~ Megan“Charles?” I looked over Jenny’s father’s shoulder at Charles. “What are you doing here?”“Surprised, right?” Jenny’s father, Mr. Johnson, chuckled. “So were we when we first learned that Charles became a last-minute friend of Jenny. They met a day before her death.”My heart sank at the revelation. Charles and Jenny, friends? It was like discovering a hidden chapter in Jenny’s life I never knew existed. We told each other everything, so why didn’t she tell me about meeting a billionaire the day before?Charles shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. “I, uh, just wanted to pay my respects. I heard today is Jenny’s birthday, and I thought that was the least I could do.”“Oh, Megan, you have no idea how much of a support system Charles has been to us during this period of our mourning,” Mr. Johnson continued. “Both financially and psychologically, Charles has been more than helpful. You know, he even paid for therapy for my wife and me?”I eyed Charles, feeling a mix of emo
~ CharlesThe rest of the ride was silent and suffocating. I had to make the driver stop by Steve’s condo where I got off.“Steve needs some help with something,” I told Megan.“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She waved dismissively. She hated Steve, so nothing about this meeting concerned her.I watched the car disappear, but the guilt didn’t leave me. With a sigh, I entered the complex. I knocked on Steve’s door, but it was a woman that answered.“Charles the playboy is here,” the girl announced, giggling as she did.Her face didn’t ring a bell, but I guess she knew me personally. I looked at her from head to toe and wanted to retreat. She had a strange white powder leaking out of her nose, and her eyes could barely stay open.“Charles! Good thing you are here; you can join us,” Steve hailed from inside the room.The girl stepped aside, granting me entrance, but I instantly halted when I saw what was happening. There were three other women in the room, all sniffing a white powdery substance
~ CharlesHe vowed to keep my secret, and he has been doing so for months now. We never spoke about it; it was almost as if it never happened. But the countless nights I woke up from my sleep panting because of the repeated nightmare I had didn’t let me forget.I thought that he should have learned something from that experience, but it turned out that he was not in the least affected by everything that was happening. I couldn’t blame him, though. He wasn’t the one that hit Jenny, so I guess he had nothing to be guilty of.After what felt like forever, Steve stepped out of the showers, eyes still as red as a bull’s.“Feeling better now?” I asked him with a cocked brow.He nodded, sluggishly towel-drying his hair. “You are going to rehab, Steve,” I declared.“I am not an addict,” Steve said begrudgingly, mumbling under his breath.“I didn’t ask if you were an addict, you junkie,” I retorted. “I know you are an addict, and the only place you can get the help you need is in a rehabilitat
~ MeganThe next couple of days Charles avoided me like the plague. I was already used to such treatment from him, especially when he was under some kind of stress.I thought, like the others before it, it would pass, but not this one.One morning, Charles came to my room. “Megan, I need to travel to Italy for business; I will be back in three weeks’ time.”“Three weeks?” I echoed in surprise. “Isn’t that too long already?”“I won’t only be going to Italy; I will also be going to Belgium, so I think the time is fair,” he said.I bit my lower lip, bothered about something. “What about the company?”Charles smiled, then stroked my hair, stirring something in my chest. I awkwardly shifted, making him realize what he was doing.“Sorry… I just really like the feel of your hair; it is silly and soft,” he simpered. “And about the company, I can handle it from abroad, and if I can’t, I guess I have you.”I nodded, grateful for the trust he had in me but at the same time, sadness flashed in Ch
~ Megan“Massimo?” I gasped. “What in heaven’s name are you doing here?”Massimo laughed heartily, pushing through the crowd of women towards me. He lifted me off the ground and spun me.All I could hear were the gasps of the women around and the clicking of their cameras.I wanted to scream at Massimo, but I held back the impulse. He had succeeded in putting my name in the headline news for today. Hashtag famous billionaire’s wife caught in the arms of her lover or something more sinister. I could expect that much with Miami paparazzi.Massimo finally released me, his dimples digging into his cheeks as he flashed me a radiating smile. Knowing Massimo, I knew he was going to say something that would end my social life for sure, so I dragged him away from the crowd to my table.He halted on seeing Celene, eyes wide. “Mi Amor, tell me that this isn’t little Celene?”I laughed awkwardly. “This is little Celene.”Celene, on the other hand, squinted her eyes as she stared at Massimo. “Craz
~ Megan“Mi amor, can I ask you something?” Massimo said.I nodded, although I feared in my heart that his question might leave me thinking.“Are you happy?”Clenching the fabric of my dress, I laughed dryly in a bid to hide the tears forming in my eyes. “Do I look unhappy to you?”“Don’t get me wrong, Amor, I mean are you happy in your marriage?” Massimo clarified.I unconsciously sighed, giving away the emotions I was trying to conceal. “Of course, I’m happy.”“Then why are you here with me and not with him?” Massimo asked yet another striking question.“Because he is away for business and because I missed you,” I admitted.Massimo’s dark eyes searched mine; I couldn’t hold back, so I looked away. “Tell me, mi amor, how is your husband? What is he like? Romantic? Cheerful?”I sneered. “Charles is anything but romantic.”“You can say he is one of the most annoying, nonchalant, caring, uncaring, responsible, irresponsible, selfless, hardworking, kindhearted, reliant, and handsome man
~ CharlesJapan had been oddly cold today, but I still couldn’t escape my duties. I had to meet my business partner. I was invited to the man’s main house for lunch, a traditional house that maintained the heritage of ancient Japanese houses, which I considered very beautiful.The one person I knew would appreciate it more was Megan, but I didn’t dare bring her here, not with the tension between us. Moreover, she would refuse my invitation even if I asked.Since I traveled, we have spoken only once, and that was the day I arrived in Italy. I remembered vividly how that conversation went, and to this date, I still regretted letting it end that way…That day, I was feeling jetlagged, but I took Megan’s video call.“Hey, handsome, how was your trip?” She asked with a smile.I wished her excitement was contagious, but it wasn’t. I wasn’t moved by it; I only felt my heart stir up a bit, which made me uncomfortable. “Tiring,” I answered her nonchalantly.“That’s normal; you should rest,” sh
~ CharlesSurprisingly, Megan was the one who welcomed me at the airport. There were a lot of reporters, and she shamelessly hugged and kissed my lips, much to my surprise, but I responded quickly by twirling her during the kiss.The sound of increased camera clicking made me know we would make the headlines today, and since it was for good, I didn’t mind.In the car, however, the Megan I met out there became a totally different person. She brought out a wet wipe and wiped her face of whatever DNA got on it from our kiss, then she brought out her ear pods and blocked out whatever sounds I was going to make in the future.I watched her in awe, noticing the changes she made while I was away. Her hair was still blonde but with darker roots, as if she was letting it return to its original color naturally.Her skin was radiating like milk, and she looked healthy, but I could feel that something about her had changed. Something I couldn’t place my fingers on.The only time she spoke to me w