(Ruby)“Come on, babies,” I said, strapping them into the backseat, “Let’s go and get some ice-cream!”. Mabel and Miles had caught a faint glimpse of Lydia’s teary eyes. Mama had pulled me to the side and said, “Take them outside while I take care of Lydia.”I had nodded and immediately grabbed the car keys.Lydia had been devastated since last night. She might not be able to forgive and forget all that had happened with Thomas but that did not mean that she did not love him, nor did it mean that she did not want to be with him.But for the twins to witness this much drama and chaos would be absolutely terrible for them.I put on some nursery rhymes in the car.“The wheels on the bus go round and round!” Mabel and Miles sang along as they clapped.“Aunt Ruby?” Mabel called out to me.“Yes, dearest?” I asked with a bright smile.“Why does Uncle Thomas not tell Mommy that he loves her?” she said.“Yeah, please tell Uncle Thomas to tell Mommy,” Miles said, “Because if he don’t say it, Mo
(Jack)Sarah petulantly narrowed her eyes at Thomas. “What do you mean?” she huffed, “On the day of our wedding?”I saw Thomas clench his fist but keep his composure. “Yes, Sarah,” he murmured slowly, “On the day of our wedding. Where were you?”Sarah cocked her head. “I was confronting you about your crime, wasn’t I?” she said, “For sleeping with that bitch?’Thomas shot up. “NO, YOU NEFARIOUS IMBECILE!” he roared, “WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT ALMOST NOON THAT DAY OUTSIDE MY WIFE’S HOUSE?!”Sarah’s nostrils flared. “You can’t talk to me like that!” she shrieked, also standing up.I needed to interject before this got out of hand.“Stop it, both of you!” I exclaimed.“Sarah,” I turned my face sharply at her, “We have video evidence of you wrecking Lydia’s car which will be used against you in the court of law. You will be sent to prison for attempting to murder her. And your parents will face similar charges for both Lydia as well as Thomas for the car accident that happened four years ag
(Lydia)I wept and sobbed. Mama sat beside me on the sofa, a hand on my back as I let my pain out. “It’s okay, darling,” she murmured softly to me.“No, Mama,” I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks, “It’s not okay. I don’t know how things will ever go back to normal between us.”Mama stared at me, her eyes large and pitiful. “You shouldn’t say things like that, darling,” she said.“It’s the truth!” I wept, unable to contain myself, “I’m doomed to spend the rest of my life alone because the person I love has broken my heart –b-broken my trust and—and I don’t think we’ll ever again be all that we were!”“What makes you think that, my love?” Mama asked. Her lips were tightened into a small dot.“Because—he—he hasn’t yet bothered to propose! And how will I ever be able to move past the way that he treated me all those years ago?”Mama put her arms around me. I cried into her shoulder.“People make mistakes sometimes, Lydia,” she said, “That doesn’t mean that they can’t learn and
(Thomas)Watching her barge away from me was devastating. But what could I say? I had brought all of this on to myself? I should have never let her go in the first place!Why had I been so stupid? How could I have been so stupid?According to Matthew, Sarah had been instructed by her parents to entrap me into marriage. But how could I have walked into that trap? How could I have abandoned the woman I loved?“Please, please, Thomas,” Lydia had wept before me, “I’m your wife, Lydia!”She had been holding my hand and squeezing it. I had rashly brushed it away and glared at her. She had sobbed and cried.How could I have done this to her? Could I not see in her eyes how much and how deeply she loved me? How could I have been so blind?“She’s just a nasty little gold-digger, Thomas,” Sarah had said to me as the priceless jewels that I had bought for her glittered at her collarbone, “She never cared for you – only your money. And all of us friends warned you against her. You just wouldn’t
(Sarah)“Have you no self respect?” he had asked me.I could not believe that Thomas could ever say such a thing. All my life, I had loved him. Thomas and I had been friends ever since I was a young girl. My parents had shipped me off to Denver to live with my Aunt Clara when I was fifteen and I had gone to school with Thomas and Jack.But our families had known each other since long before that. My parents had known Thomas’s parents and had been good friends with his father while he was alive.They had always doted on Thomas. And I could see the appeal. What I did not understand was why both of my parents loved my brother, William, so much more than me.I had flown home after I graduated from high school and barged into my father’s study one time.“How come William doesn’t even have to go to boarding school while I have to live all the way apart from you and Mother in another state?!” I had demanded.My father had put down his cigar and slowly risen from his chair. He had walked up t
(Lydia)“How are you feeling?” Mama asked me, clutching my hand tight as we sat on the sofa in front of the TV room. It had been like this for the past few days: I would come home from work and sit here silently with Mama.“Life has become surreal, Mama,” I said to her, “And not in a good way. I don’t understand why I can’t stop thinking about Thomas. I don’t understand why I keep missing him.”Mama squeezed my hand as my eyes welled up.“But I also can’t forgive him!” I sobbed, “I can’t forgive his cruelty towards me!”Mama put her arms around me. “Shush, Lyddie,” she murmured softly at me.But I could not stop crying.Thomas had been around to see the children. He would come home and play with them for a while every day. But, at those times, I would simply get up and leave.Why did it have to be this way?Mabel and Miles were noticing the tension between us. “Would you like to see what Mabel drew?” Thomas said the other day. The twins looked up at me expectantly.I blinked. “Mabel,
(Thomas)Sarah’s mother stared at me through her piercing gray eyes. “What kind of a ridiculous accusation is this?” she spat, “How could you say such a thing?!”“That’s regrettable,” I said, “I was hoping that we could arrive at some kind of middle ground. I didn’t expect this from you.”“The boy’s lost his mind, Catherine,” her father said to his wife. He turned his stony eyes away and took a puff of his cigar.I took a deep breath and shifted my gaze to the floor. Beside me, Mother’s nostrils flared. “Look, Edward. I came here to talk to you both about this because of the relationship that our families have shared,” she seethed, “Business – family. We’ve always been good friends.”Her gaze turned steely as she clenched her fist. I caught sight of the veins pulsing through the top of her hand. “But if you’re not going take this chance to apologize, I’m afraid we’re going to have to go down another route.”“Another route?” Catherine murmured softly. Her right brow was arched. “Do you
(Lydia)“Your shooting begins today, right?” Ruby asked. She was making paper boats with Mabel and Miles. They were planning to wait for it to stop raining so that they could go outside and sail them in the puddles.“Mommy’s a movie star!” Miles exclaimed, raising his hands up.“Haha, yeah,” I laughed, planting a small kiss on his head.“I’ll be back in the evening,” I told Ruby, putting on my overcoat.I grabbed my umbrella and prepared to leave.But just as I was getting my car keys, the doorbell rang.“Thomas?” I asked, opening the door. This was a strange time for him to come over unannounced.Thomas looked directly into my eyes. He was dripping wet, having run up from his car to the front door.It was pouring outside.“What are you doing here?” I asked him.“I’m here to drop you off at the studio,” he said.“But I—““No, Lydia,” he said firmly, “It’s too stormy for you to go there on your own.”“I don’t—““Come on,” he said, grabbing my hand, “You’re getting late”.***I leaned t