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
PAMELA’S POVMy fear and sense of security heightened after he asked that question. His eyes were roving all over me for answers which I couldn't provide for certain reasons. Slowly I watched as he went through the four stages of anger in a few seconds before flaring up. He jumped from his seat and wrapped his hand around my neck tightly, causing me to gasp and beg for air. “Are you cheating on me bitch?” He yelled angrily but I couldn't respond. Even if I want to, there's no way I could speak with his hands squeezing my guts together. A tear rolled out of my right eye as I tried to pull his hands off me but with every attempt, his hold became tighter. “Kent, p..please..” I tried to force the words out. “Answer the fucking question bitch. Have you been sleeping with another man behind me?” He yelled, his eyes were filled with so much hate and anger that I could see my funeral in my head. If I eventually survived this, I doubt I'd die anytime soon. I slapped my hands on his to fr
PRISCILLA’S POV After what felt like a year of fun and laughter, we were finally ready to leave the park. The twins were clearly tired as we both had to carry them in our arms to the car. Avery had fallen asleep on his shoulder while Aiden wrapped his hands around my neck. The park was closing so it made sense for us to leave. We got them strapped safely into the car and the car zoomed off to my house. Brent and I barely said a word to each other as he kept going back and forth with his assistant. Watching him work while holding tight to Avery’s hands, almost made me tear up. There's just something about the way he's trying so hard to be present in their lives and make them happy, that gets to me all the time. I couldn't believe I once thought he wouldn't care for them. “You know if you keep staring at me like that, I may be forced to do something you don't like.” He muttered loud enough for me to hear and I felt heat rush up my thighs. I took my gaze off him and focused on the
BRENT’S POVShe was still disgruntled about the sudden trip to the park but it was fun to see her let loose again as she dressed Aiden and Avery up. I had to go to their room with her because they insisted that they wanted to see us together, kids may be kids but mine are definitely smart kids. “Don't put that on Aiden.” She spoke through gritted teeth to Aiden who was planning to put on a puffy jacket. “But mum, I want to wear it. It's cool.” He whined and she almost snapped at him. “Yeah and it's hot outside. I don't want you ripping my ears apart due to how hot it is so drop it, honey, we'll find you something better and more suitable.” She explained after successfully dressing Avery up. She went to Aiden next while Avery came to me and tapped on my leg. I looked down at her with a smile before lifting her in my arms. “Do you want something sweetheart?” I asked, knowing that the face she was giving meant she wanted to make a request. “Can we go to that picture studio sometime
PAMELA'S POVI remained on the floor after Brent pushed me off and ran after that woman. I looked around in shame, grateful that this did not happen in a public space.That bitch! What the hell was she doing here at the wrong time?Just when I was so close to reaching his soft spot for me, she just had to come in and ruin everything with the bad luck that accompanied her everywhere. I contemplated on whether to stay and wait for Brent to realize what he's missing out on or leave to return later.I decided to do both so I waited and strolled around his office, patiently waiting for my man to return. As I looked across the office, something on his table caught my attention.It was a copy of his insurance statement and he had just three names on it asides his. The paper was poking out amongst the other files and while I resisted the urge to check out the content, I just couldn't control myself and eventually, I let the intrusive thoughts win.I pulled the piece of paper out and skimmed t
PRISCILLA’S POVBrent and I entered the kitchen and I gently locked the door behind us to avoid having any of the twins coming in after us. The air between us was thick with tension as we both waited with bated breath for the first person to break the deafening silence. I found myself staring at my feet as though they'd suddenly gotten interesting. Brent's eyes were boring holes into me that made me uncomfortable and squirmy. “I-” We both started simultaneously and our eyes locked in contact. I broke the stare by looking away and taking a deep breath. Thinking about it, I realized I was only being insensitive and petty to have tried to take the kids away from him. “Brent, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried to take the kids from you, I wasn't thinking properly and I let my anger cloud my sense of reasoning. I wasn't even thinking straight. I'm so sorry.” I apologized sincerely and his hands slowly reached across for mine. He held my face up to look at him and when I did, I saw that
BRENT’S POVI was fuming angrily as the car zoomed off from the school building, I couldn't believe she would try to pull such trick without listening to my side of the story. The events of today made me realize that if anything goes wrong between Priscilla and I, my kids would be the first people I'd lose and I didn't want that. I felt a gentle tap on my leg and finally glanced at Avery who had a crestfallen look on her face. “Daddy, what's going on?” She asked innocently and I became even angrier. How do I explain to this kid that this happened just because of their mother's insecurity? When I didn't respond on time, she tapped me again. “Where's Aiden?” “Are we going home?” She signed and I palmed my face in my hand. How do I deal with this mess? I was livid, not just at Priscilla but everything else. Today was meant to be a good day, today was meant to go well without hitches, now I only had to deal with hitches but bumps as well. “Yes, yes, we'll go get Aiden later. For no
Despite acting like she didn't care, Priscilla was fuming and raging inside, especially as the scene she walked in on in Brent's office wouldn't stop repaying in her head. Enraged was an understatement for what she felt, buttered was more like it. She wasn't expecting Brent to be loyal to her but seeing him with the same woman who broke their marriage the first time, hurt her. She'd gone to his office to give him a copy of the twins' itinerary since she thought it'll be good for them to spend more time together but she would never have expected what she saw. Priscilla's pov I had no idea why tears were stinging in my eyes as I walked out of the sensory door. Back in the elevator, it took me extreme self control to not yell and break down in his presence. I staggered to my car, making sure to act like I was fine but deep down, I wasn't. I was hurt, angry, enraged but there was nothing I could do about it and knowing that, hurt me more than the action itself. I went into my car and
After several days of planning and scheming, Pamela finally decided she was ready to go pay a visit to Brent at the company. She fussed all over her body and dressing as she made sure to expose her cleavage, thighs and applied excess makeup on her face. To her, Brent had always been attracted to her and this time, there's no doubt he'll fall for her flat. However, she chose the wrong time. BRENT’S POVIt took a while to get to the cake shop but when we did, I made sure to make a careful selection of what I'd be buying for the twins. “I'll take this one and that one.” I said, pointing at a red and brown cake. The lady attending to me had her face stuck in a pad but I didn't care, as long as she got my order out correctly. “Okay sir. I'll have them packed for you in a minute.” She said going behind the counter. “Wait, you're going to give me these already made cakes?” I asked in confusion and she nodded like I'd said something weird. “Yes, definitely. Is there a problem?” I could t
BRENT’S POV“Sir, your meeting with the president has been scheduled for this morning. Other plans on your appointment have been shifted to this after non, including the one with the executive board.” My assistant rolled out while I prepared for work in the morning. I took notes of everything to do but Priscilla's furious face won't stop appearing in my head. I know I made a mistake by not watching over the kids properly but she was overreacting and making it seem like she had to walk on eggshells around me whenever it comes to taking care of the kids. They're my kids as well and I should be given the opportunity to learn how to take care of them but how do I do that if she keeps monitoring and hovering around me like I'm some two years old who has no idea of his left hand to his right. I picked up my Rolex wristwatch from the catalogue and strapped it on. “Make the meeting with the president as brief as possible, I have more important things to do in the afternoon.” I said to my a