Dalia's POV
I tapped my left foot furiously as the search was taking longer than usual. Couldn't the day be any worse?! I eyed the officer as he adjusted his cap without an ounce of guilt on his face.Way to go, Dalia, on the first day of your so-called honeymoon.It wasn't anything to be happy about because I and Eros weren't exactly on a honeymoon. As the CEO, he was just giving himself two weeks while I was taking a much-needed break from the wedding stress.Like I did anything.. urgh."My wife is pregnant." "We have nothing in the luggage." "It's just filled with our clothes." Eros used me as a cover to get out of this.I have tried as much as possible not to let people notice me because I was kind of ashamed of my body. Now, he just has to bring attention to me.I lowered my eyelids as I felt eyes bore holes into my forehead.Did he just say...? He didn't just use my pregnancy as an excuse! I thoughEros' POV I glared at everything they wore and looked for the slightest opportunity to fire anyone who fidgeted. The problem upstairs has been successfully taken care of to everyone's relief. A knock was heard and the door opened to reveal the woman from this morning. She nervously chuckled. "They did nothing wrong! Everyone was tired after a long night?" It was now I noticed that she had a bit of a southern accent to her tongue. They never did mind their business. I gave her my charming smile so that she would leave. "I understand ma'am. I hope your new room suits you now?" she could go and choke on her saliva for all I cared. She talked some more before closing the door behind her. I faced my staff who wore grim expressions. They looked better than this morning because if they didn't, I would have sent all of them home. They had families to feed so. "Let it never repeat itself again." I sneered, expect
Dalia's POV I don't know if I made the right choice by sleeping in a different room from Eros. He looked so happy tonight and sad when we said our goodnights. Poor Eros. We only spent a week in the Bahamas and then we were back to the bustling and hustling of Manhattan. So did my relationship with Eros go bland. "Let me get this straight," Emily sipped her drink one night. "The both of you have agreed to go back to normal?" I glared at Emily. She was mocking me. "Not really. We were doing so good until we crossed the border. He suddenly turned cold and I wondered why we weren't comfortable with each other's presence. Emily slid a drink to my direction. "Enough about Eros. Let us make ourselves happy. When was the last time you went to a club?" I groaned in frustration. "Like forever." I looked at my form. It wasn't club material. Emily read my thoughts because she already dragged my ass half across town, leaving n
The moment he laid his eyes on me, I knew there was going to be a big problem. His eyes were red, and his hands shook. What is his problem? "Have you decided to come home?" He asked rhetorically. I disliked his tone. I was taken aback by how bitter he sounded. Then he placed both hands in his pocket and breathed out. His breath came out in a puff of smoke. For how long has he been outside? The cold air was really something else at night. "Were you waiting for me?" I asked instead, worried about his red eyes. He scoffed. "Have you forgotten the contract? I said you must ask for my permission before doing anything! Is that so hard for you to understand?!" I couldn't take his harsh words any longer. "Why are you so upset?" He pointed accusatory fingers at me. "The fact that you chose today of all days to leave—am I making you uncomfortable that much?" My eyes widened incredulously. What is he saying now? Who knew wh
Eros' POV I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time. I had only just returned to hear from the maids that Dalia left with a friend this morning. None of them could describe who this friend was because they were too busy gossiping about the both of us. I recently hired three maids to cater to her needs so that she could never feel lonely when I am not around. Each of them had their own major duties. The first one catered for our cooking needs, the second catered for our cleaning needs, and the last one worked as her quarter maid. She had qualifications as a nurse, too. They made sure to come to the house three times a week. I threw my suit on the couch. The house felt empty without her fat frame waddling around it. It's only been a week since we came back from our honeymoon. She has been trying her best to adjust to the house and its functions. It was different from what she was used to. Every day, she asked new questions and caused trouble
Dalia's POV I pressed my ear closer to the door, but my baby bump didn't allow me to go any further. They were discussing something in there and I must hear. "You lied to me," Eros said and I was surprised at the amount of playfulness in his voice. He wasn't angry with her. "I had to! The way you were looking at me… I didn't want my composure to fall, you know." Bethany justified herself. I heard Eros sigh. "Fine. But is it true? And where have you been? I haven't been seeing you lately. There has been a lot going on and you were nowhere to be found." I raised my fist, imagining the door was Eros' face. What was that cliche line? I pressed harder. Are they having sex under the pretext of friendship? "You have a wife now. And we aren't exactly on speaking terms. You allowed her friend to plan your wedding?? I am a bit disappointed in you, Eros. If not for the fact that I have been with you for over twenty years, I would have
Eros' POV We were seated in comfortable silence, watching a silly show when the doorbell rang. I ransacked my brain, thinking of who I was expecting. No one came to mind. I glanced at Dalia who was eating peanuts. The last time I asked her to keep those damn peanuts, she had snapped at me, asking me to mind my own business. She was already shaking her head. Seemed like she wasn't expecting anyone today. It was the weekend. Last weekend we will have to ourselves before work starts. Part of me admired how strong Dalia carried herself. If her protruding stomach was evident enough, I would have thought she was just acting pregnant. The other part dreaded her simple glares and sharp words. It has become worse over the week. She needed no one's help but I saw how grateful she was when the nurse attended to her. She was truly magnificent. Even when she was silent, her face showed curiosity like she was trying to read the meaning i
Eros' POV "Of course I am!" Her bubbly laughter filled the air and I subtly breathed out a sigh of relief. I should end this conversation before it turns into something I wouldn't like. "I will have the maids prepare you something." Betty gasped. She would want to know about the woman who cleans my house every week. "Oh, you have maids now? What about the other woman who cleans the house three times a week?" I sighed, wanting to leave the kitchen. "That is her duty." I opened the door expecting to see Dalia but she was not there. I found her in the same position we left her, chewing peanuts. There was no way I could have heard wrong. She definitely scoffed. I eyed her suspiciously, expecting her vicious glares and cursing under her breath. There was nothing like that. If anything, she pretended like we weren't there. I had just instructed the chef to make Betty her favorite dish when Dalia announced she was
"Calm down, Dalia!" My inner self screamed. What if Eros walked in to see me like this? I was acting like a jealous wife. I wasn't his wife in the first place. Forget all about the wedding shenanigans. We weren't a real couple. Eros is kind of causing me pain and he was quite aware of it. A real pain in the ass. I shut the fridge, almost dropping the water bottle at the sight of Betty leaning on the counter. She startled me. I rather ignore her. She isn't worthy of my words. "I see you are feeding well.You gold digger. I am sure you planned such a sick incident so that you would care for you." Betty started with an evil smirk on her face. The fact that she is here made me wonder where Eros was in the first place. I peeped out of the kitchen. From my angle, I found Eros asleep on the couch. No wonder she is here…There goes yoga for tonight. Betty is acting childish. I don't want her to disturb me. I opened the cap
Dalia's POVThe days went by pretty fast. One afternoon, I was in the hospital, and the next, we were on our way to the West mansion. Eros didn't have to send a message like he usually did."You didn't leave the baby in the house, did you?" I asked Eros who looked better than he did a month ago. He barked out a laugh. "What? I already tucked her in."I sighed in relief. It happened sometimes because we were too preoccupied with each other. If Emily learns of this, she will take the baby from us permanently. I smiled at the thought.We were still in the first paragraph of the chapter. It was beautiful, just like I had always wanted. One time, I heard the maids discussing Betty. What she did when I wasn't around was nasty.Why would she seduce Eros? It was there that I learned that Eros had slept with her one drunken night. My heart sank at the discovery, but it was a long time ago. A long time, yet Eros hasn't said anything about it. Hold on a minute. I don't go about telling him abou
He had received the divorce papers, but they weren't signed. Good.Eros jumped at the vibration of his phone. He hoped it was good news. Then he frowned when he saw Emily plastered across the screen. He picked it up immediately. She hasn't spoken to him in a long time. He knew the reason."Dalia got into an accident. I will send you the address." She hung up and Eros panicked. He tried the number again, but it went straight to voicemail. Then the message came in. She was in Spain! He didn't mind. He would meet her anywhere. All he wanted was for her and the baby to be fine.The maids watched with hands folded as he turned the house upside down while preparing for the journey.They no longer saw Bethany Woods because they overheard Eros rejecting her during a heated moment. He said he loved Dalia and she was his wife. Betty had left with anger. Now, she has lost Eros as a friend too.***********It was a drunken mistake. Nick had swerved right into an upcoming truck. She had been lucky
It was a month until Thanksgiving. It's been two months since Dalia left the house. She didn't even take her belongings except for her phone.She had left his black card on the bed.Eros was a mess. He had gotten thinner. His eyes sank in. He was a shadow of himself. He didn't think she would take his words seriously and disappear for two months. There were no pictures, no news, nothing!His phone vibrated. It was the officer who caught the burglar months ago. Adkins. "Have you found her?""No." came his disappointing reply.It has been like that. Every call was disappointing.When Eros arrived at the office, he didn't know that all eyes were on him, watching his every mood. His staff avoided him like the plague. Not because he was angry, but because of how tired he sounded and looked."Jeez." Sara muttered under her breath. She was consoling Tracy. Her boss won't be coming to the office forever! Or so she thought. "I don't know what to do." She was thinking of calling Jeffrey, but it
It was a month until Thanksgiving. It's been two months since Dalia left the house. She didn't even take her belongings except for her phone.She had left his black card on the bed.Eros was a mess. He had gotten thinner. His eyes sank in. He was a shadow of himself. He didn't think she would take his words seriously and disappear for two months. There were no pictures, no news, nothing!His phone vibrated. It was the officer who caught the burglar months ago. Adkins. "Have you found her?""No." came his disappointing reply.It has been like that. Every call was disappointing.When Eros arrived at the office, he didn't know that all eyes were on him, watching his every mood. His staff avoided him like the plague. Not because he was angry, but because of how tired he sounded and looked."Jeez." Sara muttered under her breath. She was consoling Tracy. Her boss won't be coming to the office forever! Or so she thought. "I don't know what to do." She was thinking of calling Jeffrey, but it
The letters! Dalia mentally facepalmed. She should have kept it well. Away from Betty's hideous eyes. She thought she had them hidden.Eros' face was ashen in color and when he didn't say anything in reply, it occurred to Dalia that he already knew about it. Her heart sank deeper. She didn't think about telling him because it was nothing. Maybe when they went to the office the next-day, she would have told him about Nick. Only if he asked!A loud knock on the door pulled Dalia out of her thoughts. Eros sighed, making his way upstairs. "They are here again. Increasing by the minute all because of my foolish wife."'he called me his wife' Dalia realized with sadness. It was at that moment she knew that she fucked up. Now she has Eros in a tight spot. He may not look like it but Eros was enraged. It's just that he just apologized to her yesterday so it seemed like he was tired instead."I am sorry!" Dalia cried out. She didn't know what to say that would soothe him.Eros paused on the se
Dalia paced the room up and down. She was restless and could not place her butt somewhere. "Pick up, Emily!" She gritted out. How did it happen? Nick only grabbed her because she was about to leave! They were not doing anything like whosoever that took the picture was suggesting!Emily picked up at the third ring. "What the hell? Dalia!""Emily! What should I do? I know everyone has seen the picture. I don't think Eros should see it.""Eros should never see it. Go and see for yourself and make sure he doesn't have his phone around him."Dalia nodded, opening her door. She was down the stairs in a flash. "What should I do if he has already seen the picture?""I don't know. You love him, I don't." Emily's downcast voice dampened Dalia's spirit.Dalia could imagine her friend shrugging in helplessness. "I swear, it was a mistake!" She was still explaining to her dearest friend when she saw Eros with his phone. He wasn't looking at it but beyond it. He was looking at her. He knew about th
Dalia's POv.The next morning…I arrived just in time to see Tracy drop another letter on my desk. What is it this time around?! The letters were getting frequent! I am not in the mood for his pranks and silly antiques.I dismissed her quickly, snatching up the letter.I tore it open expecting to find cheesy lines, but I didn't see any."Come to the park by 7:00 p.m.; I have a surprise for you." Why would Eros ask me to come to the pack when he snubbed me on his way to work this morning. What surprise does he have for me? I folded the piece of paper in anger, dumping it into the trash bin.Tracy walked in with a cup of coffee. Just what I needed for my already puffy eyes. "Not in the mood? I have got just the right thing for you." She subtly eyed the dark shades sitting on my nose.I have nothing to say to her.I left work early because, I mean, who can stop me from leaving whenever I want to? Not even Eros, because I am pissed at him.The park was almost empty. It was evening, and
Dalia's POVShe was always right.My dear Emily.Why is she friends with someone as daft as me? She told me to confront Eros about Betty because she was biting more than she could chew. I have decided to take the bull by the horn today.I need to hear from his mouth whether he loves her or not. If he says he loves her, I will move out of the way, give birth to my baby, and divorce him. The baby won't have to live his life thinking he was born out of wedlock. When it comes to custody of the child, I won't allow him to get away with his misdeeds.The drive home was quiet as usual as I mused over the things Emily told me that afternoon. She expressed her anger for Betty and wished she met the bitch one more time. Her words, not mine.I entered the house to see Eros in aprons. He greeted me with a small smile, which made me confused. He has never smiled like this at me. The last time I saw him smile, only in a bigger version, was with Betty! My mood was already sour and damp."Your food m
Dalia's pOV. I found Emily later that afternoon slurping down her lunch. She had consumed two bowls already. It was noodles and boiled egg. Rosalind's Diner was an old Korean diner that specializes in homemade noodles. I almost snorted when she raised her messy face. A noodle got stuck at the side of her chin. Today she was putting on a blue belly blouse that revealed her smooth arms and palazzo jeans. From where I stood, I could see her belly button and her shaved armpit when she drank from the plate. "Eating lunch without me." Emily paused only to look at me before going back to her meal. "That's why I suggested this place." She said with mouth full. She looked wicked whenever she did that. "And I foolishly agreed with you." I turned to the woman sitting behind the counter. "A bowl of noodles and fried egg. Add extra spring onions, and chili." At the look of her confused face, I pointed at my baby bump. A look of realization clouded the form