"HUBBYYY I'M HOMEEEEEEEE!" Just like the past eight days, she shouts the same thing whenever she's back from wherever she went. It used to be BABYYY I'M HOMEEEEEEEE but she changed it the day after we got married. I haven't told her I know about the lies. I am still giving her the chance to confess, because I guess, I guess I really love her too much that I don't want to face the reality, if she's going to walk away after the confrontation. I've imagined marrying her since years ago, and now that I do I think I'm going to hold onto that Hubby title at least until we're back in New York. Let's just enjoy this honeymoon with the last bit of memories I can put in my mind before everything goes tumbling down. I've thought about playing the game; to pretend I don't know anything at all. But I know myself better, and I refuse to live the rest of my life in hatred and resentment. I've already wasted four years of my life, I'm not going to be an idiot to spend the rest in denial. Though
"When are you going to tell me?" I've waited since the day I found out. I've waited since two days before our wedding.I've waited all day on our wedding day. I fucking waited every single day during our honeymoon. And now that we've reached my place after eight days vacation at Greece, I can't hold it any longer. "Hmmm? Tell you what?" She's fucking good at this. No wonder I couldn't detect it at all. "You've lied for four fucking years," I glare at her as she's stunned at my outburst, "When are you going to tell me about it? When, Eve? When?"She finally has that worried look on her face. Her hands stop folding the clothes altogether as she lifts her face to meet my eyes. "What do you mean?" There's vibrations in her voice as she looks at me with her big brown eyes. Her black hair that is tied loosely is complimenting her long neck. She's beautiful, and looked so delicate. Innocent. But she's a goddamn liar. "You never plan to tell me, do you? Was it so easy to fool me? Fou
That Sunday, Mom and Dad asked where my wife was, why isn't she joining the family brunch. I didn't plan to tell them the truth considering she'll be back in a month once she realised she's pregnant so I told them the food-poisoning lie. The following Sunday, thank God it's our 'free' weekend so there is no Sunday Brunch. But on the third Sunday since she left, I had to somehow dragged myself to Maddy's place for our infamous brunch. "Where's Evie? She's still sick?" Mom asks the moment I get into the house. I kiss her cheek before telling her the excuse I've thought all week, "She has a school trip today, she's sorry she can't make it." "Why didn't she call us and apologise on her own?" Maddy raises an eyebrow, as if suspecting something. She wasn't happy with my marriage with Eve but she didn't say anything when we met for brunch three Sundays ago. I'm not sure if she's still unhappy about the marriage but can't say she's glad either. "Uncle Teeeeen!" The girls shout as soon
"Jackson's coming tonight?" I ask Carrie while we're doing our homework together at her room. She stops writing as she looks at me, grinning. "What time is he coming?" I ask, a little bit disappointed to know I can't stay here tonight since her boyfriend is coming over. Ever since I move back to my house, or Dani's house as of two weeks ago, I've been miserable. Dani used to rent a small studio with her husband but ever since the twins came, she had been wanting to find a bigger place. Their salaries aren't that big, along with two expensive babies, so they had to suck it up until I told her about my wedding. She volunteered herself to take care of our house since I'm moving in with my uhh, then-husband, so within that one week when I was at Greece, she had moved everything back into the house. She occupies Emily's room since it's the biggest, puts the cribs in Serena's room, while stocks some stuff in her old room as if it's a storage room. Thank God she hasn't touched my room,
‘You never plan to tell me, do you?’I honestly don't know what to say to that. I've always wanted to be honest with him, but at the same time I want to keep what we have. Uhh, had. I was so scared you'd distance yourself from me, and when you tell me you want four years of my life just like how I took yours, I was ready to give it, even if you want my whole life. But to divorce me after four years? After three children?I thought I married the most sensible man I've ever met, but you definitely proved me wrong. ‘You're only 18, what the hell are you doing Evie?! Getting married to my boss? My BOSS? Are you mad?! He's twice your age! You have a whole future in front of you, why would you marry him and be his sugar baby? Is that what it is? Money? I taught you better than this, Evie! Find your own money, like all your sisters do! Not open your legs to a billionaire who's twice your age!’The voicemail Serena left on my wedding day shattered my heart. But I kept going with my honeymoo
I've been taking birth control pills since I was 14, to ease down my horrible period cramp; Emily took me to the gynae and she prescribed those for me, up until now. Even when I'm not having sex, I still diligently take those pills every single day. So why? After 4 years, why is my birth control not working? "Are you sure?" Lydia takes my hand, "Are you sure, Evie?" "Since when?" I brainstorm at Carrie's enquiry. Shit, I don't know. I don't remember when did I last had my period. "It's okay, it's okay Evie. Let's take a test." Carrie gets up, "I'll go buy one then we'll know for sure. Okay?" I nod. I don't know what to say but my mind runs wild of how bad this is going to be if I really am pregnant. I might hate kids but I can never bring myself to abort one, and this is mine and Augustine's. The product of our love. But I can't be an assistant and go to night school with a baby. I don't even like babies for God's sake, so to take care of one? No. Not happening. I'm still a kid
After six weeks of not hearing anything from her, I wonder if things didn't work as planned. Did the pills not working? Did I calculate the date wrong? Is it my sperms? Are they abnormal? Weak? Slow? That they can't reach her egg to create our baby? What's happening? "Mr Knight," Parker's voice along with a knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. I look up to find the big guy is standing next to the door."Miss Eve is downstairs. She requested to see you. Should I bring her up?" Nobody knows about our break up, so Parker must have thought she's visiting as a loving wife. "Okay." I give a green light as I stand up to walk towards the restroom. I've been miserable the entire month she was gone and I don’t even care about what I look like despite comments from people that I seems to be the opposite of what newlyweds should be. But now, I need to look my best. She can't know I'm miserable without her. When I return from the restroom, Parker stops me just before I enter my room,
I can't wait to go home, to see if she'd be the sweet woman I've been loving all these while, or the cunning fox who showed her true colors in my office. But when the clock strikes 6, instead of going home I stay a little bit longer. I don't want her to think I'm eager to go home. I want her to know that I couldn't care less about her, be it she's away from me or residing in my penthouse. Though I did send a few bodyguards to help her move her stuff. Which I think she barely need to bring anything since all her belongings are exactly where they were when she left. I finally get out of my office around 9, and when I reach home I can smell the tempting brownies. Her infamous brownies. "Hubbyyy you're homeee!" Her cheerful voice greets me as she runs towards me with the smile that looks like a genuine smile, unlike the fake one she had in my office earlier. "I miss you," she hooks her hands on my neck then tiptoes to kiss me but I refuse to lean in so she settles by kissing my neck