You’re still my wife,” Morgan says, barging into her rented villa. “And that’s nothing to celebrate,” Marrissa shoots back. ***************** Marrissa Cooper's world was turned upside down when she saw her boyfriend having sex with a man she had never seen before, just a few months after he had proposed to her. As if that wasn't enough, their words cut her deeper than a two-edged sword. The next day, she got to work only to receive her sack letter from the gate together with her belongings. Shattered, she sought solace in the only thing she could find at that time: Alcohol. What happens when she becomes pregnant and is forced to marry the father of her child, someone she despises, and would rather be far away from? Read how the arrogant CEO was brought to his knees by his ex-wife. Enjoy this captivating,plot twisted ride with me.
View MoreMarrissa's point of view When I got back to the hotel after my conversation with Molly, I felt even more determined to disappear.No, I was not running away. I just wanted to disappear.And yes, there is a difference. Running implies that I'm scared, desperate or that I'm trying to escape some form of punishment. But disappearing… that is quiet and dignified. And after everything I had been through, I wanted….. No I needed a clean break.I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time after I walked in, recalling everything that happened in the club and outside the club.Molly's words still echoed faintly in my ears, but it was the things she did not say that haunted me more. I had known Molly for a damn long time to know when she was lying. I know how to read her body language like a book. The way her hands kept fidgeting when I pressed her for answers. The way she could not even look me straight in the eyes showed she had a lot hidden in her cupboard and didn't let me talk about her
Morgan's point of view I kept staring at my phone. It's not that I was expecting any important messages or phone calls, I just could not get my eyes off my phone. The screen was blank, but it felt heavier than ever in my hand. I told myself I could survive without her. I repeated it like a mantra—You’ll be fine, Morgan. You had been fine before she came, and you’ll move on, just like always.But it was a lie.And I knew it.It was becoming painfully clear that love wasn’t meant for men like me. Maybe I was too cold. Too hardened by my experience. Too controlling, too bitter, too proud. Whatever the reason, I decided I was done trying. No more late-night hopes. No more holding my breath every time I hear her name.But then my phone buzzed again.“Sir, her flight will move in the next one hour.”I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth and tossed the phone across the room. It hit the couch and bounced off harmlessly, but I did not care. I was furious, but not at the man who sent th
Morgan's point of view The silence in my penthouse was deafening. Marrissa’s absence left behind a suffocating void that echoed throughout the walls of the house.I had paced the length of the study a dozen times, ran my hands through my hair so often it ached, and still……still… I could not shake her image from my mind.But I was not going to chase her. I told myself that. I repeated it like a mantra. I would not chase her.So, I slowly dressed up. I dressed like a man getting ready for war. I wore a charcoal suit, white shirt and burgundy tie. Something about putting on that armor made me feel in control again. But, my suit felt heavier than usual. Or maybe that was just the weight in my chest. I was going back to work that morning. Well, not just going to work. I was running back to work. I needed to drown at work before I started ripping things apart.I drove in silence and the moment I stepped into Thornhill’s Enterprise, everything around me blurred. My mind wasn’t really there
Morgan's point of viewMarrissa was really gone. And with her, it felt like my sanity walked out the door too.At first, I just sat motionless in my room. You know, I felt, maybe if I didn’t move, this whole thing would undo itself. Maybe she would come walking back in, tossing her bag on the table like she always did, mumbling something about traffic or forgetting her charger.But she did not come back.The room felt different without her. Too quiet. Too empty. Everything that made me happy was gone. Her energy, her scent, the way her presence made everything glow, was gone. Like she had taken a piece of the air with her, and I could not breathe without it.My first instinct was to go after her. Grab my keys, get in the car, and find her. Drag her back home if I had to. Talk to her. Beg her even. Make her look me in the eye and explain why the hell she just walked away without a word.But I didn’t.Not because I didn’t want her back. God, no.Heaven knows how much I wanted her. I wan
Molly's point of view I was in the middle of a spin. My hip was swaying to the beat of a song I don't even know, when I saw Marrissa's back. She was leaving.At first, I thought maybe she was going to the restroom or just stepping out for air. But the way she moved so quickly, like she was trying to disappear, told me something was not right. She didn’t even glance back.“Mar!” I called out, pushing past a group of tipsy girls laughing beside me. But the music was too loud. The crowd was too thick, and my voice vanished into the noise.I stopped dancing. My heart sank a little, as confusion bubbled inside me like soda that was shaken too hard.“Why did she leave like that? Without telling me? She knew I would be looking for her. She knew I hated being ditched without a word.”I turned and hurried back to the table we had been sitting at. Her drink was still half full. Her jacket was still there. Her phone wasn’t, though. Just mine, buzzing with a notification.I picked it up, and my
Marrissa's point of view I didn’t go in my car. I didn’t go to Molly’s place, nor did I call Andre for help. And sure as hell, I did not go back to my own apartment. Morgan would look for me there. He could track me down faster than I could blink, and the last thing I wanted was to be found. So I grabbed my bag, flagged down a cab just outside the Thornhill mansion, and told the driver to just drive. “Where to?” he asked, watching me through the rearview mirror. “Somewhere quiet,” I whispered, looking out the window. “I’ll let you know.” I could feel the sting of tears forming in my eyes, but I blinked them away. I had cried enough already. Honestly, I think I have cried more than any human could cry in a lifetime.After about fifteen minutes, I gave him the name of a small lodge on the outskirts of the city. It was not one of those places with glossy glass windows and valet parking. This place didn’t have any stars next to its name. The kind of place no one would look at. E
Farrow's point of view "One for me, nil to Marrissa," I whispered under my breath as I majestically walked out of the Thornhill penthouse. I made sure my heels sounded loudly like victory drums as they clicked against the marble floor.I could hardly contain the joy bubbling up in me. My lips twitched into a smile and I tried to suppress the scream of excitement swelling in my belly. My entire organs were dancing in victory.Every step I took down the hallway was one step closer to everything I ever wanted—and one step further from the wreck Marrissa would soon become.I controlled myself until we got to the car. And the moment I entered the car and shut the door and Laird started the engine. I lost all control.‘YES!" I screamed as my arms flew in the air. "Oh my God, yes! We did it! We actually did it!" Laird laughed as he drove, keeping one hand steady on the wheel. I turned to him, grabbing his free hand and shaking it like a lottery winner."Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I
Morgan's point of view But instead of going to my room and getting the sleep I craved just a while ago, I went to Marrissa's room.Not to tell her what had just transpired between Farrow and me, but to shield her from everything.I wanted to make a proposition that we relocate immediately. She seemed to have enjoyed her stay in Spain, so Spain could become our new country. I don't mind leaving everything behind. For her, I can rebuild my life from the crash if need be.I paced outside her room for a good five minutes before I knocked.There was no answer.I knocked again, lighter this time.Still nothing.I could hear movement inside, faint and muffled, but she was not coming to the door.I rested my forehead against the wood. “Marrissa,” I said softly, “I just want to talk.”There was silence.I exhaled. Of course, she wasn’t ready. She was probably questioning everything and hell, I didn’t blame her. She had every right to.What if she thought I set this all up? What if she believe
Morgan’s point of view I was tired and sleepy, yet dad refused to let me go.He had me down with details about his swearing in and his moving into the Governor's house."Dad, Marrissa and I will not be moving in with you," I said.Dad frowned."We have had this discussion before. You are the governor, not me. Besides, I'm not a teenager. I am a man of my own and should not be tagging along with you like a puppet," I said, rather too sharply.Dad sighed.I yanked and stood up from my seat."Wait, Morgan," dad said.I paused at the door, "Dad, I'm tired, I need to get some rest," I said."Sorry son, this won't take long," he said, already instructing that coffee be brought to his study.I sighed as I reluctantly walked back to my chair."This would definitely take me time," I whispered to myself.Dad started talking about so many things, and I was barely keeping up with him.I was halfway through my second cup of coffee when James, our butler, stepped into the study with an uncertain l
Marrissa's point of view:“Thank you,” I beamed with a smile as I collected the cake from the counter. I walked out of the bakery to my car. I entered and drove off thousands of thoughts swirling in my head. It was I and Tom's one-year anniversary today. And not just that, Tom proposed to me last month, and our wedding is at the end of the year! Oh, I'm so excited. Every pain, every effort, every sacrifice was worth it. I have everything any girl could dream of.Confused? Don't be dear, I'll fill you in on that some other time. So, I got off work early to celebrate with my love and took a quick trip to Crumbles and Bake. I had to wait a few minutes before the cake was ready, but it was worth it. Let me tell you a secret, “I finally decided to consummate our relationship. Yes, Tom had been patient and hadn't thrown a fit when I told him I wasn't ready to have sex yet. But today, I am going to give him my V card. And I came prepared. Having taken lessons on the Internet, I bought s...
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
Comments