Sophie ..Monday came too soon. I trudged into the hotel. The soft chatters of other workers mingled with the unrelentless buzz of the machines. It was as though the whole of New York City had found its way into the hotel.I stepped into the elevator that would take me to the floor of Alex’s office. I stared at the floor indicator as it ascended, and my pulse hiked. My stomach twisted—maybe out of nervousness or probably excitement; whichever the feeling was, it wasn’t welcomed. When it arrived on the fifth floor, it slid open, and I made my way to his office.I took a deep breath before knocking and opening the door. His seat was empty, and so was his desk. Realizing he hadn’t arrived at work, my pulse returned to normal. My chest tightened. Today I had to go for my antenatal. Now, Alex isn’t around. I would have to meet Mrs. Moore. Ever since Timmy was fired, her hatred for me intensified. She’d always give me impossible deadlines and complicated designs.Dropping the file he had
Alex..And once again, Mr. Watson had successfully dragged me to his office. After leaving the hotel, Mr. Watson informed me that he had found who was selling shares. The tic of the clock punctuated the silence of the room. While I waited for him, my mind wandered to Sophie and why she was behaving strangely today. She seemed angry, and I didn’t know why. I took a deep breath and arranged my tie and cuffed my cufflinks. This morning, I woke up weak and tired. It was a struggle to take a shower, let alone dress up. The door opened, and Mr. Watson's annoying voice filled the office. “I’m sorry. The meeting lasted longer than expected.” He settled into his seat. “So who is selling the shares?” I blurted out. After all, I wasn’t here for a chitchat.“Well, I haven’t found that out yet, but.”My face contorted into a frown. “Then I have no business here.” Interrupting him, I rose to my feet. “But I have something else.” He gestured for me to sit down. “I’m sure you spoke to your mot
Sophie..Coming out of the waiting room, Mia pulled me to a quiet corner of the hospital—a long hallway brightened by fluorescent light. There were several doors, but some of them seemed like they hadn't been opened in years. “Are you pregnant?” Mia pinned me to the light blue walls of the hallways. Her gaze was wild, filled with something I couldn’t discern—at least not yet.Her skin on mine made my skin crawl. Although her perfume wasn’t harsh nor was it unpleasant, the mere smell of her turned my stomach. Seeing her face made me almost claw out my eyes. She was the reason why I was going through this alone and why Alex wasn’t by my side. She stole my happiness, and she wasn’t the only one to blame. I cursed my weak heart, wishing it could hate Alex the way it hated her. I bit my inner cheeks until a salty taste filled my mouth. “No, I’m not.” I rolled my eyes at her stupid question. “I’ll just wake up and decide, Oh, I need to visit an obstetrician today.’”Mia’s grip briefly l
62..Our yells filled the morning air as Romi and I rounded the black car outside the Towering block of flats. It wasn’t expensive, and it wasn’t in the best of condition, but it would get you to your destination. “Do you know how to drive?” I opened the car door. The hint of tobacco lingered on the headliner and pet odor—maybe a cat or dog deep-rooted in the black upholstery of the car seat—told the story of the previous owner. “I have a driver's license.” A wry smile pulled a corner of her red-painted lips. She giggled as she noticed my surprise-stricken face. “I’m joking, I’m joking. I went to a driving school, and you might not believe it. I did very well.” Romi started the car engine. “If you say so.” I fastened my seatbelt and prayed to the heavens that I wouldn't get thrown out of the window. Romi leaned over and opened the glove box. She took out a perfume and sprayed it into the air. “Ain’t no way I would enjoy the chips with the chemical smell in here.” She placed it b
Alex . . “Mr. Watson, I am quite busy. My desk is cluttered with a lot of paperwork I have to attend to.” I glanced around my empty desk. “If it’s that important, I would appreciate it if you came to my office.” Ending the call, I returned the telephone to the landline base. I opened the drawer of my desk, took out some papers, and carpeted my desk. I still couldn’t understand the sick pleasure Mr. Watson derived from bringing me to his office, but I was done feeding it. Probably about control; it’s like having your enemy in your terrain. My eyes were fixed on the door as I anticipated his arrival. Though meeting him didn’t give me exactly what I wanted, it did provide answers—answers that only stirred up more questions. But answers are answers, right? A knock on the door made me jerk in my seat. “Come in.” I picked up my pen and darted my gaze to the paper before me, as though I were going through them. Mr. Watson's presence filled the room, his ever-cunning smile plas
Sophie . . The fresh air chased out the musky scent of neglect and abandonment as I opened the windows of my studio. The sun filtered through, casting its harsh yellow hue. I removed the dust and cobwebs that made a home out of my studio just the way Boredom had made a home in my bone marrows. I haven't had time to come here because of work. But it was the weekend; Luca had traveled and would be back probably tonight or tomorrow. Romi was occupied too. So I came here to work on some personal project; it had been long since I did that. “So what would I make today?” My eyes flicked around the room. They rested on Alex’s Concorde hand-model plane, and I remembered all that happened that day. The promise he made. A twinge shot through my chest—he never came back for the airplane. Remembering how Benjamin and Alex were hiding something about his health and Adeline losing her husband to a sickness, I ran my fingers across the sleek body of the gray airplane. The coldness seepe
Alex . . “Open this door, You slut.” The heavy thuds that accompanied the bang on the door attacked my ears. But I didn’t stop, more like I couldn’t stop. Not with her soft lips in mine as I tasted the sweet bliss on them, not with the warmth she was stirring in me. Mia could bring down the house for all I care; she could even set it ablaze, as long as Sophie was here in my arms—I’m ready to burn. “Open this door now, Alex.” The bangs came in harder, and the fringes of the door cried out. Sophie pushed me away and pulled back, her chest heaving as her breath came out ragged and uneven. Her eyes flickered between me and the door. I glared at the door, and an irritating heat warmed up, almost devouring the sweet warmth in my bloodstream. Sophie ran her hands through her hair. A frown etched itself on her face as she drew her breath and let it go. “This was a big mistake.” She sprang to her feet and retrieved her bag from the opposite sofa. “I shouldn’t have come.” He
Sophie . . My stomach churned without mercy as my eyes locked with his—maybe nausea, maybe nervousness. His eyes softened, more like weakened. Clenching his fist, he squeezed his thumb. Although my heart pounded, it felt as though it might fail me any moment from now, with the way my chest burned. Alex exhaled and brushed his face with his palms. “I don’t even know how to put this.” “Put it in any way,” I responded. His eyes met mine again. “Remember I told you I was drugged.” I nodded as my hands sought solace from each other, clasping above my thighs. “It's an illegal drug; a banned drug, and I’m suffering from the side effects.” He leaned back on the chair, still squeezing his thumb. Side effects. My mind wandered to his panic attack. I bounced my foot; maybe I could generate a warmth that could melt the chill that had coursed down my spine. “What are the side effects?” There probably would be more. "I can’t remember all the side effects that Benjamin told me.” He rub
Sophie..The sun hung in the sky as the trees and canopy filtered its sun rays. The chatter of the guests finally ceased as the orchestra began to play, and I walked down the aisle. My pristine white gown glowed as much as the smile on my face. My eyes were fixed on Alex, who stood beneath the arbour decorated with white and yellow lilies.My steps were in harmony with the music, and a flower was caught between my hands. It was a small wedding, as I didn’t want anything big. Since we never divorced, I didn’t really need anything big. Previously Alex and I had only done a secret court wedding, but now he said he wanted the world to know I was his and he was mine. The warmth in my chest intensified as I drew closer to the arbor. The eyes of the guest were staring at me in awe. Getting to the Arbour, Alex turned, and we both faced the officiant. Our gazes were locked on each other, and a smile teased our lips as those beautiful vows rolled off our tongues. Each beautiful word stir
Sophie ..Alex and I sauntered through the hallways of the museum, checking out the artwork. From the little time I had spent with him, he wasn’t really into paintings, but he was into craftwork. “Do you want to see something more beautiful?” Alex turned to me. Curiosity arched my brows. A beautiful smile burnt on his lips as he stretched out his hand. “Trust me.” Without hesitating, I slid my fingers into his, and he led me out of the museum into a beautiful garden. The scent of flowers traced the air. The cool breeze wrapped us as we moved deeper into the garden.“I never expected a garden to be here,” I said, my hand still caught in his. His teasing warmth sank through my palm. Without turning back, he said, “I found out the third time we came here.”I swung my gaze to him, and it fell on his broad back that looked alluring beneath the suit. “We’ve been here before?” I questioned. “Yes.” I resisted the urge to smack my head. All those beautiful memories are lost in the ab
Sophie..Two weeks had slipped by after Liam’s surgery, but he was still at the hospital for monitoring. I had returned to my hotel room.Locking the door, I sank to the floor. My muscles were weak from all the nights I had pulled. My heart was heavy as the doctor said Liam was healing slowly—much slower than usual.I couldn’t wait for my boy to be well, so he ran around and asked for ice cream. To return to school and play with his friends. An ache shot through me anytime I remembered his voice and how lively they were. After a while of consoling myself, I rose to my feet and headed towards the shower. Turning the shower on, the hot water poured down. The heat enveloped my skin, offering a sense of relief as it loosened my muscles. The vanilla scent of my shampoo filled the bathroom and steam fogged the glass partitions of the bathroom.After the shower, I wrapped my towel around my body and strode out of the bathroom. Alex’s words echoed in my head, haunting my mind. My lips pre
Alex ..My eyes fluttered open, and a sharp throb coursed through my head, inciting a wince from my throat. A deep ache swathed my lower back and pelvis region. “Alex.” My mother leaned in and cradled my face. “How are you feeling? Can you tell your legs?” Her hands hovered around me as she checked me.“I’m fine. How’s Liam? My voice came out coarse. I attempted to lift my body up, but it was unresponsive, like my nerves had been disconnected from my brain.My mother sprang up and placed her hands on my shoulders; she pushed me back into the bed. “You need to rest. I doubt your legs are working.”“What?” My eyes bulged at our as I craned my neck, her hands still pinning me down by my shoulders. My mother’s lips curled upward. “Because of the anaesthesia and soreness. It might be hard for you to walk for some time.” letting me go, she dropped back into her seat. “Liam and Sophie?” I pressed “Liam is fine. The surgery was successful, and Sophie is by her son’s side.”A soft smile
Sophie . . The drive from his office to his hospital was heavy with silence, and awkward glances. It was very obvious Alex was having a hard time digesting the news. Shock was boldly written on his face like a billboard. I still remember how his eyes widened and his mouth gaped. My cheeks turned red as embarrassment crept in. Alex parked the car in the car park of the hospital. We both stepped out and scurried towards the Doctor’s office. After He explained everything to Alex, Alex was led to the laboratory to run the compatibility test. I sank onto the long seat in the hallways outside the laboratory room. I buried my head into my bed palms and another wave of tears began to well up again. I was so confused and I had no idea what to do. Should I return to Liam or should I wait here till the result comes out? Sitting here wouldn’t change the outcome of the result. I rose to my feet and trudged down the hallway. With three turns to the left and a turn to the right, I a
Sophie ..My eyes widened, and I inched back, like I was trying to create space between me and the news. “What do you mean you’re not his father?” My voice quivered before darkening. “It’s Liam, we are talking about. Our son, not some random kid.” My heart thundered against my chest, shooting panic into me and filling my veins with dread. What the hell was he saying?”“This is not the time for pranks, Luca,” I said, my brain refusing to accept those words he just spat out. “Our son’s life is at stake here.” My voice rose.Luca sagged deeper into the wall, and his hands tightened by his side. But no word left his lips; not even a breath left his lips.My eyes fell to the floor as his words started to sink in. This wasn't a game. This was real. Luca wasn’t the father of Liam. My gaze swung to him. “If you are not the father, then who is?” The words burnt my tongue, and a raw shot through my chest.Luca’s lips tightened and his eyes rounded. But he stood still. Silence stretched betwe
Sophie..I drew a little breath as I placed the thermometer on his forehead. It beeped as it read forty degrees Celsius. “His temperature hasn’t dropped." Luca questioned, leaning on the doorframe of Liam’s room. I shook my head. “I have given him his medications, and I have done everything the doctor said. He doesn’t seem to get anything better.” I turned back on the wooden chair to face Luca. My brows lowered and my lips curled downward. “Or is it because of the big bowl of ice cream?” Luca chuckled lightly and he moved closer. He placed his left hand on the backrest of the chair, while his right hand tucked my hair behind my ears. “It’s been over a month. There’s no way an ice cream can make someone sick for that long.” I returned my gaze to Liam. “The doctor said if his fever doesn’t get better by tomorrow, We would have to take him for more checkups.” I exhaled. Luca’s eyes hovered over my features—my puffy eyes and droopy eyelids, the black circles. “Try and get some rest
Alex . . The darkness wrapped its blanket across the sky, and the lights of the city were glowing. The breeze whispered its cool tune into the atmosphere. Stepping into the five-star restaurant, one of the waiters led me to the private dining room. Soon I stood before the door. I arranged the collars of my black dress shirt. I adjusted the bouquet of red roses. My chest tightened as it had been a long while since I went on a date with a lady. Heaving in a puff, I stepped into the private dining room. My gaze settled on the dining setup positioned beneath the geometric chandelier. The yellow light bouncing off the white walls adorned with some art pictures, I didn't appreciate. “Should I get you a bottle of red wine as you await your date?” The waiter asked. “Yes, thank you,” I responded. The waiter turned around and closed the door behind him while I strode and settled in the beige upholstered seat close to the expansive windows that gave a view of the city from a h
Alex . . It’s been a week, and I was back in Manhattan. Back in the house that crumpled my happiness and made my future so bleak. Despite the quietness that filled every corner of the house except the kitchen, the aroma of my favourite dish that lined the air, and the nagging of Uncle Niall from the other end of the phone, the only thing I could think of was not getting a chance to hang out with Sophie again. Myles had returned to Manhattan three days earlier, and there went my perfect excuse for hanging out thrown into the mud. “You need to spend more time with your mother. She isn’t getting any younger.” Uncle Niall’s chide continued as I ascended the stairs. I didn’t know what all the yapping was about, but his nagging about spending time with my mother had started getting on my nerves. Running the company wasn’t a child’s play. Mr. Watson’s nephew was a puppet, only good for shows. I was still running the operations in Manhattan and Amsterdam. The building in San Fra