"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
Every choice has its own consequences; that's life. I have the options, and I've made my decision, so whatever negative feelings I have right now should be waived aside because I made my bed; I decided to go to Augustine so now let's lie on the bed I made. Or in this case, get up every morning at 6am to catch the early train to Rosewood for school. It's rush hour so I have to be at the subway station before 7, or risk getting late to school. It's 10 minutes ride to the central, then I have to change to another line to get to Rosewood. Add another 10 minutes plus all the walking from one line to another, wait in the super long line, aaaaand finally we're here. But it's not over yet, I have to walk from the subway station to my school for another 5 minutes and then, finallyyyyy, like finally around 8 or a little bit after 8 I'll reach my school. Shit it's only been four days staying at the penthouse but I'm dead tired from the commute. More than one hour in the morning, and around
I've given birth to two beautiful baby boys at 38 weeks, thank God we managed to keep them longer compared to Mason and Mimi ten years ago. Both were ridiculously long and heavy I am absolutely grateful I had them via c-section instead of getting my hoo-haa destroyed with how big the boys are. "Mummy," Mason calls me when I'm busy packing my breastmilk prior transferring to the freezer, "We're all waiting for you." He pulls his long face as he looks at me boringly. "Yeah yeah okay, give me a minute. Almost done." We're having our newborn photoshoot at the garden today since we didn't do that with our first twin. Augustine insisted on having it done before the boys are one month old. "Come on girlllll!" Carrie enters the kitchen joining Mason who's already sitting in front of the island, hands under the chin. Did I mention Augustine also invited family and close friends for this casual brunch? Yeah right, 'casual' with a catering crew and a buffet in the garden. I haven't seen wha
"Goodnight Sweetheart," he whispers on my ear as he yawns. He must be tired from everything he does today; work, kids, stuff. While me, who is still on bedrest, is seriously feeling restless by having absolutely nothing to do. I've tried gardening, cooking dinner, watching Netfl!x, and a bunch other useless boring things but I'm sooooo NOT tired that I can't sleep this early. I am full of energy, and these boys too by the way they're kicking me right now. Have I mentioned how horny I've been? That's all I can think of whenever he's with me- those delicious abs, the seductive smirk, deep sexy voice, firm ass, damn he's like a sexual object right now. Which I can only see but cannot touch. "Are you asleep?" I ask him in a low tone. He has stopped stroking my hair so there's a big possibility he already is. "Hmmm?" He hums sleepily. "I want you." "Hmmm." He hums again lazily, clearly uninterested. "I wanna have sex with you." "Hm." Can I take it as a yes? I've asked consent and
For God sake, fuck me already. He has been sticking his hard cock between our body every single night for three months now and yet he hasn't done anything about it. I'm sure I haven't gotten fat, only my tummy is going out a bit but other than that, I'm still wearing the same size. So what's happening? Why isn't he fucking me anymore? Does he want me to fuck him? Like I did before? When he called me his mistress?But I am still thinking. I am still in that thinking (or if we were to be precise; trying-to-accept-his-apology) period so it should be him who does the fucking. Afterall, he's the one who thinks with the dick all the time so what's happening? Why is he not that barbaric, egoistic, sex maniac man anymore? "Are you working today?" He asks on our way to the car after we're done with the monthly check-up. Our babies are healthy and growing, I'm officially in my second trimester now. He opens the door for me so I slip inside the car and sit in the passenger seat. He gets in
It's Friday and I was planning to pick up my wife and kids, uhh, my ex-wife and kids from school and work since 'someone' is gonna have her first sleepover this weekend but again, a crisis happened that I had to stay at work until seven. I fucking left the whole thing to Gerard and fled home eventhough we're nowhere near solving the crisis because there's no way I'm gonna miss the first dinner with them."You're sure about sharing the bed with Mimi?" I ask her when we're cleaning up after dinner. The kids are transferring the dishes from the dining table to the kitchen sink as both of us stand next to the island, packing the leftovers. As usual, she doesn't say anything unless it's necessary so I go further into explaining, "You can sleep in the guest room if you want. It will be a lot more comfortable." And maybe I can sneak in at midnight and accidentally fall asleep there. "K we're done." Mason announces after he puts the last plate there. "I'll load the dishwasher, you guys ca
I don't know what else to do I'm seriously so fucking tired from the work, Eve, and the kids. It's only been four weeks but I feel like I'm already reaching my maximum capacity of tolerating this. Every day I would wake up in Eve's little bed, kiss her good morning and tell her how much I love her, how sorry I still am, and off I go to my house so I can shower and have breakfast with the kids before sending them to school. Work for the whole 8 hours, then pick up Eve from her work place, send her home, back to the kids to have dinner with them and tuck them in bed before going to the apartment to spend the night with my wife. Uhh, ex wife. Mother of my children. I'm tired with this routine, and I feel worse when Eve still won't talk to me. I shouldn't complain because I'm the one who caused all of these but I'm just ranting out here. I don't know what I did, that made Eve refused to talk to me till this day, but I'm beat. So the last trick in my book would be this, bringing her
I can't, because I'm afraid he'd leave again if anything I say would trigger the same mood, if the next time he leaves he'd leave for good, with the kids. He was gone in the morning after an I-love-you and another apology. It's Sunday, so by 10.30 am Charles was already downstairs to pick me up for the fourth Sunday meeting with the twins. We have our baking class today, and as usual Mimi and Augustine will be in one team while Mason and I in another. "You seriously think I'd believe that?" Mimi shakes her head in disbelief as she stirs the bowl in front of her. We're learning how to make apple pie today."You never complained." He shrugs as he keeps on slicing the pastry."Because you look like you believed your own story," she shrugs too, it's cute how those two are behaving the same way and not realising it, "Didn't wanna crush your heart."He scoffs, finally looking at her, "Didn't wanna crush my heart? I was doing that so 'I' won't be crushing yours and Mason's heart." "Well
'Disappear from my life for all I care, you're dead to me.'I'm awake in tears as I've been the past four days. The same line keeps on looping in my mind when I'm in subconscious mind and eventually forces me to wake up in the middle of the night that I'd cry until I've fallen asleep again or the morning comes. I keep my eyes closed despite the tears staining my cheeks, because it sucks to open your eyes to this dark, cold night only to realise I'm pathetically crying alone in my bed. "I swear I'm not lying, I swear Augustine. I really didn't plan for this." I swear with my own life that I don't plan for this baby. I swear I never planned to use anything against him. I'm beyond grateful to spend time with the twins once a month, why would I do something to upset him when I'm trying my best to make him happy so I can see the twins every Sunday instead of just fourth Sundays.'We haven't been pregnant the whole time and you expect me to believe that now? When I've confessed my feeling
I regretted what I said the moment those words rang in my ears but I left anyway, because I couldn't take the sight of her crying face anymore. How could she lie to me after all the promises she made? Even if she doesn't love me anymore, how come she has the heart to manipulate our situation into this? Using another baby? She fucking swore she won't do it. Why would she drag another life into this? After three days I've finally calmed down and go back to the penthouse. We need to talk, and lay down the plan. I don't want that innocent baby to be caught in the middle like Mason and Mimi were. They end up not getting their mother's love for five years, thanks to my hatred towards her. I don't want that to happen to the baby. Everybody deserves their mother's love, and I'm too old for this revenge shit. But the penthouse is empty. For the fact it's almost 11 now. It's not Friday night so she's not having her girls night. Where is she? "She's home." "I 'am' home, J. She's not here."
I can't just 'whatever' her, because I love her. Even if I want to 'whatever' her so bad, I care. I fucking care about her. I care every bit of her to the point of noticing even the littlest thing, of how she has changed these days as if she's trying to distance herself from me. Every time I arrive at the penthouse after tucking the twins to bed, I would always find her already sleeping. For God sake, it was only 8pm when I got there but she had already dozed off either on the bed or on the couch, in her work clothes. At first I wondered if she had been staying up when I go home after we finish fucking, if she continued working until late at night hence the lack of sleep. But it happened every single day. She couldn't be working every night, and back then before the fight, she never did this so...I hate to think this is one of her ways to not have sex with me- I had to be this inconsiderate, horny old man who'd wake a tired, snoring lady just to claim his good time. Sounds like a