It's eight o'clock in the morning, and melodious sweet noise of the birds chirping just woke me up. My eyes fall to the empty space beside me on the bed, like they always do every single morning. As always, today is no exception. Jerol is not with me. This is what has been going on for the last one month. He wakes up at the crack of dawn, and locks himself either in the study or at the gym room. He barely talks, and sometimes I am forced to nearly beg him to eat. I don't even know how his company is doing at the moment, but I doubt it's running smoothly because Jerol has not left this house for a full calender month. I know he has managers who supervise the work for him, but still, he needs to be there for his company. It's a multi-billion company for freaking sake! How can you entrust such a huge company to some people? As the saying goes, money is the root cause of all evil, so do I believe. I throw the covers off me, and I get out of bed. I walk to the table near the window, my
SINKINGThe royal fuel and gas has been one of the best stable and reliable company in this country. With its numerous fuel stations and gas points countrywide, offering the best fairest prices and the best quality gas, it's ranked the best in terms of quality, fair prices, best most reliable, and best services in the country. That, I read from different sources, has been possible by its young owner and CEO who has tried so much to keep his face off the camera. But as the owner of such a big company, unless you hide under the face of the earth, your footsteps on the surface will be traced in one way or the other. And so, Jerol O'Brian McCall has been recognized for being the brain behind the Royal fuel and gas. What is intriguing is that people thought he would join his parents in the family business, but he shocked everyone. He didn't venture into anything related. He went out his way, out of the ordinary. He dived into something so different and spectacular, and he thrilled in it.
I wake up to the ringing sound of my phone buzzing. If I had some busybody nosy friends, I would have probably rolled my eyes and ignored the call, or act like an arrogant bitch and switch the damn gadget off. But that is not case-never has been. I have no friends at all. This call can only be either from Jerol's parents or his friends who have been calling to ask how he is doing. I pull myself away from my Jerol cautiously, without alarming him. The peaceful sight of his cute face when he is sound asleep like a toddler is something that the ordinary eyes of a normal woman can't fail to recognize. I would stare and even droll over him the whole day like this - if only he can remain this peaceful all day through. How I wish..ooh, just how I wish...He slept soundly last night because he believed his Ellie was with him. Ellie, wherever you are, come back to this man's life. I take the phone and check the identity of the caller, and the name of the caller saddens me further. I don't wa
We have been sunbathing in this sun for hours - close to three hours to be precise, but he still does not want to go back inside. It depicts rigorously how much he missed this. How much he needed this sun. I am so rhapsodic that I chose to poke my luck and talk him into stepping out. "Are you sure you still don't want to go inside? The solar is slapping hard." I inquire again for the ...nth time, and just like heretofore, he twirls his head, and I don't contend anymore.I don't mind, you know! If this will help him in any way, however subtle it might be, I am willing to have my skin turned to pale white by this savage sun. I don't mind nursing sunburns at the end of it. That is how much I have learned to care for him. That is nothing correlated to what I am willing to give to see the obsolete Jerol - the Jerol that was before a certain fucked up bitch decided to torment him. Or perhaps the Jerol that I met weeks ago because he was able to uphold his sanity. He had everything in cont
"I will try and talk to him." I respond elegant Mrs McCall who is about to assassinate me with her stern murderous looks."Try? Why? Can't you handle your husband? What sort of a wife are you?" She fires deadly, stopping me on my trunks. If it weren't for the thoughtful husband of hers who held her arm to stop her from bombarding me with questions, I would be deaf by now from her unwarranted outbursts. Can she give me a break for hell's sake? I understand her sentiments but, come the fuck on! If Jerol can bark at them the way he did, then who am I? Does she even know how much I am bearing? What sort of a wife my freaking foot! I am the kind that bears the pain even when it's not right! I did not sign up for this to start with. I should probably scream this at her, but I restrain myself. "Excuse me." I walk away after McCall nods his head with a slight smile.I don't understand this decorated cow of a woman though. I understand that she doesn't approve of me for his beloved son. I
Getting to the door of our bedroom, I find this gross woman by the name of Mrs. McCall pacing back and forth. Upon noticing my presence, she halts her movement to peer at me, and her jaw plummets to the ground at the sight of my fresh wound and the blood washing one side of my face. Stillness befalls between us for decades. I allow her to compute just how much misery I am bearing as her beloved son's wife. Maybe this will give her a clear image of the kind of woman I am. For those series of moments of pure scrutiny with disbelief, I thought that perhaps the sight before her will elicit some sense of sympathy in her, but that is until she opens her mouth, and all my hopes crumble."I guess it's clear enough that you could not do a thing to make your supposed husband talk to us, right?"If this was the first time I was meeting this woman, I would exonerate her barking and assume that she is blind and that she can't see just what I have got in less than five minutes of attempting to sp
"I don't give a fuck how bizarre it sounds to you, but the fact remains that you are my wife! Now sit your ass down and let me treat your wound." He dares to order me around after everything? And he only remembers I am his wife after hurting me or when he wants to prove himself in front of people? I yank his hand away from touching me.We should stick to the charades and this isn't part of it. The fake shows are not necessary inside this room."Stop being stubborn and sit down!" He yells, almost making me deaf, something he regrets after hearing the echo of his roar."You need the bandaging more than I do, don't you think? And stop pretending as if you care about me now." I turn to walk to bed. Crap! This damn wound is making my whole face hurt like hell. "You should have grown some conscious before hurting me!" I murmur as I sit on the bed.I don't know what language this man understands though, because he is walking to me with a chair and the kit. "If you know what is good for yo
I stand in front of this unfamiliar bungalow, fear washing all over me. I might be getting myself in a den of a hungry lion and I don't know if I will come out of it alive. What's worse, Jerol doesn't have an idea where exactly I am right now. I had to sneak out, all glory to his mother because she asked me not to tell him that I will be meeting with her.Well, I couldn't fib about meeting a friend because I told him from the start that I don't have friends. Maybe I shouldn't have been so open to him?Back to the matter at hand. I know this woman hates me. My mere presence angers her to the core. I know it will probably take ages for her and me to get along, that is if there is any chance, but I know even if she wanted to get rid of me she wouldn't do it in her house, right? This compound is so beautiful to be stained in any way. I take in a good amount of the fresh and calm aura in and out, and knock lightly on the door. I should have been here like forty minutes ago, but curse the
A month later!Stamping my imprints on the red carpet as I start down the aisle, I am beyond enthusiastic. Things have been nothing but blissful for the past one month.Grego has ascertained his devotion to being a son and a brother that he has never been since birth. He has authenticated the worth of the second chance he was given. He is now working for his parent's insurance company as a marketer. Yes, he said he will take things from the bottom up. Not receiving favors from anyone for anything. He is dedicated and aggressive in working his way up. His relationship with his family has amplified remarkably. Their parents are so happy and contented. And Jerol, he is no less happy. Well, and Ellie?Ellie... Ellie... Ellie!!!She is just there, happy with her child which is due next month, and happy with Grego too. Her relationship with Jerol is just, gross. They exchange nothing more than pleasantries and that too, only when it's necessary. Well, I haven't gotten close to her as well,
"Listen, Jerol. I take all the blame for what has occurred. I planned it all, and she tried talking me out of it several times. Don't hold anything against her, please." Grego pleads.Would you look at that power couple of the century! For better or for worse, huh? They are both covering up for each other. Amazing! I am annoyingly loving this. At least they have something admirable!"Unfortunately, I can not pretend that I don't find her guilty. I am willing to let this go for the sake of Father and Mother. But if you two try anything funny, anything at all, I will personally drag your asses to the jail cells!" Jerol roars, and as if that was not a threat, everyone breathes out their suppressed breath which I hadn't noticed.It's like, the decision all lay in him! "Thank you, little brother!""What am I? Ten years? Call me that again and I will break your nose!" My! My husband looks so dangerously cute when throwing tantrums."You broke it two days ago already, bro! You want to turn
"Woow!!! You look spectacular! My goodness!" Mrs Mcall can't help the amazement of seeing me all dolled up in style.Well, I can't blame her. Today, I want to feel fit in this circle. I said I will learn from her how to conduct myself like them. If she grew up poor and now she looks like she grew up in a palace, why can't I adjust? So I went the extra mile and made an effort today. I got myself a classy white silky dress that hugs every inch of my curves perfectly, leaving nothing accentuated. The V-neck line is not deep on both sides. Nothing revealing. Modesty is key for me. I matched it with an inch-and-a-half high pink stilettos. I can't handle anything higher than that unless I want to start cursing the night before the supposed dinner is even halfway. Then I got myself a makeup artist and a hairstylist. I did light makeup. They are not even my thing, but as I said, circumstances called for this. With my hair cascading loose past my shoulders unlike my usual tight bun signature
I wake up draped tight and encompassed by Jerol's sweet arms. There is no doubt that right in his arms, is the sweetest and safest place I would want to dwell all my life.The night was crazily sweet, wild, intense, and everything that pleasure depicts. It was long and rough at some point, and my poor pot of honey can attest to that. The friction I am feeling, the tight muscles, the soreness... I still feel so filled up, like a piece of his member got stuck in there. My!What a night it was! Ooh, what a night!"Good morning!" He lifts up his face, searching for my lips which I gladly direct to him as we share a beautiful morning kiss. "Did you sleep well?" He asks me after the kiss, nuzzling my cheek with his thumb as he buries his orbs deep into mine.Did I sleep well? How can someone not sleep peacefully after such a mind-boggling night, huh? I slept like a baby. I still feel so raw, and a little bit horny. With the memories of last night clogging up my not-so-holy brain, I can't he
"We are here." Jerol says, waking me up. I am becoming so prone to sleep nowadays. I hope I am not becoming a lazy bone. Eyes roll!I wake up, yawning as if I have been napping for a whole decade, and stretching my stiff and fragile muscles. A little slumber and I wake up feeling like crap, yet I still have eight whole months! My!Shooting my eyes outside, I try to scan and take in the ostensibly exotic atmosphere which does not seem familiar at all. Not the environment, not the place itself, nothing rings a bell. Where did Jerol bring me? Even the aura bleeds so distinctly. But then again, I should actually smirk at myself for mocking myself. Where do I know? Heck! I have been to no other place aside from that disgusting shitty home. Jerol's place was the second place I got a chance to know. All the same, wherever that my sweet husband brought me, I am sure I am gonna have the bliss to core here. The white fences, no, hang on! It's the white theme! The white fences, the sparkly whi
"Do you feel any better now?" I ask."I do. I will be completely fine if you are okay. If we are okay. Are we? You are not angry with me? You don't feel like strangling me?" He implores, reaching for my hands across the table and hugging them tight in his warm ones.I won't deny it since it's not even a secret. I missed his touch. I don't know how long it had been but it feels like we were at odds for eternity. I missed this closure."Drinking is and never will be an exception for me, Jerol. No matter your reasons, it will still be wrong for me. I grew up with a drunkard, I can't handle another one." I sincerely explain."I am sorry. I just felt like I had messed up in the worst way. I was so ashamed of facing you and my desperation led me to a bar and I thought of drowning all the combo of sentiments I was feeling in alcohol. Again, I am sorry. I failed you. Sorry, love. I won't try that shit again." He says."You didn't fail me, Jerol. You know I would have listened to you even afte
Sauntering back into the castle, I run into Terry doing her rounds inside. My stomach rumbles upon seeing her, reminding me that I haven't eaten breakfast. Actually, the last meal I remember having was yesterday's breakfast. My baby must be wondering what kind of a mother it has to starve her like this.Forgive me, baby. Mommy just had a lot of things to take care of. But I won't forget you again."Uuumh. Ma'am? Seems like I was right after all." Terry giggles, winking at my hand as I caress my belly. Huh! I didn't even realize I was caressing it, just like I did not realize when she ambled here.Well, I think she deserves to know that her silly hoax that nearly killed me was not actually a joke at all like I squealed that day. It was neither a bad miracle getting pregnant, as I termed it earlier. It is a sweet miracle. And what's more, it's Jerol's first child. The only one since that bitch is out of the way now. Dang! I still have to break the shocking news to him, but only when he
My drive to the McCall's home is quiet with wild sentiments galloping through my mind. I can't help but worry about Jerol. I don't want to see him that way. I don't want a drunkard for a husband. I want to understand him but not to this degree. I want to ease all his pains brought about by this, but how can I if he doesn't want to tell me what he is feeling? I am even afraid of his reaction when he learns that the baby Ellie is expecting is not his. He will be torn. How will I even tell him? We Park at the parking lot, and I step out without saying a word to Mark. Jerol's situation is choking me. I have had a very huge bile blocking my throat ever since I left the castle. I have pushed it down countless times but it keeps forming again. I hope this annoying brat does not add more to the anger I am feeling.The guards open the door for me after greetings that I only nodded to. I amble inside, and I notice four of them walk in with me, two on each of my sides. I shoot a questioning gl
Damn!Why do I feel like crap?I stretch my stiff muscles as I snuggle closer to the duvet. My mind feels like numb. Wait? I am here? In the house?I turn around, rummaging for Jerol with my hand, but the space is empty. I urge my eyes to open, and they substantiate the nothingness my hand felt. He is not here. I jerk myself up. Well, he did an applaudable job in carrying me over here and changing me into my pyjamas. I didn't even know he would bring me home. I anticipated waking up curled up in his arms at the hospital where I fell asleep. He thought it wise to bring us home which is fantastic, but where did he go this early morning? To work? What the heck is the time? It looks still looks so gloomy from the rain last night, I guess. I didn't even hear a drop of it. Yesterday was just a day on its own. Too much of everything in just a single day. I am not surprised that I slept like a deadbeat.Reaching for my phone, I check the time, and I sigh after learning that it's only eight