Richard's POVThe loud voice startles me, making me stop for a moment to listen and hear where the voice is coming from.I'm out here searching for Arabel. Not to eavesdrop on anyone's conversation. With this in mind, I make sure to continue searching for her when the voice comes again, this time sounding just like the voice of the woman I am searching for."Ashley, who is getting married then?"Ashley?She gasps. “You? Not Richard?”Suddenly, a scream leaves her mouth. “Oh girl, I am so happy for you. Is it that same guy you told me about?”I don't hear what the person from the other end is saying as I approach her figure under the tent, walking stealthily with the crutches.They are so tiring, but I have no choice since my mother was so against having me use a wheelchair instead.“Richard's friend? Which of them?”“Really? I don't know him. So I guess you have finally gotten rid of your crush for your boss, right?”She laughs heartily.“Yes, I agree.”Then silence follows, and I sta
Arabel's POVThe evening ended with Richard missing. His mother asked if I had seen him, and I told her no.She tried calling him, but he wasn't picking while I busied myself with thanking our guests.Virtually everyone ate to their fill. Daisy's over excitedness won't stop me from smiling with pride.By the time I say goodbye to the last guest, Mother is already looking worried as she keeps dialing his number."Can't you reach him yet?" I approach and ask. She nods.Guilt stabs my insides, and I fold my arms before telling her honestly. I saw him outside a while ago. Perhaps he left already.”“Left? To where?” I shrug indifferently. “What did you two talk about?” She stares at me suspiciously.“Nothing really. We didn't get to talk,” I reply and begin to dial his number, which rings until it goes to voicemail.He isn't answering my calls either. I hope he is fine, though.“Try him again,” she insists, and I do that.He picks at the second ring with a raspy voice. “Hello.”“Hi, where
Richard's POVThe ringing doorbell persists, forcing me to grab my crutches and trot towards the door with a hardened expression.I am not expecting anyone. And this is really not a good time for any visit.This is a pure inconvenience.Ever since I have been on crutches, I have been super lazy. The fact that I had to use the damn sticks every single time messes with my head. Even when I want to take a bath, I have to go in there with them.When the bell rings again as I get closer, I pull the door open aggressively, intending to ask whoever is at the door what he or she is looking for.No one knows me around here.So I'm sure it must be the neighbor from across. Our condos are opposite each other.However, it isn't anyone I don't know.The person at the door is the least anticipated.Arabel.Her face does not register any kind of emotion I am expecting. No hurt. No smiles. No indignation.“Hi,” she says lightly, holding up a package.“Arabel?” I can't hide my surprise. The mere fact
Arabel's POVDespite the anger shimmering inside of me, I let it out, watching his face devoid of emotion turn aghast with shock.He suddenly leans back like someone who just had an attack, making me wonder if I was wrong when I thought he was going to sigh in total relief.Determined to get it all out, I continue painstakingly. "Before the divorce, I was pregnant with her. I…I knew… I found out that night, and I was on my way to inform you about the news when I heard you speaking with her. I decided I wasn't going to act as if I heard you clearly cheating on me…”“I didn't cheat…” I raise a hand to cut him short.“I am not done!”I am not looking at him, out of fear of what I would do to him, considering how much pain and ache I am feeling as the memories rush in like a wave of the ocean.“When I entered, you asked me if I received the papers, like it was something consensual. Something we both wanted. Something we both knew about beforehand. I asked what papers, keeping aside my int
Arabel's POVJust as the school bell rings, I park in the driveway, stepping out quickly and walking towards the waiting room, where I will pick Daisy up.When I get there, I see most of the children getting picked up by their parents, but Daisy isn't there yet.I furrow my brow because this is unusual before moving out to check the teacher's office.Before I get there, the teacher, Mrs. Maxwell, comes into view, our eyes connecting. Rather than her usual smile, a hint of sadness pierces her expression, prompting me to rush forward in panic.“Mrs. Mathew?” I call as soon as I am within reach. “Is everything okay?" Where is Daisy? I couldn't find her in the waiting room...”“She is with me.” She points towards her office before signalling for me to follow.Without any more questions, I stride after her with anxiety. I am refraining from bombarding her with questions about why Daisy is in her office instead of the waiting room.But the fact that Daisy is fine is assuring.The office doo
Richard's POVTerror slices through me as soon as I can make the name on the screen of my phone.Arabel.Why the hell is she calling at 2 a.m.?As I step out of bed and quickly answer the call, the sleepiness in my eyes disappears.“Arabel?”“Richard,” her voice is raspy, filled with fear and dread. She remains silent for a moment, as if contemplating whether to tell me what happened or not. “Are you still in London?”The questions come out in a whisper.“Yes,” I answer firmly with a nod. “What happened? Why are you calling at this time?”“A shot,” she only says, which gets my heart racing with panic. "I don't know, but I can still hear the gunshots. I'm scared. Daisy won't stop crying…I…I…” she trails off.I find myself running out of the bedroom to the living room. My car keys are on the table in the living room, so I grab them and rush out.Alex.That jerk.Ever since I saw him take a picture of her house, I knew he was up to no good. The only mistake I made was not assigning a gua
Arabel's POVWhen my eyes open, I know I cannot keep pretending. I cannot keep hoping and wishing Richard's suspicions were wrong.I see Richard talking to someone wearing a white coat, whom I presume to be the doctor. I had been awake from my unconsciousness, but I didn't want to face Richard, so I pretended to be asleep until I slept off.Now that I am awake, I know I can't continue doing this.Richard's eyes meet mine, and he rushes forward as the doctor goes out. “Hey.”“Where is Daisy?” I demand, my voice barely in a whisper.“She is asleep. Natalie is with her. I didn't want her to see you this way,” he mutters, his hand caressing my hair. I pretend as if I don't see that.In fact, I have been pretending as if I don't see how much he cares now, unlike before. I always ignore the way he stares at me lovingly. Something he didn't do when I desperately wanted him to.Every bit of my anger has subsided ever since I told Daisy about her father. I thought it was going to double, but I
Arabel's POVThe girls release a squeal of joy at the announcement of having to spend the bridal night alongside the bachelor's.The thought alone appalls me.I feel it is Ashley's way of indicating she wants no mistakes. The common mistakes men make by inviting girls for the bachelor's night and ending up having to sleep with them, or even forcing the groom to sleep with her as a way of putting an end to his bachelor's life.I wish I can voice out my disapproval, but the happy faces of eight girls make me go tight-lipped.I gulp down the remaining content of my wine before leaning forward with a smile in pretense.Of all the girls, Ashley is the only one I know. It makes me wonder why she has to make me the bridesmaid when we just got to know each other recently.When she told me, I was really honored. I couldn't reject it, but now that I think of it, I wish I had rejected it.But then, it makes me realize just how much Ashley loves our friendship. I have put little or no effort into