Arabella. I watched my best friend glare at the man beside me, I looked at her and then at Harry who also had the same look on his face which instantly turned to a grin. The look on Agnes's face was a first, I had never seen her look that way before like she wanted to beat him until he was dead, b
Arabella. “He cheated on me,” I repeated in case she didn’t hear it the first time. “I heard you Arabella,” she said in a small voice. “How? Why would he do that? You have done nothing but love him, I mean you both are so in love with each other so why would he do that?” She asked the same questi
Arabella. I’m currently lying on Agnes’s bed but wasn’t sleeping. I couldn’t sleep even with the banging headache and stuffy nose. I knew I would get sick from crying too much but I didn’t stop. The door opened and Agnes brought her head inside, she smiled softly as our eyes met and I returned her
“It’s the same one, Aggie. The same bastard who left me in high school,” I replied. “What does he want now? And why did he show his face now when he went MIA on you years ago?” She asked angrily. I shrugged, I had no answer for that: I didn’t know his reason for leaving, why he could leave without
Arabella. “What are you going to do now?” Agnes asked as she pulled from the hug. Honestly, I have no idea what I would do right now. I was thinking of getting a divorce, I can’t stay with a man who doesn’t think I’m enough for him. I wanted to leave him but that came with a price; my father’s lif
Arabella. There has never been a time I had to urge to hit somebody on the head so badly that they would hit the floor and not wake up for the next ten hours but right now I have that urge—so strong that it’s almost consuming me. Right now I have that urge to hit Ashton. “I swear that she’s the o
Arabella. I faced him and saw him looking at me…..with a smirk on his face. “Do you think you can survive out there with me?” Cocky bastard. “Without my help, my influence, and my money? Do you think your father could last a day or two more without getting his treatment the right way?” The one th
Arabella. “I heard you are divorcing my son,” I rolled my eyes as I heard her voice. I need no one to tell me what that was. “And what if I am?” I asked without taking my eyes off the laptop screen. “You should think about your decision before doing anything Arabella,” I looked at her. “It’s for
I shook my head, I am nothing like him. I am not a cheat like him. “Don’t compare yourself to me, Ashton, we are about to get divorced so I have every right to be with another man. You hate the thought of it right?” I asked, staring at his fuming face. “You hate the thought of me kissing another
Arabella. Ashton leaned back in his seat, looked at the envelope, and then at me. “So this is it huh? This is what our life has become, Ara,” he said, confusing me. “We could have been happy, you know, all this wouldn’t have happened if you had stayed.” He said, and I frowned hating how he was pa
Arabella. Just like I thought, the drama I created back at the restaurant blew up like wildfire, everyone was either commenting on how cheap Ashton was and back lashing his mistress. I felt good knowing that they wouldn’t support him because he was rich and could harm any of them. I left the house
Arabella. “Ara…do not lie to me. I know something happened between you guys, so give me a damn reply.” She urged. I shook my head, “Nothing happened Aggie. He….we only bumped in the club and then he offered to bring me home when I was feeling tired. That’s all.” I lied, biting my inner cheek and f
Arabella. I noticed two strange things when I woke up this morning, The first was that I was in a new set of clothes when I do not remember putting them on and the second was that my head was aching so bad that it felt like it was going to fall off. I sat up in the bed and looked around, I couldn'
Agnes. Life isn’t fair. Life is fucking cruel. But we only get this one, so we have to make it count. You can’t dwell in the past, you look ahead, count your blessings, and plan for the future. That is what someone close to me always tells me. At first, I thought it was bullshit but now I can se
It was almost seven and I didn’t want to go home now. “I don’t know, anywhere my legs take me to,” I answered with a shrug. We kept walking without saying anything for a while, just enjoying the silence and the cold air. “What you did back there was badass Ara,” he said and my lips curled up in a
Arabella. He thought I couldn’t do it. He was edging me, thinking I was all bark and no bite but then I proved him wrong. “Everyone, I would like you to meet my husband and his mistress!” I said, yelling at the top of my voice so it would attract the attention of everyone in the restaurant. And
“No, this one is more than a thief. He’s a fucking cheater.” Okay with those words I needed no one to tell me whom he was talking about. My whole body tensed as the familiar scent of his cologne wafted into my nose. He’s here. “Woah, Ara you didn’t tell me his mistress is a human Barbie,” Dan spo