SYLVESTER’S POV“You'll kill yourself at this rate if you keep on gulping down the entire bottle.” I heard mum's voice behind me and almost jumped from my seat. My eyes widened when I saw her in the living room, staring at me as though it was normal for an old woman to be awake in the middle of the night. I was frightened but I managed to hide it so she wouldn't prey on my fear. “Mum, what are you doing awake?” I asked as though I hadn't almost lost my mind a few minutes ago. She stared at me with some sort of scorn in her eyes until she almost walked out of my view. She ignored my question and picked up a bottle of whiskey and poured it into a glass for herself. I saw her raise the glass to her mouth and my brain clicked immediately. “Mum, stop, you shouldn't be taking that. No, I can't let you do that.” I countered, forcing her to finally pay some attention to me. “Even your father cannot stop me from drinking, what do you think you can do?” Mum has always been frightening, not
PRISCILLA’S POVMoans filled the air as I made my way into the bedroom that I shared with my husband.What was going on? Still not believing my ears, I pushed open the door and what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. For a minute, I couldn't breathe. My husband was laying on the bed while his ex, Pamela — the one he assured me was no threat to me— rode him. She bounced up and down on top of him, her skirt hitched around her thighs. I stood there, frozen in disbelief. “Oh, harder, Brent,” she cried wantonly. “Harder.”The world seemed to slow down as I watched them, my mind racing with a thousand different emotions. Betrayal, anger, heartbreak—they all swirled together inside me. How could he do this to me? How could he break my trust so completely?She continued her moans while I just stood there, tears pooling rapidly in my eyes.I must have made a noise because Pamela looked back and threw a wicked smile at me when she saw me. Blindly, I pushed out of the room, made my way out
PRISCILLA'S POV“Cheat!”My step faltered at his word.“What?”“You heard what I said, Priscilla!”“I didn't cheat on you. What are you talking about?”“Would you cut the hell with your innocent act?!”“I honestly don't know what you're talking about, Brenton,” I said and took a calm breath. I knew what he was doing. This was a ploy to distract me from what he had done, a ploy to distract me so he would not have to apologize to me for his betrayal.“Brent, you don't need to do this. Just tell me you are not going to apologize.”He stood up from beside Pamela on the sofa and advanced toward me, his entire body tensed with anger.But anger from what? I was the one that was supposed to be angry. After all, he cheated on me. So why was he labeling me as a cheat?“Are you out of your fucking mind, right now, Priscilla?” he asked, his voice low and cold with fury as he kept on coming at me. “Apologize?! Apologize for your dirty habit?!”Suddenly, I was frightened. Something had happened.M
PRISCILLA’S POVHis sentence slapped me across the face like a lash.“What did you say?” I asked in a whisper, unwilling and unable to believe what he had just said.“You heard me, ” he said coldly, “Divorce or I show the whole world the kind of woman that you are.”I saw Pamela send me a smirk of victory behind Brent's back and I immediately knew that this was her doing. This was all her plans — what she wanted. My heart squeezed in pain at her victory.“Brent, are you really going to divorce me because of these lies?”“Because of your lying and cheating nature. I want nothing to do with a woman who won't think twice before sleeping with her ex.”I stared at him for a few seconds. Then at the papers. This was it. I had lost. He hadn't believed in the end. Knowing that crying and pleading would no longer do me any good, I wiped my tears and stood a little straighter. Henceforth, I would no longer let any of them see my tears. I was done.“I'll sign the papers.”“Good, but not only th
BRENT'S POVI sat at the bar in the living room, drinking shot after shot, still unable to process what had happened the past few hours. My mind was a whirlwind, tangled up in thoughts I couldn’t seem to unravel. But one thought remained dominant. Priscilla. The woman I’d given everything to. The woman that betrayed me. I tossed back the drink, feeling the burn in my throat, but it did little to numb the ache in my chest. How could she? How could she do this to me after everything we’d been through, after everything I’d sacrificed for her? I’d given up so much, bent over backward to make our marriage work, only to be blindsided by her infidelity. It didn’t make sense, none of it did. But the images of her with another man, the damning evidence that I had seen—they all painted a picture I couldn’t ignore.But why, Priscilla? Why would you do this? Had there been a point that I neglected her and her needs?No, I doubted it. I had always paid adequate attention to her, even in the ear
PRISCILLA'S POVI sighed as I read the email sent by my assistant to me. It was about our investors rescheduling our meeting and also changing the location.And not just changing it, but changing it to New York, the one place I had always tried to avoid and had managed to do so far. But it seems my luck had now run out.Ugh. Why New York of all places?That city held nothing but bad memories for me — and going back would no doubt trigger them back.I had lost everything I had in New York, my marriage, my business — everything and had ended up being a single mother.I stared at my laptop screen, blinking a few times to make sure I wasn’t misreading the email. It was still the same:"Priscilla, just a quick update—there’s been a location change for the investor meeting. We’ll now be convening in New York next week. I’ve taken the liberty to adjust the itinerary accordingly. Let me know if you need anything else. – Alyssa"New York, New York — the name was like a sore taste at the back o
PRISCILLA'S POVI stopped in my tracks, one thought ringing in my head. ‘'Please tell me I’m dreaming.’ Life couldn't possibly be that wicked to me, and yet I knew, the bad feeling I'd felt immediately I entered this hotel was now justified.I walked as if on autopilot towards my kids and yanked them behind me, causing Brent to stand up and stare at me in, was that shock? I was too rattled to tell.I turned to the twins and grabbed their hands. If I was lucky enough, I would be able to leave this place without talking to Brent. The words he had thrown at me that fateful day were still resounding in me. “Come on, let's go.” I muttered to the twins, who were staring at me confused. Hopefully, their inquisitive side wouldn't come out anytime soon.I hadn't taken a step away when I felt pressure on my shoulder. I sighed softly, faked a smile for the twins’ benefit and turned to Brent, no point letting them see my distress even though if they hadn't run off, I wouldn't be in this situatio
PRISCILLA’S POV Brent opens the door to a room and I enter, the sense of foreboding not leaving my chest. I take a deep breath and look around the room trying to ground myself and realize that this giant room that could pass as a suite is a bar??? I follow Brent with my eyes as he takes a seat at the bar table and opens a bottle of wine. I take another deep breath since the previous one didn’t do anything and go and meet him, the bottle of wine bringing unwanted memories to my mind. We had met for the first time at a bar and after that, everything had gone downhill seemingly. I couldn’t believe he would think us taking alcohol right now could even be considered. “I’m not drinking with you.” I called harshly and sat down. The earlier we talked, the earlier I could go and meet my babies. Brent glanced at me emotionlessly. “There’s no alcohol in this wine and I remember you don’t like drinking soda when it’s late.” I scoffed internally. That was years ago. While struggling to make s
SYLVESTER’S POV“You'll kill yourself at this rate if you keep on gulping down the entire bottle.” I heard mum's voice behind me and almost jumped from my seat. My eyes widened when I saw her in the living room, staring at me as though it was normal for an old woman to be awake in the middle of the night. I was frightened but I managed to hide it so she wouldn't prey on my fear. “Mum, what are you doing awake?” I asked as though I hadn't almost lost my mind a few minutes ago. She stared at me with some sort of scorn in her eyes until she almost walked out of my view. She ignored my question and picked up a bottle of whiskey and poured it into a glass for herself. I saw her raise the glass to her mouth and my brain clicked immediately. “Mum, stop, you shouldn't be taking that. No, I can't let you do that.” I countered, forcing her to finally pay some attention to me. “Even your father cannot stop me from drinking, what do you think you can do?” Mum has always been frightening, not
BRENT’S POV“Can you schedule the meeting for the next two days? My wife and kids are at the hospital and I have to be there with them.” I said to Evelyn in the car as we rode to the office. I hadn't planned to go in for work today but an emergency came up and I had to pop in almost immediately. I'd called Priscilla before leaving home so she'd know I wouldn't be back at the hospital any time soon. “Sir, that will cost us a lot. We have a brand reputation to uphold before this people and rescheduling would only ruin that.” She responded with her face glued to the laptop screen. “Sometimes you act like my mother.” I uttered but loud enough for her to hear. She glanced at me and let out a smile. “There has to be someone to keep you in check and thankfully, you have me.” I sensed the pride in her voice and laughed.We were getting close to the office but my thoughts kept circling back to how I'd almost lost my family a few days ago. If I hadn't been quick enough, I'd probably be home
PRISCILLA’S POV“You're recovering really fast, ma’am. I guess the kids got the good genes from you.” The doctor said, smiling as she looked over my chart. I no longer had the oxygen and others connected to me. According to the doctors, my progress was quite surprising. Brent got the kids and me a VIP room so we won't have to be uncomfortable when sharing the space with others and I couldn't have been more grateful for it. “You should be discharged today, if you'd like to but if not, you can let us know when you're ready to leave and we'll get you the papers.” She added and I could feel my cheeks hurting from how hard I was smiling. There surely were advantages to being a wealthy person, the treatment just hits different. The kids had fallen asleep not quite long before their father left and they were still fast asleep so I just glanced at them and back at the doctor. “Can we go home together today?” I asked but the doctor nodded negatively. “No, I mean you can go home with Aid
PAMELA’S POV“I told you the plan would work. You should try believing in me if we're going to work together.” I said to Jack over the phone. He snorted a response and I chuckled. I glanced at the television and view of Brent's house playing on the TV screen. Every nook and cranny of the house, each displaying on the screen without obstruction. “Girl, you're such a genius.” I said to myself, pouring another glass of wine. “Well, I must say you did well but we cannot rest on our oars now, we need to get more strikes in.” He said despite the disapproval in his tone. “I know but we're going to have to wait for a chance to slip in. It'll be suspicious if we just go in now.” I cautioned him. “Fine, I'll wait until you're ready.” He said, about to end the call but I had a question for him. “Jack.” I called but got no response. “I know we just started working together and all but I need you to be truthful with me and I promise I'll keep your secret.” I added. “I have no secret for you
BRENT’S POVI drove to the house as fast as I could so I'd be able to get back to my family as fast as possible. When I caught Pamela lurking in my house the last time, I was pretty much surprised to find her there. I'd never expected that the intruder would be a lady, talk more of a lady with excess plastic surgery. The bullet didn't lodge in her body but only caused a grazing over her skin. She begged that I let her go and when I asked why she was in my house in the first place, she couldn't come up with a cogent reason so I had her locked away in my basement which doubled as a torture room. All my houses both in and outside the country have a basement like that and Claire's boyfriend was trapped in one of those. When I got to the house, it was empty like I'd expected and got a minute, I imagined what it would be like if my complete family was here. The laughter of my kids, the giggles from my wife, the sound of pots scraping in the kitchen, the loud noise of the Television. It
SYLVESTER’S POV“Sylvester, please stop pacing around. You're making me feel lightheaded with your movements. I know you're angry but please sit.” Donna said to me and I sucked in my breath for the hundredth time. I slammed my hands on the table, causing some of the things on it to spill over. “Now you're just going to start creating a mess.” She sighed and picked up the fallen items. “Would you believe she did that to me? She's my woman yet she had them throw me out.” I rambled again and Donna sighed almost in frustration. “You knew she never liked you from the start, she only agreed to be with you for selfish reasons. None of this is your fault.” She tried to placate me but I was too angry, too bitter to care. “It's all his fault.” I suddenly muttered after coming to the realization of it. “What?” Donna's eyes exposed her confusion. “He's the one making her do this. She loves me, she'd never do that to me if he wasn't in the picture. I have to find a way to get rid of him.” I
BRENT’S POVI finally felt free. After that confession to her, it felt like my soul had been set free, her smile lightened up the room and we went to check up on the kids when they'd woken up. They were both excited to see their mother and I could see the joy and relief in her face as she hugged them both. In the past, I used to think people often did too much by acting like their kids were some sort of lifelines but after this incident, I realized why people held on to their kids like life. I couldn't imagine losing my two kids in a night, my life would totally be over.“Daddy, we miss you at the house.” Aiden suddenly spoke, drawing me back into their conversation. I smiled and ruffled his hair, they'd been taken out of the ER into a VIP room same as Priscilla because I made the request so they'd be comfortable. “I miss you both too.” I responded and Avery smiled deeply. My little girl. She'd been so startled to not have found their mother when she woke up that it took several mi
PRISCILLA’S POV“I don't care what you think about me, all I know is that we belong together. You're mine, Priscilla, you're mine!” His words did not only sound threatening, the words sounded real especially with the fury blazin hot in his eyes. I was getting scared to my bones that he'd pull a crazy stunt as he kept approaching the bed with a glare in his eyes. I could see the hurt, anger and criticism in his eyes but none of our fears could stop him. “Get away from me, Sylvester. Don't you dare come close to me.” I tried to put up a bold front but couldn't. My voice was trembling while my hands started to shake constantly. “You belong to me, I own you!” He muttered bluntly, still strutting towards me. I had a feeling he would do something crazy so I screamed. “Help!!! This man is trying to kill me! Somebody please help me!!” I screamed with everything in me and he rushed to put his hands over my mouth, leaving me to struggle and gasp for breath under his tight hold. Luckily eno
PRISCILLA’S POVIt's been several hours since Brent left me and the kids in the hospital. Sylvester has been smothering my face with all sorts of boring talks about his business trips and how heartbreaking it was for him to hear the news of the incident. He barely gave me a chance to speak and all through the entire time, all I did was nod and pretend like I was listening to him when all I wanted was to be away from him. “I can't do this for much longer.” I thought to myself. “I also have an upcoming trip to Singapore but I'm not sure I'll want to leave you all alone in this condition. Will you come with me?” He asked and I rolled my eyes, despite the intense pain I was feeling in my head. A part of me wanted to snort and ask if he was just being sarcastic but I resisted the urge to do that. “I'm literally tied to a bed, I can't come with you.” I responded curtly, hoping he'd catch the drift but typical Sylvester, he didn't blink an eye. “Brent would've sure as hell picked up on