“What are you doing here?” I narrowed my eyes at the person on the other side of the door.“Hello, Jewel. Is this how you treat a co-wife?” She smiled at me. “Don't tell me you are jealous. Are you?” She pursed her lips with a self-satisfied smile on her face.She's dressed in a black body con handless gown that made her breasts look like they were about to spill out should she so much as bend.“What are you doing here?” I narrowed my eyes at the shameless female. “Have you somehow lost your way?”“What else do you think I'm doing here?” She pursed her lips, “don't you think my baby should be near the father?” She asked as if it were the most obvious answer to my question.“Near the father, you said?” I scoffed, “aren't you a shameless little whore? Last I checked, you are not his wife, and neither are you a mistress. Why don't you take your stinking body back to where you came from, you whore.”Since I can't beat her as much as I would have loved to, I resorted to insults. At least I
“Your baby is healthy,” Dr Ben smiled at me. “In two weeks, you will be able to know the gender of the baby.”“Wow,” I smiled at him. “Thanks for your help, doctor. Without you, I don't think I would have reached this level.”He was the one who gave me hope when it seemed like all hope had been lost. Had he not suggested the treatment when I got the diagnosis, who knows what I would have done. “It's my job as a doctor, to help people,” he smiled at me. “Have you told your husband yet?” He asked with a smile. “I bet he's thrilled about the baby.”“Oh, yeah. He will be here with me next time I come for the check-up.” I lied through my teeth because I'm just not in the mood to answer any of his questions should he start to ask why I haven't told my husband, and all those stuff like that. It has been three weeks since Pearl came to my house to cause trouble. Miguel is still trying to sort things with her, while I'm patiently waiting for everything to be over, so I can tell my husband th
I didn't bother calling Nikki over, to pick me up because I knew she will likely leave whatever she was doing when she gets the distress call. I'm not that wicked to separate get from her work just because I feel broken-hearted. I took a cab home and paid him with my credit card, grateful that he's one of the few taxis that pay through that method.Thankfully, Star wasn't back by the time I returned home, so I sneaked into my room. I kept on discreetly checking my phone, expecting to receive a call from my husband, begging me to forgive him because he didn't mean to accuse me. However, I got no call like that. I sat in my room throughout the day as my mind tried to replay what happened earlier. All through my walk from the office to the house, I tried to think of how everything went wrong.One minute, I was hurrying to his office to tell him of the good news, and the next minute, everything went tumbling down. It seemed like heaven was against me. “God.”Everything confused me.
The time on the wall clock made me gasp. It was almost 10:30, and he wasn't back from work. “Why isn't he back, yet?” I worriedly glanced at the ceiling before I decided to call him to check up on him.I took my phone from the bedside table and dialled his number, half believing it will be switched off like it was earlier, but I was surprised when the phone rang. It rang thrice before he picked up the call.“Hello—”“Where are you? Why aren't you back yet?” I asked the moment he answered the call. My tone was laced with worry as I stared at the wall clock. “Are you working overtime? Why was your phone switched off when I tried it?”“Pearl is still at the hospital. She had a major complication from the push. I have to stay at the hospital with her.” He said in a tired tone, sighing into the call. “Why is that bitch still trying to make life uncomfortable for others? Isn't she satisfied with what she has done, already?” I felt the urge to leap into the phone and seek her out wherever
I didn't go to school because my mind was filled with thoughts of my husband and the words he spoke to me last night. As much as I tried to, I couldn't forget the bite of those words. I stared into space as I tried not to think of it, but each minute, my mind kept on repeating those words as if it were trying to remind me of what a douche my husband is.I checked my phone as if I were expecting a call from him. But there was nothing. He didn't so much as send a message to me. I rolled on the bed and would have continued to think had it not been for my baby that decided it was time to eat. I slowly rose from the bed and walked out of my room, to get breakfast.“Aunt Star, your nephew wants to eat,” I cheerfully said when I entered the kitchen. Both Nikki and Star turned to look at me with puzzled expressions on their faces. The way they stared at me made it seem like they were wondering what was going on with me. “You're acting rather strange, Jewel. Could it be the pregnancy?” Sta
MiguelIt has been five freaking years since Jewel left. I have tried to locate her, but haven't been successful. I tried every means possible to locate her, but it seemed like she disappeared into thin air. I ran a hand through my hair as I stared at the piles of files in front of me. For five years, I have buried myself in my work, trying to lessen the thoughts of my wife, but nothing seems to help. I'm always thinking of her, and the mistake I made those years ago. Back then, I knew that Pearl was lying, but I needed enough evidence against her. That was why I attempted to play to the beat of her music. However, it cost me my priceless jewel. If only I didn't do that. Had I not spoken those harsh words to her, she wouldn't have left me. She would have still been here with me. I stared at my window. Star and Nikki left the house a week after Jewel disappeared. Until now, they have not contacted me because they blamed me so much for what happened five years ago. And I take the b
JewelI strode into his office for the first time in years. Nothing has changed. Aside from the new interior design, and change of colours. The shocked expression on Miguel's face was more than I comprehended. My mouth curved up in a smile, but I tampered with it. “Good morning, Mr Miguel,” I professionally smiled at him. “I trust my secretary filled you up on what I request for a partnership?” I strode over to one of the chairs in the boardroom, and sat on it, with my legs crossed, while Miguel stood shocked still staring at me like one who has seen a ghost.The years haven't been good for him. He looked older than ever, with his hair duller. There are dark lines under his eyes, making him look sleep-deprived.“Jewel?” He swallowed. “I'm afraid we are not that familiar with each other, Mr Miguel. I will prefer if you call me, Miss.” I smiled at him, “should we continue?” “Where have you been? I have sought for you throughout—” “I'm afraid you are mistaking me for someone else, M
Phil took me back to the office before he returned to his office. I met him two years ago when he came for an interview. He was fun on our first meeting, and we clicked it off —as friends. I know he feels something for me, but I don't feel anything for him, and I have never led him on. He's aware that I don't do relationships, and I don't want anything about that. Ever since I left Miguel, I have stayed single, training my cute bundle of joys, who are all I have left after the messy relationship I had with Miguel. Though they remind me so much of him, I won't trade them for anything in the entire world because they are all I have. They are my life, and I will forever be grateful to Miguel for making me a mother. I drove to their school the moment it was four. I spent the last hours thinking of my stupid husband and the expression that was on his face when I left with Phil. “Mum!” Jill called out as she raced towards me. “Hey! Wait for me,” James shrieked, trying to keep up with