Alex..“You promised not to do anything erratic.” Benjamin stomped towards me, his gaze pierced through mine.Without mercy, An intense heat coursed through me. Every inhale pierced all through to my lungs. Imagine losing the most important thing in your life to a lie. Furrowing my brows, I snorted. “You think that’s me being erratic.” I moved towards the metal chair. My knuckles blanched as I gripped the legs of the chair. “This is being erratic,” I roared, loud and guttural. Every muscle in my hand tightened as I swung the chair down, striking the table. The high-pitched noise echoed, metallic and grating. Benjamin’s eyes widened, and his lips couldn’t say anything, and his legs couldn’t move forward—they all froze. All Clark could do was seek solace from the cold walls as he snuggled deeper into the wall, his body stiffening. Again and again and again, I struck the chair against the table; every strike vibrated through my palm, shooting a dull throb up my arms. But I couldn’t l
Alex..Mr. Watson had left the house. The shards of the broken plates glittered on the floor like the shards of our shattered expectations. My mother and I sat on the opposite end of the long table. Mia was on the left side of the table, her eyes still on her fingers as she fidgeted with them. The air was thick, and the aroma of food couldn’t lighten the mood.“What are we going to do now?” My mother let out a heavy sigh. She glared at Mia before facing me. “Now, we are back to square one.” She slaps her hand on the table before biting her nail. The smacking sound filled the air, causing Mia to flinch as though my mother was about to hit her.I continued to sip on my whiskey. What weighed on my mind now was getting rid of Mia. My mother rose and walked towards me. She dropped in the seat beside me, settling on my left. She furled her hands around my forearm. “This is why we can’t let anyone know the child doesn’t belong to you.” My mother’s brows lowered. “They might even think you
Sophie . . 8 a.m. and I was already in the waiting room of the hospital for an antenatal checkup. I checked around, and I doubted I would see Adeline since most of the time I came by noon because of work. A soft groan escaped me. I should have called her. How could I have forgotten then, probably because I was too excited. Luca shot the thick fantasy book that looked like an Oxford dictionary, his index fingers still holding a place between pages. “Are you alright?” Luca questioned; his other hand ran down mine before cupping my palms that rested on the armrest beside him. “Yes, I am just excited.” The flutters in my stomach affirmed my words. “And you? It might be awkward following a pregnant woman for her checkup.” A muffled chuckle escaped his lips. “I haven’t done this before. Awkward?” His gaze swept across the waiting room. “I don’t think so. I’m not the only man here.” “I mean, the men are their spouses, and you know. They're here for.. you know. emotional support.”
Alex..I descended the three-step stairs that connected the entryway to the living room. A frown etched across my face, one that had refused to leave since Uncle Niall came this morning. I left for work before he arrived and mother had taken Mia somewhere to avoid my uncle from asking her questions. “Wipe that frown off your face.” My mother flipped through the magazine that rested on her thighs. “You don’t want him thinking you hate him.” My mother gazed at me beneath her lashes.Tossing my business bag on the floor, I dropped on the sofa. I snorted; I hadn't seen him, yet a stinging sensation had already made a home in my stomach. “Have you talked to Mia?” I loosened my red tie and tossed it on the sofa. “That she needs to avoid him at all costs." I zeroed in on my mother, who seemed more indulged in the magazine than the matter on the ground.Uncle Niall had this gift of asking simple and random questions and getting important information. “I have talked to her, and she is in
Sophie ..The food wasn’t close to being done, yet the aroma of the chicken had filled the kitchen, opening a hungry portal in my stomach. I drew an invisible map on the four-seater dining table with acacia wood, my back pressed against the wooden backrest. The hardness of the seat biting into my butt. Romi opened the cupboard fixed to the upper part of the white tiled walls, her fingers brushing against the brown wood as it creaked open. “I can’t believe you are having twins.” She took out some bottles of condiments and placed them on the white counter beneath the cupboard. “And two boys.” She glanced at me. “Brace yourself. They are tiny terrorists. I repeat terrorist.” George and Georgia's screams filled the house, drowning out the bubbling sound of the water boiling in the pot. I giggled as she rolled her eyes—this was the seventh time they had screamed within the last thirty minutes. Ignoring the scream, she opened the pack of spaghetti and put it into the pot. “Isn’t the f
Alex ..It’s been four days since Uncle Niall arrived, and the air in the house didn’t seem to get any lighter. He was always in places he shouldn't be—my father’s room that no one had entered since he died, my father’s favorite gazebo in the far corner of the property, that it felt forgotten, the study room that missed my father’s presence—Uncle Niall was everywhere like he was trying to rewrite my father’s existence with his.Stepping into the entryway, my mother's sobs slipped into my ears. I quickened my pace, and on getting to the living room, my eyes fell on my mother sitting on the couch, her head buried in her hands. And Uncle Niall, as usual, his hands always touching things that weren't his. His right hand wrapped around her, his fingers sinking into her upper arm, and the left brushed against the cartoon colored jeans trousers he wore. Irritation knitted my brows together as I headed towards them, my pace faster than my tired legs could keep up. Before my mother, I lower
Alex ..This man’s presence was mentally wrenching and physically gnawing. Almost thoughtfully, I sprang up to my feet, and with a quick gait, I marched to the hallway. My shoulders mistakenly bumped into Uncle Niall’s as I passed by. But no apology, not even by mistake, left my lips. The yellow lamps fixed on the white paneled walls fell on Mia’s surprised, stricken face; her eyes wide and her mouth struggled to close. A feigned smile effortlessly walked its way onto my lips as I cradled Mia in my arm. “Mia, what are you doing here? It’s quite late; return to your room.” I rubbed her bulging stomach with my left hand. “You need to rest well.” Uncle Niall faced Mia. “Boredom is neither good for you nor your baby. You shouldn’t spend all day in your room.” He turned to me. “Think about my proposal. Let me help you out.” After walking past the three abstract paintings that adorned the wall, he turned to the left and disappeared into the hallway that led to his room. Facing Mia, t
Sophie..The afternoon was usual. Summer oppressed the atmosphere, making the air thick and stagnant. The blue of the L-shaped pool contrasted with the vibrant green carpet of grass, hiding the hard ground beneath it in the backyard of Luca’s villa. I laid on the white outdoor pool lounge chair beneath the citrus tree that provided shade from the angry sun; its refreshing tart smell of lime traced the air, stamping its presence in the backyard.My mind was as thick as the air as Romi’s words lingered. A soft groan escaped me. Was I cursed? Why did all the men in my life leave me? First my father, then Alex. What if Luca left me too?I reached out for the chilled orange juice that had begun to succumb to the hot air. Bringing the transparent straw to my lips, I sipped from it. Although drowned in my ugly thoughts, I still took some seconds to appreciate the zesty tang that tantalized my tongue. If only my life could be as sweet as this orange juice.The soft thud stole the silence f
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