Becca stared at the man, sure that she had misheard him or she was hallucinating. Peter stared back at her evenly, raising an eyebrow at the shock on her face. “What? Why do you look so surprised? You’re an adult, after all. What are you? Twenty-three… twenty-five?” He asked, sipping his wine slowly. Looking at him, one would not believe that such a kind and innocent-looking man would say such a thing so freely and carelessly. “I’m nineteen,” Becca replied dully, wondering why she was still even seated there. “Same difference. Think about it. I’m going to pay off thousands of dollars just like that, all for you to have sex with me, something I’m sure you already do for free. Come on, I like you … a lot. I’ve been seeing you at the supermarket, so it’s not as though you’re going to be having sex with some faceless creep. Think about it, Becca.” Peter said. “A creep is a creep, faceless or not.” Becca wanted to say, her hands itching to slap his irritating and annoying face into obl
The first night Becca spent in the new city to which she moved to was an uneventful one. It was really a new start for her because she got rid of every single thing that tied her to her old life. Now that the divorce was finalized, she could take on her maiden name and no one would ever know that she was once married to Billionaire Ryan Harris … or so she hoped.That first night, she retired to bed early, and for the first time in over a month, slept as soundly as a newborn. She still felt a little under the weather, but the fact that everything was now over and she could get on with her life, however it would look from now on, was extremely comforting. The next morning, she got up early and for the first time, came outside to get a good look at the house that she had bought. It was a small house, but it was just perfect as she was tired of large houses. Besides, since she was going to be living alone, there was no need for extravagance. She needed a house that she could take care of
“So I take it that it was not in your plans to get pregnant, Becca.” Doctor Thomas stated rather than asked, looking at Becca as he waited for her reply. She had just come into his office to inform him of the test result, which had revealed in no uncertain terms that she was very much pregnant. However, from the look on her face now, and her fervent denial and shock yesterday when he had suggested that she was pregnant, he could tell that it was not welcome news.“No, no, it wasn’t, doctor. It is actually such a blow to me, considering the fact that I only just got divorced.” Becca informed him, wringing her hands worriedly and looking back helplessly at the man as though willing him to help her.“I see. What do you plan to do then?”“I haven’t thought that far yet, doctor. I mean, up until I got the result, I was still hoping and trying to convince myself that I wasn’t pregnant. Oh, God. What on earth do I do?” Becca asked, but she was not sure if she was talking to herself or the doc
Ryan Harris stood at one of the windows in his large study, looking out unseeingly at the scenery before him, which was that of his gardener tending to some plants. He missed his old house, his old life, but most importantly of all, he missed his ex-wife, Becca. He missed the way her face lit up when she saw him or smiled, the way her presence seemed to light up a room, and every other thing about her. He had not seen Becca for over two months now, the last time he saw her being the day she had come here and he had forced her to sign the divorce papers against her wish. The day he had last made love to her and had been so cruel to her. She deserved it though.To think that she had been conniving with her ex-boyfriend, who used to be one of his accountants, to embezzle funds from one of his companies was unthinkable. That act had nearly caused the said branch to become bankrupt, and it was only the quick intervention of experts that he had hired to investigate when he began to suspect
“What do you mean I’m wrong?” Ryan asked. “Becca looks young in these pictures. You’re right about that. However, you’re wrong on account of the fact that you said her last relationship when you met her was years ago.” “How so?” Ryan asked in clipped tones. “Because we dated for six good years. I can show you pictures of us when she was older. She was cheating on me with you, and I did not know anything about it until you married her. Even then, she obviously did not care about you and instead, used her position as your wife to help me steal more money. It was later she confessed to me that she went after you for that reason. We had gathered up enough money to start up our own company before all this. All I want from you now is to make sure she does not go scot-free either because she was the one who lured me into continuing with this whole thing until it got this big.” “Alright. I think that’s enough. I don’t wish to listen to any of the crap you’re spitting any longer.” Ryan sai
The next few days after Becca got the news that she was very pregnant were horrible ones for her, not because of the news of the pregnancy, but because the media somehow found out that she and Ryan were now divorced. Even worse was the fact that they had found out why he divorced her. The baseless accusations that he had levied against her, all because he had listened to what that asshole, Peter had to say instead of believing her were all over the gossip channels. They were saying that she had cheated on Ryan with her ex-boyfriend and embezzled funds from one of Ryan's companies with the same man. In fact, some channels were speculating that she had aborted a pregnancy early on in her marriage because it was Peter's baby, and not Ryan's. The lies were so outrageous, but there was nothing that she could do about it, at least not yet. Maybe when the time was right, she would do something. Before Becca knew what was happening, her face and Peter's face were splattered all over the TV,
It was more than a week later when Becca finally surfaced from hiding inside her house. By this time, the scandal had mostly died down, just as she had known it would, although now and then, there was still some reference to her. It galled her to think that they never used her name, and always had to refer to her as Mr. Harris's ex-wife, or even former Mrs. Ryan. It was really ridiculous, although when she contemplated further on the matter, she realized that it was probably better for her as she had no idea of changing her name, and it would be better if they didn't refer to her as 'Becca.' The major thing the hungry media bothered themselves about now, was the seemingly budding relationship between Ryan and Angela. The two seemed to grow closer as the days passed, but Becca refused to allow this to bother her. She had a huge chunk of money, most of which was from the sale of the house that Ryan had given her, but she had no plans of touching the money yet. Surprisingly, she had stil
“My, my, my. Is Daniel Anthony losing his abundant charm?” Sandra Anthony quipped from where she stood under the shade that the front porch provided, shading her eyes and watching him water the garden plants. She had also been watching a few minutes ago, as he tried to converse with the new neighbor and had gotten snubbed for his efforts. It was a refreshing sight to behold, and she was laughing a little as she teased him about it, thinking that it was a little callous of her, but enjoying herself immensely, nonetheless.“Watch your tongue, woman, or you’re going to be really, really sorry. What on earth do you mean by the comment you just made?” Dan asked her, furrowing his brows in mock anger, but that only made her laugh harder.“Well, it’s not every day that one gets to see Almighty Mr. Handsome Playboy get turned down by a woman … for the second time.”“Now, you’re really asking for it. You had better behave, otherwise, if I put down this watering can, you’re going to be really so