I was so stunned that I blurted, "But it's your wedding night. Why do you even have work to do?"Clarence patted my immaculately styled hair. "Sotheby's auctioning a pink diamond pendant tomorrow. You want it?" he asked, almost coaxingly.I had no idea what that was, but I nodded anyway."Then, it'll be your wedding present." Clarence left and disappeared for a week. Even so, the pink diamond pendant appeared on my dressing table all the same.Aside from the lack of intimacy, married life with Clarence was peaceful. I then made a mistake many women would commit: care about a man too much. I pitied him for being impotent at his age. He had all the riches in the world, yet no way to enjoy them.When my friends asked me to party with some models, I started refusing their invitation. I spent my days going to school. Whenever Clarence was home, I would nestle in his embrace and go through his files with him, telling him about my day.The butler stopped deducting my credit. Clarence sm
'For Jess' eyes only.'Jess… I took a deep breath and remembered the first time I met Clarence and how he looked at me. "What's your name?" He asked. "Jessica… Decent name."Before I came, he had someone by his side. It would explain why he never wanted to touch me. I could feel my chest burning as if fires had been lit. My hands couldn't stop shivering. I opened up the letter and read it. It was filled with love and longing.Halfway through, the wall shook again. Clarence stood at the entrance, holding a cane to support him. He looked at me darkly. "How'd you get in here?"I looked at him, my eyes red. "Who's the woman in the painting?"Clarence came closer and grabbed my hand. "Come with me. This isn't where you should be."I didn't notice his unstable footsteps. Instead, I asked with a voice filled with resentment, "Why'd you hide her paintings here? Did you write these letters for her?"Clarence said nothing. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out. Then, he told the butler col
Clarence video called me this time. I thought he wanted to lecture me just like he did a long time ago, but he only smiled at me. "They're tainted. You can have as much fun as you want, Jess, but don't marry them. They'll swindle your money.""None of your business."Clarence looked at me earnestly. "Take care of yourself, Jess."I cried angrily and hung up on him. The calmer he was about this whole mess, the angrier I became. It was like I couldn't even vent my frustrations. The rage wouldn't stop festering and rampaging inside me.I ran to the underground garage and drank until I was blackout drunk. I wanted to come up with a wilder plan the next day so I could make Clarence mad.'Maybe I should drop out of school?' I thought in a daze. When I woke up the next day, I was going to go through with my prank. That was when the cops called. Clarence was dead. He drowned.This couldn't be true. Clarence should die of old age, or at least a rage-induced heart attack because of me. Dro
That would explain how he managed to sneak all the things he stole out so quietly. Alas, he underestimated the influence the Antonios had on Ashington. I would be able to find him as long as he was still in this city.We eventually arrived at his abode. The butler looked at the long, claustrophobic corridor and frowned. "Should I take you in my arms, madam?"My heels squelched as they got stuck in the grime. "No." When my men and I broke into their home, the thief was lying on the bottom bunk, one leg atop the other. He was fiddling with the pendant. A dim light shone through the pendant, reflecting the panic in his eyes.The bodyguards charged ahead and tied him up. "Hey, let me go!"The butler took back the pendant and handed it to me. I wiped it clean. "Where are the other stolen items?"The rickety bed creaked, and a bald child stuck her head out of the top bunk. Then, she said weakly, "Clarence…"She resembled the thief, but her cheeks were sunken. To make matters worse, she
"I'm alright." I touched the flowers he plucked. The wrinkles on the back of my hand were a stark contrast to the vibrance of the flowers.Clarence extended his hand to stop me, but he quickly pulled back and hung his head low when he touched my hand. Then, he murmured quietly, "There's mud on the branch. I'll cut it off."I pulled my hand back and watched Clarence trim the branches before putting the lively flower in an old vase.It had been some time ever since Clarence returned to his post. He had grown taller. Plus, he had started putting on some muscles due to the manual labor he had been tasked with. He was slowly becoming the man I remembered.Naturally, he was also the most popular guy in the manor. The maids would talk about him whenever they had free time. There was bashfulness and love in their discussions. When Valentine's Day swung by, an amused butler told me that Clarence's door had been practically knocked down by their sheer enthusiasm.Literally and metaphoricall
I didn't want him to be late for his date. After he was gone, I lay on my bed. Even through the window, I could hear him laughing and running through the field. I thought Clarence would go for economics and business administration, but he chose oil painting instead.Clarence had an astonishing talent for art, and everything he drew seemed alive. I praised him for his success. He would grin whenever I did. "I used to draw on the ground with charcoal pencils. Can I draw a portrait of you, madam?"I agreed. When he was done, the butler and I admired it. The butler praised Clarence's perfect skills, while I was a little confused. It almost felt like a hundred filters were used for the painting. I certainly did not look that young.The younger maids giggled and huddled around Clarence, asking for a portrait as well. Clarence hung his head low and said nothing, but he would steal glances at me.That night, I was walking in the garden when I noticed Clarence was following me. "Do you not
"I'm touched by your concern, madam. My father's legs aren't what they used to be, but he's still as lively as ever.""I want to see him." I gave him Yvonne's medical records. "Is this the same condition as Clarence's?"The doctor took the records with stark confusion on his face as he inquired, "Clarence? Who do you mean, madam?"I frowned. "My husband… ex-husband." He must be getting senile if he had forgotten about Clarence.The doctor blurted in astonishment, "But when did you get married?"I was so stunned that I snapped, "What?"The doctor answered, "I've watched over you since you were a young girl. I had no idea you got married. Who's the lucky man?"I fell silent for a long while. Memories flooded my mind. I remembered how I was born; I was held by the doctor before me, cooing. He wasn't as old as he was. The terrible parents I had were replaced by a loving couple.I remembered my life, from childhood to my prime and to my twilight years. I tried to search for him, but
Clarence got behind me and pushed the wheelchair. "Are you in this wheelchair because you're sick?"I answered honestly, "No, because I don't have long to live."A tense silence fell, and I could feel Clarence clenching on the wheelchair's handles so hard, they might break.He said hoarsely, "If that's a joke, it's not funny."It was not a joke. I could see him tensing up from the corner of my eye, but I changed the subject anyway. "Take me around."A tense Clarence pushed me to the market. A festivity was probably going on, and things were bustling. It had been years since I got around, and everything felt new to me.Suddenly, Clarence said, "I ran into you the first time at a market as well."That was odd. The first time we met was supposed to be at a bar. Wait, the manor, perhaps?Clarence smiled shyly. "I used to run a stall with Yvonne when I was eight. I needed the money. Your carriage passed by, and you pulled the curtains back. You looked at us and told the butler to bu
Clarence probably felt his heart break as his eyes turned red-rimmed. "I don't want to raise a family."I said nothing more and coaxed him into signing the papers. Then, I told him to get a checkup once every six months. After that day, I refused to see Clarence. I told the butler to take him back to the Ashington manor, where he could continue his studies.I returned to Ashington as well, but I didn't go home. My life was coming to an end, and I didn't want Clarence to see this hideous side of me. Once my business was in order, I felt… empty inside.I spent all day sitting, wondering what I should do. The butler couldn't take it anymore, and he suggested we go for a walk, or we could summon Clarence again. He said Clarence had fallen ill and demanded to see me.I refused his latter idea and asked him to take me to the beach. The east coast stretched as far as the eye could see, and its sunset was always glorious to behold."It's late, madam. Let's go home."I said quietly, "You
Clarence got behind me and pushed the wheelchair. "Are you in this wheelchair because you're sick?"I answered honestly, "No, because I don't have long to live."A tense silence fell, and I could feel Clarence clenching on the wheelchair's handles so hard, they might break.He said hoarsely, "If that's a joke, it's not funny."It was not a joke. I could see him tensing up from the corner of my eye, but I changed the subject anyway. "Take me around."A tense Clarence pushed me to the market. A festivity was probably going on, and things were bustling. It had been years since I got around, and everything felt new to me.Suddenly, Clarence said, "I ran into you the first time at a market as well."That was odd. The first time we met was supposed to be at a bar. Wait, the manor, perhaps?Clarence smiled shyly. "I used to run a stall with Yvonne when I was eight. I needed the money. Your carriage passed by, and you pulled the curtains back. You looked at us and told the butler to bu
"I'm touched by your concern, madam. My father's legs aren't what they used to be, but he's still as lively as ever.""I want to see him." I gave him Yvonne's medical records. "Is this the same condition as Clarence's?"The doctor took the records with stark confusion on his face as he inquired, "Clarence? Who do you mean, madam?"I frowned. "My husband… ex-husband." He must be getting senile if he had forgotten about Clarence.The doctor blurted in astonishment, "But when did you get married?"I was so stunned that I snapped, "What?"The doctor answered, "I've watched over you since you were a young girl. I had no idea you got married. Who's the lucky man?"I fell silent for a long while. Memories flooded my mind. I remembered how I was born; I was held by the doctor before me, cooing. He wasn't as old as he was. The terrible parents I had were replaced by a loving couple.I remembered my life, from childhood to my prime and to my twilight years. I tried to search for him, but
I didn't want him to be late for his date. After he was gone, I lay on my bed. Even through the window, I could hear him laughing and running through the field. I thought Clarence would go for economics and business administration, but he chose oil painting instead.Clarence had an astonishing talent for art, and everything he drew seemed alive. I praised him for his success. He would grin whenever I did. "I used to draw on the ground with charcoal pencils. Can I draw a portrait of you, madam?"I agreed. When he was done, the butler and I admired it. The butler praised Clarence's perfect skills, while I was a little confused. It almost felt like a hundred filters were used for the painting. I certainly did not look that young.The younger maids giggled and huddled around Clarence, asking for a portrait as well. Clarence hung his head low and said nothing, but he would steal glances at me.That night, I was walking in the garden when I noticed Clarence was following me. "Do you not
"I'm alright." I touched the flowers he plucked. The wrinkles on the back of my hand were a stark contrast to the vibrance of the flowers.Clarence extended his hand to stop me, but he quickly pulled back and hung his head low when he touched my hand. Then, he murmured quietly, "There's mud on the branch. I'll cut it off."I pulled my hand back and watched Clarence trim the branches before putting the lively flower in an old vase.It had been some time ever since Clarence returned to his post. He had grown taller. Plus, he had started putting on some muscles due to the manual labor he had been tasked with. He was slowly becoming the man I remembered.Naturally, he was also the most popular guy in the manor. The maids would talk about him whenever they had free time. There was bashfulness and love in their discussions. When Valentine's Day swung by, an amused butler told me that Clarence's door had been practically knocked down by their sheer enthusiasm.Literally and metaphoricall
That would explain how he managed to sneak all the things he stole out so quietly. Alas, he underestimated the influence the Antonios had on Ashington. I would be able to find him as long as he was still in this city.We eventually arrived at his abode. The butler looked at the long, claustrophobic corridor and frowned. "Should I take you in my arms, madam?"My heels squelched as they got stuck in the grime. "No." When my men and I broke into their home, the thief was lying on the bottom bunk, one leg atop the other. He was fiddling with the pendant. A dim light shone through the pendant, reflecting the panic in his eyes.The bodyguards charged ahead and tied him up. "Hey, let me go!"The butler took back the pendant and handed it to me. I wiped it clean. "Where are the other stolen items?"The rickety bed creaked, and a bald child stuck her head out of the top bunk. Then, she said weakly, "Clarence…"She resembled the thief, but her cheeks were sunken. To make matters worse, she
Clarence video called me this time. I thought he wanted to lecture me just like he did a long time ago, but he only smiled at me. "They're tainted. You can have as much fun as you want, Jess, but don't marry them. They'll swindle your money.""None of your business."Clarence looked at me earnestly. "Take care of yourself, Jess."I cried angrily and hung up on him. The calmer he was about this whole mess, the angrier I became. It was like I couldn't even vent my frustrations. The rage wouldn't stop festering and rampaging inside me.I ran to the underground garage and drank until I was blackout drunk. I wanted to come up with a wilder plan the next day so I could make Clarence mad.'Maybe I should drop out of school?' I thought in a daze. When I woke up the next day, I was going to go through with my prank. That was when the cops called. Clarence was dead. He drowned.This couldn't be true. Clarence should die of old age, or at least a rage-induced heart attack because of me. Dro
'For Jess' eyes only.'Jess… I took a deep breath and remembered the first time I met Clarence and how he looked at me. "What's your name?" He asked. "Jessica… Decent name."Before I came, he had someone by his side. It would explain why he never wanted to touch me. I could feel my chest burning as if fires had been lit. My hands couldn't stop shivering. I opened up the letter and read it. It was filled with love and longing.Halfway through, the wall shook again. Clarence stood at the entrance, holding a cane to support him. He looked at me darkly. "How'd you get in here?"I looked at him, my eyes red. "Who's the woman in the painting?"Clarence came closer and grabbed my hand. "Come with me. This isn't where you should be."I didn't notice his unstable footsteps. Instead, I asked with a voice filled with resentment, "Why'd you hide her paintings here? Did you write these letters for her?"Clarence said nothing. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out. Then, he told the butler col
I was so stunned that I blurted, "But it's your wedding night. Why do you even have work to do?"Clarence patted my immaculately styled hair. "Sotheby's auctioning a pink diamond pendant tomorrow. You want it?" he asked, almost coaxingly.I had no idea what that was, but I nodded anyway."Then, it'll be your wedding present." Clarence left and disappeared for a week. Even so, the pink diamond pendant appeared on my dressing table all the same.Aside from the lack of intimacy, married life with Clarence was peaceful. I then made a mistake many women would commit: care about a man too much. I pitied him for being impotent at his age. He had all the riches in the world, yet no way to enjoy them.When my friends asked me to party with some models, I started refusing their invitation. I spent my days going to school. Whenever Clarence was home, I would nestle in his embrace and go through his files with him, telling him about my day.The butler stopped deducting my credit. Clarence sm