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
BRENT'S POVThat sounded like the best solution outside of suing her and making her understand how it must feel to miss out on your children's life. “What are you here for?” I asked, ignoring her pale face.“In New York? I have a meeting with some investors.” She replied in a shaky voice and paled even further as she realized her word slip.“I don't care that you picked your life back or have a meeting with investors so you can stop looking like I'm trying to ruin your life.” I responded harshly, a little insulted by her scared look.Priscilla nodded. “I'll move back but I will need a few weeks to pack up and settle our lives before we'll be ready to move.”I narrowed my eyes, she sounded genuine but I wasn't sure I could believe that. “You'll forgive me if I find it difficult to believe your word given that a cheater is no different from a liar but I'll need to be more involved in your move. I looked for you and couldn't find you so it's reasonable that I fear that you'll disappear
Third person's povTwo days later.“Give a round of warm applause for the beauty and brains behind this show and awesome designs, Priscilla Sinclair!!” The master of ceremony announced and everyone in the hall both in New York and California rose to their feet with an outstanding ovation for her.Priscilla walked out onto the stage with tears at the brim of her eyes.Watching how much her work had succeeded made her emotional, especially as she had come so close to losing her life just a few days ago.She stared across the room to the crowd in attendance. Dignitaries, notable people from all walks of life, fashion icons from New York, California and beyond were standing, clapping and cheering for her beautiful work.The live show at California was airing through a big screen so the audience in both locations could see things getting done in real time.Journalists, fashion bloggers, lifestyle influences and members of the media were all present to witness one of the biggest fashion sho
BRENT’S POVThe minute she bolted for the guest bathroom, I knew I'd caught her red handed. She didn't seem to have suspected that I was aware but I was well informed about all of her plans. It took a while for me to accept that she could do such but I wasn't going to let my woman get hurt due to my assistant's psychotic behavior. “I need everything ready.” I said to the intercom before leaving the room. I headed to my security room to watch the spy camera installed in my room. Seeing how frantic she'd been while trying to get rid of the camera she installed in my room, I guessed that would keep her hooked for the time being while I got the rest of her punishment prepared. I was yet to decide what I would do to her but torture was definitely top on my list. No one messes with me and gets away with it. She rushed back into my room and started calling out for me. When she saw that I wasn't in, she proceeded to start viciously attacking the camera like I'd predicted. My hands clen
EVELYN’S POV “This is the last time I'll be saying it. You either take her or kill her. I don't care what you have to do, take her or kill her.” I instructed my men before leaving home. Something told me to do this, just in case things try to go out of proportion. “What are we to do when we take her, ma’am?” One of the men asked. “What else? Kill her, of course. Do you think I care if she lives? The goal is to have her dead and out of my way, so you'd better do your job well.” I said and dismissed them. “Where are you going in such a frenzy? Are you okay?” Ruby asked as I threw on some clothes. My heart was in pure panic but I couldn't let that reflect on my face. “I had to be at Brent's. There's something I can't let him find.” I responded, grabbing my car keys. I sped out of the house in my car with my hands trembling on the steering wheels. “You've got this, Eve. You've got it.” I muttered to myself. The minute I pulled up to Brent's house, I rushed in without parking p
PRISCILLA’S POVNo! No! No! This can't be! No!” I exclaimed in shock whilst staring at the pictures on my phone. When I opened the message at first, I thought it was a random mistake from a stranger but I found the video and my heart crumbled. Tears were already gushing out of my eyes while I held my hand over my mouth to prevent my cries from making it out. His face had pleasure all over it as she bounced on his throbbing member. “How could he do this to me?” I thought, still in shock. I recalled it to have happened on the night of Evelyn's party, which means he saw her at the party and hid it from me. More tears rushed out of my eyes as I skimmed through the pictures of the pregnancy test kits. It had blue lines, meaning she was pregnant with his baby. “How could you do this to me?” I cried silently and broke down to the floor. My body shook violently with tears. My vision was clouded by the tears rushing out of my eyes but I couldn't stop myself from staring at the pictures
PAMELA’S POVAfter the call with Brent, I felt heat rising up in every part of my body despite the air conditioning in the room. I paced around the room as worry and fear filled up my chest. I tried severally to reach Evelyn but her phone was surprisingly off. “Oh goodness, don't tell me I'm in this mess alone. What should I do?” I groaned loudly. I sat on the bed with my head in my hand while tears hung at the brim of my eyes. His words echoed in my head again and each time, it gave me the thought that he had found out the truth. “I can't lose like this.” I muttered knowing I was either alone at this point or dead if Brent found me. I rushed to my door and locked it tight, in fear that one of Brent's men could burst in through the door and kill me. “Calm down, Pamela. You have to think this through.” I whispered to myself again. I was losing my mind so everything felt strange to me, like I was in the middle of a burning maze with no escape route. I tried calling Evelyn again
PRISCILLA’S POVThat was strange.” I muttered and returned to working but I couldn't get the thoughts off my mind. His words felt like a soothing balm over my wounds, I smiled a little, letting myself fall for him all over again. “What's making you smile so hard?” Claire's voice appeared from the kitchen. I turned and found her smiling as well. Her hair was ruffled and she had eye bags heavy enough to hold water. She clearly eiffored a boatload of jet lag.Claire gave me a surprise yesterday by coming into New York without informing me. I had no idea that all these while she'd been claiming to be busy, she was putting things in place for her arrival in New York. “Is it who I think it is?” She asked with a bigger teasing smile. “Girl, please, I'm just trying to cook.” I refuted, despite smiling hard. “The smile on your face is saying an entirely different thing. Did he make you smile again? Or are you just obsessed with thinking about him?” She asked and I laughed. “It's either
BRENT’S POVI got terrible news from my private investigator and I've been struggling to accept it. I woke up with a heart as heavy as gym equipment. I struggled to believe that someone I'd trusted with my entire life would stab me in the back in such a dangerous manner. The morning was dark and gloomy for me because I just couldn't bring myself to accept the truth. “Are you sure about your research? Will you take some more time to confirm it?” I said. I wanted to avoid the truth by all means if it was inevitable. “No, sir. I've been trailing this person for a while now, I'm very certain it's the truth. There's actually a lot more to be uncovered but this is just to give you basic knowledge of what has been happening right under your nose.” He'd responded. How? Why? When? Several questions bugged my mind at the same time but there was none I could provide answers to. I picked my phone to call Priscilla and reveal the truth to her. I wanted to tell her about Pamela's pregnancy be
EVELYN’S POVAh! You must be wondering why I finally got to show my point of view. It might be a little late to explain how much I matter in the equation of things here but I'll try as much to make a recap. First, from killing Jack. That bastard always tried to make himself seem smarter than he really was. He was constantly trying to prove his intelligence and tried to make himself superior over the course of our partnership but he wasn't as smart or sleek as he thought. I'd always known that he was bound to betray me or at least try to. It was obvious when he started making more attempts to reach me and get in on one of my plans with Pamela. One night, he offered to pay me to get him Priscilla but that was not part of our agreement and ever since then, I've never missed the glint of hatred in his eyes whenever he looked at me. I saw the raw, brazen desire to get rid of me and I figured he couldn't take me out personally so he was bound to pull something stupid. I'd cloned Pamel
PAMELA’S POVI won't lie, since this whole pregnancy thing started, I'd never felt as terrified as I was when Brent threatened to make me disappear without trace. Heck, I knew what he was capable of and if he was still hesitating to get my ass picked up and thrown away, it meant that I had some influence over him. Or Evelyn did. Anyways, I took the easy way out by saying something dramatic before ending the call. I immediately called Evelyn. “I think Brent is getting suspicious of my words. He threatened to have me killed just now.” I let out to her with a sense of fear hanging over my head. My heart was beating so fast and I could almost hear myself breathing. “First, you need to stay calm and stop fretting. He doesn't suspect, he's either crashing out or trying to bait you and make you confess. You need to stand your ground. I'll suggest to him tomorrow to get a test done, then you can put your mind to rest after that.” She assured me with a soothing voice. “I guess that coul