Amelia It was 8 am, and I was getting ready to go to the hospital. Alexander had left earlier to speak to his grandfather. I didn't tell him about the hospital call. I stepped out of the bathroom and noticed a note on the bed. I picked it up to read; 'BE RIGHT BACK' it was paired with a scribbled writing or drawing that had been cancelled. I couldn't figure out what it was. Perhaps an error. Was this just another side of Alexander? Or eas he trying to be romantic? No way! I brushed it off as just a simple note, but it still managed to stir a flutter in my chest. He had never written me a note before. And I’ve never gotten one. ****** "We found a large amount of RU-486 and misoprostol in your blood." The doctor said. My brow furrowed in confusion. "What? I don't understand, doctor." "It’s a pill used to remove pregnancy, Mrs Smith. I need to ask—" "That's impossible!" I exclaimed. "Here are your test results." She said, handing me the paper. "Mrs Smith, sometime
Alexander "What do you mean she lost the baby?" Pa Martins asked, his voice laced with confusion."Amelia had a miscarriage yesterday," I informed, glancing at my wristwatch. It was 8 am, and I had to be at the office before 10 am."Poor child. What was the cause of the miscarriage?" "Cervical issues." "Hmm. Now you no longer have a reason to be tied to her.""Come on, Pa. We just lost our baby, and that is what you could think of?" "Alexander, don't be overly emotional. We never got to find out if the child was yours. For all we know, she might have gotten rid of the baby herself to keep us from finding out." I felt a pang of anger. "I don't need proof to know if the child was mine or not Pa. I'm certain the baby belonged to me." "The only reason I allowed her to stay here, was because of the pregnancy. Now that the baby is no more. Why should she stay here?" "Because she's my wife. Besides the public already knows. There is no need hiding it anymore. Amelia will stay with me,
Amelia I paced back and forth, deep in thought as I processed what Isabel had just said. She stood patiently, waiting for my reaction or permission to leave.My mind was raced with questions and doubts, and I couldn't seem to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach."Is there anything else, ma'am?" she asked. I let out a sigh of frustration, "Uh..." my response trailed off as I hesitated. My gaze drifted towards the door, distracted by the muffled murmurs and shuffling footsteps outside.I slowly approached the door and turned the handle. Pulled it open and was met with the sight of Alexander standing in the hallway, his back turned towards me. What on earth was he doing? Then he turned around, and his appearance caught me off guard. He looked like a nervous teenager about to ask his crush to prom, clutching a rose in one hand and a bag in the other. I wasn't sure what was in it.He looked fazed. "Hi," I said."Hi," he muttered, clearing his throat
SeleneAmelia's voice resonated through the walls, and I quickly approached my room door. I opened it slightly and peeked out to see what was happening."Isabel!" she yelled once more. I cracked open my door and caught a glimpse of her standing by the stairs before she hurried down. Curious, I tiptoed out of my room to follow her and see where she was going.I positioned myself by the stairs and peeked around, but she was nowhere to be seen. A minute passed, and then she reappeared, accompanied by a maid. It wasn't IsabelI quickly and quietly retreated to my room, carefully closing the door behind me to muffle the sound, so she wouldn't hear it click shut.As soon as I heard her door shut, I slipped out of my room once more, tip-toeing to her door, where I leaned in to listen to the conversations.From the way she questioned the maid, it was obvious she had become suspicious. I knew it was only a short time before she questioned Isabel. I had to find her first before Amelia did.I h
Amelia "What are you doing here?" Selene's voice trembled with unease. "I...." I hesitated, unsure of why I needed to explain myself to her. Instead, I turned the question back on her, "What are you doing here?" "Nothing. I found the security guard fast asleep when I came. I tried to wake him, but he didn't budge - he's clearly in a very deep sleep." She turned back to the system, her fingers clicking away on the keyboard. "I just wanted to check the footage to see if I was still wearing my diamond necklace when I came back to the mansion," she said, her eyes fixed on the screen. I walked closer to see what she was doing. "There it is," She said as I got close. "Good night." She flashed me a warm smile. She began to walk away but then paused in her tracks, turning back to me. "You know, Amelia, I think we would really get along. We should be friends. We could go on a girls' trip together, do some shopping, talk about boys." She chuckled. I stood there, unsure of ho
Alexander "Alex, how dare you!" Paul exclaimed, bursting into my office with James in tow."I tried to stop him, sir," James said, apologizing. "It's alright, James. I'll take care of this," I replied, dismissing him.Once James left, Paul continued, "You have no right to auction off my company, Alex!""I'm fed up with this endless bickering, Paul," I shot back. "It's been going on for two months. And let's be clear, I hold the majority shares in your company."Paul's face reddened, "You have no idea the tireless efforts I put into building that company. Just because you tricked my shareholders into selling their shares to you, doesn't mean you own the company."My jaw clenched in frustration, "If you want to prevent the auction, then file for bankruptcy - it's a straightforward solution. Your failed company will never be merged with mine."Paul's anger boiled over, "I'm sure your grandfather will be delighted to hear about your underhanded tactics. You're not going to get away with
AmeliaI burst into my office, seething with anger and frustration from Alexander's harsh tone. "He has no filter with me," I fumed, pacing around the room. "One minute he's charming and affectionate, and the next, he's cold and dismissive." I shook my head, trying to process my emotions. "I'm so fed up with his mood swings. Honestly, sometimes I just can't stand him." I grumbled to myself, flopping down in my chair. My phone rang, cutting off my rant. I felt a wave of relief wash over me when I saw the name of the caller. "Hey, girl! How's it going?" Hayley's cheerful voice asked. I let out a deep sigh. "Not going well, Hay."She immediately picked up on my tone. "What happened? Any of the employees upset you?" She asked."No, it's the great Alexander being his usual infuriating self. God! I don't know what he feels like sometimes.""What did he do?""What he knows how to do best. I understand that I'm his wife, but that's no excuse for speaking to me the way he does.""Aw, sorry
Alexander I was stumped, I had no idea what to say. All I knew was that I was going to prove to them that I know fun things to do. "What do people do for fun?" I muttered to myself."You don't know? You're certainly not a fun person. "Hmmm. We could go see a concert or a movie." I said."How is that fun?" She asked."People enjoy that sort of thing.""To some it is. It's just not fun to me." She countered. "You don't know what's fun? That's no surprise. You don't have to try proving anything."I struggled to come up with something fun, but my mind was blank. I thought of other enjoyable activities, and then, memories of when I was little came to mind- happy times spent baking with my mum in the kitchen. A smile spread across my face."I've got an idea," I exclaimed, a plan forming in my head. "What is it?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. I just took her hand and led her to the kitchen, my pace quickening with excitement. "Everyone out," I ordered everyone in the kit