickly as I felt silly, I knew I could say No and get out like any mature adult would but there was this look in her eyes that made it seem as though I would be breaki
MICHELSON POV THERE WERE two things I hated the most in all my years of living: one was being lied to and the other being taken as a fool. Brianna had done both and inside me all I felt was a kind of anger I couldn't quite explain, all I felt was this bitterness of having a taste of my medicine. It felt much better doing that to another person as a matter of fact I enjoyed the feelings it gave me but doing that to myself there was no way to explain the feeling I was getting from this whole although deep down I was happy the honeymoon hit canceled having her make a mockery of me and taken my brains into an over drive I couldn't quite explain. I drove through with the emptiness I was having deep inside of me, at first I had wanted to drive around as my head and every common sense jne whispered but instead every other nerve in me that and to do with lust took another route and drove straight to Paula's. I tried calling her to tell her I was on my at but the call kept going into her v
BRIANNA'S POVHow fast was it to stop loving when it turns toxic?For me as fast as my heart beat in seconds.It had taken me nothing to make up my mind, perhaps two weeks of locking my door against myself and crying till I could feel my eyes go red with burning tears.This was not about compiracy but I was prepared to get through everything…As a matter of fact I wanted half of everything as well.Half of his wealth was going to make me obviously one of the richest female in the city and in a way it wouldn't affect him.For the next couple of hours all we did was talk about what I wanted—Which was to get away from the marriage as fast as I could.She has talked about it being more longer process and for all of cared I was ready for how messy it was going to become.Every part of me wanted to stay away from him.He was toxic this man, seeing him this morning reminded me of how much I hated him, it was quite a remindwr of why I wanted so bad to stay away from him.My husband was only
Michelson POVWhat in the hell I was doing. I thought to myself at the last-minute.At that time I was heading down the road, far away from where anyone could see me, it looked like I was drifting down the bowel of hell in my mind.There was a need to stop. I had to bring everything to a stopI tried to hit the brakes on the car.Fuck…I kept on pushing the brakes but it didn't work.All of a sudden I was starting to regret the fact that I decided to go down this path, I was regretting doing this at all as it felt like a very drastic action.What am I doing here?It felt like I was visiting another world, as the city passed before my fresh eyes as I drove deeper.I kept hitting the brakes as the car sped through, going off on the road with the same speed I had started with.As I neared the dead end , I thought about getting out of the car.The belt seems jammed, the door -I felt the wind in my face as it looked as though I was about to embrace death.Just then at the last minute,
MICHELSON POVWasn't it said that good music heals the soul?The music playing softly through the stereo was in a way depressing and there was no way to say why it was this way.I had picked that same music, I had always picked out any other days but today it did look like I was listening to a totally different song— It was like I was listening to it in a different way or perhaps hearing the tunes of the music differently .Either way I was not enjoying an but of this and in a way the way she was treating me was quite expected.The more I tried to take my mind away from all of this the more it became dawn on me that I might as well be a murderer.With own hands, I had committed this attrocities.In a way i wondered if she would ever forgive me, I would give anything as a matter of fact everything just for her forget everything but even to someone totally deranged that would be quite impossible.There was only way I could get my mind off all of this, and that was for me distract mysel
BRIANNA'S POVThere was only one word for how the past week had been and it was —Shambles!One could say I was a living shadow of my old self, and thanks to Michel he had totally out done himself making a mess out of me.That was what was, a total mess…I had dragged my feets through the tiled floor, ignoring the looks I got from maids and the greetings as well.The past one week had been nothing but hell for me as I was trying everything I could do with the situation at hand.The way the sun felt on my face, the fresh air—The taste of coffee like I had always loved it every morning, everything felt to me new.“Are you fine ma'am. ” one of the maids asked.Something in me whispered that she was not only asking for the state of my physical look but also how I was mentally as well, the whole feeling gave me goosebumps."Yes I am.” I replied , faking a smile. The truth was I wasn't, as a matter of fact I was far from being fine but like they say the truth is always a hard pill to swal
MICHELSON POV.What did I feel ?Pain!Absolute pain and there was no way I could get over it.Men are allowed to feel pain too ain't they?Mine was like a hard blow to the heart, I could feel every bit of my heart, stop then pause like this wasn't essential and just when I thought everything might be as well over, I felt it beating again.It looked like I had brought nothing but destruction Into her life, slowly I tried to play everything again at the back of my mind.If there was anything she hated more that moment it was certainly me.It was something, she didn't even need to say as it was glaring in her eyes.My face was inexpressive…Yet one Could tell that everything going on deep down inside me was absolutely shambles.Till now the only two people that knew about what truly happened was Brianna and myself and in a way I wanted to remain this way.The doctor ushered is about so she could attend to her, I took that time to take a long stroll around the hallway, stopping at the wat
BRIANNA POVIT looked like he was keeping the rest of the words buried from fear of speaking or getting how I would react.He looked at me for a minute not knowing how he was going to react to every bit of everything that was going on.When the words fell from his lips, I could feel the heavy weight of them."The baby is gone."At first I thought the words were just my thoughts playing out and he had not said anything, but when I thought about it again, I could hear the words playing again at the back of my mind."What?"I looked at my mother's face hoping it had something different…an emotion that would convince me this were lies.My heart beat shattered, and I could every bit of the piece and piece of my heart as it fell to the ground.The pain sent a raw ache through my chest and I could feel it pounding against it.My vision blurred behind tears and the shimmer of the sun on the marble floors, I couldn't hold it.One could numb any other emotions but certainly not pain, there was
BRIANNA'S POV.I Turned and saw him sitting right there, it was the last place I wanted him. As a matter of fact, I didn't want him anywhere around me.“Oh my god. You’re alive... She is alive! " He exclaimed as I stared around for a minute wondering what it was about him that I hated and disdained most at this moment.He glanced at me, a glint in his eyes filled with excitement. “I thought I was going to lose your"Perhaps, he shouldn't have said those words as I felt my memory returning back to me in full force.I felt a sharp pain in my head ...Staring at his face blankly at the moment, it was like staring into the face of the devil.If there was anything I wanted most at that moment, it was certainly having him closer to where I was.For all I know, I was done with the man.He tried to touch me but I took my hands away from where he was, flinching the very bit like his touch was toxic.As a matter of fact it was toxic, at least to me...I could feel the venom in his touch crawl
MICHELSON.Leaning back, against the chair in the hallway, I rested a forearm on the arm of the chair looking around at the events unfolding as I focusedmy gaze on the far end of the room.The anger In me was enough to raze down the entire room but I did well enough to bury it down as it burned in my throat and heart maring everything else in the process.My eyes skimmed up an inch to find the doctor again, a moment earlier she had insisted that I went back home after I returned there.The plan actually when I had gone home was to rest,take a fresh nap, eat and come back by morning but I couldn't do any of these things as I kept tossing and turning on the bed.The night was promising to be filled with nightmares so at the last second, I had dragged myself out of bed and now I sat in the hospital hallway wiping a hand across my face.My gaze darkened,conveyed every bit of my thoughts.In a way while I sat back in my chair, my humor was fading into the half empty hallway.My though
MICHELSON.THEY say real men don't cry and I wondered if emotions were really part of what made up the term manhood.I could remember just two times I had broken down to tears in my entire adulthood life:The first, was when I lost my fath.The memories still filled my mind like a scar that would never leave and I could still see it in my nightmares.This was the second time…It got me wondering how long I was going to get out of all of this if anything ever happened to her.Never, never was the right term to tell myself that I might never get out of this mentally if anything did happen to her.I paced the hallway worried and in a state that was quite tense.I felt the need to do everything and at the same time, I felt like doing nothing other than just walking through the white hallways of the hospital.Pausing by the dispenser, I grabbed a dispenser and gulped down two cups in quick succession running a hand through my hair that was ruffled.I was in a state of total mess both phys