Liam’s POVDiverse thoughts flowed through my mind while Laura snuggled closer to me on the couch in the sitting room. What if Avery decided to tell Nana everything that has been going on? Why did she choose to go there today of all days? Is there a possibility that she is truly tired of this marriage? My head kept racing non-stop in my chest while I reclined into the chair, Laura looked up at me and slowly lifted her hands to my cheek. “Are you okay Liam? You look so pale and tired suddenly, Does this have anything to do with Avery going to your Nana’s house? Feigning a smile I replied, “I'm fine Laura, let’s just watch the series.” She looked displeased with my response but still managed to push the whole thing forward, “I know you are so afraid of your Nana but Why is that? She is not even your biological grandmother? So what is the fuss about?” her insensitive words echoed across the sitting room. Quickly I placed my right hand over her mouth in a bid to shut her up, “Do you
Avery’s POVShelia walked into Emma’s office immediately after knocking twice, “Sorry Miss Emma for interrupting you, but Mr. Jamal has been waiting outside your office for the past twenty minutes.” Sighing Emma stared at me for some minutes I nodded slightly knowing what she was requesting, and then she replied, “Ask him to come in,” Instantly Shelia smiled and bowed slightly before walking out of her office. “Are you sure about this Avery?” she asked inaudibly. I nodded slightly with a warm smile on my lips, “I will just excuse myself, Can I use your restroom?” I inquired calmly. “Yes, you can Avery.” I stood up quickly from the couch and walked briskly towards her restroom trying to avoid Jamal. Immediately, I opened the restroom door, he walked into Emma’s office. I quickly shut the door and leaned on it with my back, Jamal’s cologne filled the office and even the restroom where I was standing. My heart did not stop racing, I held my chest trying to calm myself, but it was fut
"Congratulations, Liam! You truly deserve it," the presenter beamed as she handed him the golden statuette, a glint of admiration in her eyes. My heart sank. Liam Leon Galloway, my contracted husband, the man who never loved me from the start, was now being celebrated on the grand stage of the 51st Annual Movie Academy Award. And there she was, that woman beside him, looking at him with such adoration, a smile that I know never for once belonged to me but neither to her. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, trying to suppress the torrent of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. How did it come to this? The life I thought I had was crumbling before my eyes, replaced by a cruel reality I couldn't escape. Liam's speech echoed through the room, each word a dagger in my chest. "Thanking God," he said, his voice carrying across the screen. There was no God in my world, only an empty void that once held love and dreams. I wiped my tears angrily, trying to regain composure.
AVERY’S POV I quietly, but swiftly composed myself at the sound of his voice. If he so much as suspected I had been crying, he would only find a way to make me more miserable. "Congrats Liam. You won!" I mustered every bit of excitement I could feel with such a gloomy life like mine in my voice. "You watched." He said it like a statement, but knowing Liam was knowing it was a question. A question that required me feeding his bloated ego. "I did. You looked so dashing. There was definitely no one that could have won over you." I could feel the cocky grin he was sure to be spotting now. It was silent at the other end of the line. Which meant he had found a quiet spot. Perhaps, his dressing room. Where the walls were thick, and he could do, and say whatever, while retaining the heartthrob of the nation title. "If you weren't so damn annoying, you could have been up that stage with me tonight. It's your fault you're sitting alone at home, in that ugly robe of yours, instead of
"Debby." I said, hurriedly picking up my robe, and covering up. She chuckled, coming in. "I came to drop off your dress for dinner. You didn't answer when I knocked, so I came in anyway. You don't mind, do you?" She was taunting me. Just like her boss, she loved to see me defeated. She was his PA afterall, and she worshiped him. If he asked her to throw me into a burning fire, she would do so with a smirk. Maybe then she could finally get the opportunity to catch his attention beyond being a slave to his needs. "Thank you." I faked a smile, as she dropped the bagged up dress on my bed. "Did you watch him win tonight? He looked heavenly right?" She asked in a dreamy voice, not a care in the world if she was standing before his wife. "He did." I simply said. "So you watched. Did you see the woman in his arms? Didn't she used to be your best friend?" She chuckled mockingly. The heaviness in my chest returned. I had to give it to Liam. He knew to send her to talk me down, s
Jamel rose to his feet, and turned around to face Liam. My heart began to thump loudly against my chest. Just what I needed. A man who didn't love me, but was super protective, and a man I once loved, who was hell bent on still protecting me. "Liam. I didn't think you were here. Oh wait, I did see you a few minutes ago with all those women surrounding you. Must be nice right?" He was pushing for a fight. The nails on my fingers dug into my palm as I held my breath in wait for Liam's response. There was going to be a tussle, and I would end up being on the receiving end of Liam's bile. If only Jamel knew nothing he was doing was of help, he would stop at once. "It's not my fault the ladies like to rally around me. If you were less hideous, perhaps you'd get your own share of attention." He shrugged. I could see he was fighting hard to keep his cool. But behind those eyes, I knew a demon was struggling to come out. Jamel chuckled dryly. "Maybe it's just me, but if I had a wife a
I closed my eyes as the headlight of the car converged on my face. It instantly took me back to three years and three months ago. FLASHBACK My alarm blaring woke me up. As I opened my eyes, my reality hit me like a wrecking ball. Life was such a fickle journey. One second, I was traveling continents with my best friends, but now, I couldn't afford two meals a day. As I laid on my bed, my mind wandered. I thought of the really good times. After all, my imagination was the only thing keeping me together right now. If I didn't have my thoughts, I would have lost my mind already. No one deserved this kind of pain. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. Who ever thought Avery Livingston would move from her mansion to this dilapidated one bedroom apartment? The IT girl everyone wanted to associate with. The biggest retail therapist in the City. The only one who could comfortably walk into a store, and splurge millions on impulse. In a twinkle of an eye, it was all gone. My fami
Avery’s POV I lay with my back on my old bed, reminiscing about everything that transpired earlier today. It felt surreal, but it occurred as the groceries Liam got for me were sitting comfortably on a small stool at the end of the room. My room served as a sitting room as my mom’s old sofa sat comfortably close to the door and the small-sized bed we shared was sitting close to the wall. Thankfully, my mother before she fell sick was able to create a makeshift kitchen, but that was not my focus now. Reaching in my purse, I brought out the business card Liam placed in my hands before driving away into the night after he dropped me off at the entrance of my street. Earlier I was too embarrassed to bring him here, this dilapidated building would have been a course of shame to the man who just offered me a better life and a means of escape from this shabby world. Sighing, I read the initials at the bottom of the card, Liam Leon Galloway- “So this is the full name of my angel