Arabella. I was thankful the traffic light went green after he asked that question, I didn’t want to tell him about my current horrible predicament. I was overly grateful he didn’t push the matter deeper, I let out a sigh of relief when I sighted Agnes’s house from the car. “Look how happy you ar
Arabella. Agnes and I were seated in an awkward silence in her living room until she decided to break it. “So you’re divorcing him huh?” She asked and I nodded. I haven’t told her about his mistress being pregnant for him yet and she’s this pissed. “Are you okay with that Ara?” I looked at her.
Ashton. It still felt surreal that Arabella wasn’t in the house, I couldn’t believe she could walk away like nothing ever happened between us. I admit that I made a mistake—which was biting me in the ass now—but couldn’t she forgive me for it? I mean I am the one she’s in love with, I know she lov
Arabella. I spent the next hours going through my emails again and again yet there still wasn’t any email from the company I applied to. I bit my nail nervously and as I sat on the couch while staring at my phone screen, for some reason I wanted an email to magically appear in my phone telling me
Arabella. “I’m not trying to pry in your life but I want to say this,” my head whipped to the side, looking at Agnes who was leaning at the room door. “Your mother is a bitch,” I stifled a laugh but ended up crying and laughing at the same time. “I’m sorry but not sorry for saying that,” She said
Arabella. “Miss Owen, this is attorney Cheryl,” Cheryl said as soon as I picked up the call. “I know Cheryl. How did it go?” I asked, balancing the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I opened the door of the taxi. The wait intensified as I waited for her answer. Cheryl called me two days ag
Arabella. I stood in front of the building where I would be doing my second interview for the day, the building was larger than the rest I had been to. The name of the building ‘Andro’s Corp.’ was boldly written at the top in a beautiful golden letter that shone so brightly with the sun facing it.
Alejandro. It was like fate was giving me signs that this could work again, that whatever Ellie and I had in the past could happen again and I'm starting to believe that. Seeing Ellie here in my office was coincidental, hell I had no idea she was going to be among one of the applicants. I should h
Arabella. Agnes didn’t return home that night after she left with Harry, at first I was worried but after getting a text from her that everything was alright only then was I able to sleep properly. My days have been the same and I haven’t come across Ashton and his mistress which was another plus
“Nothing much apart from trying to find out what your girlfriend's problem is.” Mom answered, causing me to look at her. With narrowed eyes, I asked, “What happened?” “She’s being a bitch brother.” Lily chipped in. “What?” “Yes, she’s acting like she owns the house whenever you are out knowing w
Ashton. Work was hectic, and getting home was worse. My week had started badly—by getting officially divorced—and it ended up being worse. I haven’t been able to concentrate for the whole day and if it wasn't for the help of my secretary I would have signed a million dollar deal with a rival compa
Alejandro. These past few days have been hell for me and for everyone around me, they know they shouldn’t say or act like a fool when I’m like this. I tried so hard to focus on business and get my head straight but instead, I waged a war with another small group in town. I haven’t done something
Arabella. Everything was finalized. My lawyer made sure everything went smoothly and now I can officially say that I’m divorced. I had a breakdown, crying myself to sleep while staring at the papers but after a while, I was able to stop, I even had a little party about the divorce. It still feels
Arabella. I didn’t know what to feel as I stared at the divorce papers; should I be relieved, hurt, or upset that he finally signed? My emotions were in a fucking mess and I couldn’t control it, my eyes stings and I know I was going to cry soon because my sight became blurry but I can’t. I felt to
Arabella. “At least I’m not the one who whored herself to a married man.” I smirked seeing the way her face dropped. She no longer had that smug look on her face and neither was she smiling. Good. “You don’t get to preach to me why I shouldn’t be happy or not when you are not happy, bitch. You sl
Arabella. It has been three days and I haven’t seen nor spoken to Alejandro—well I have been avoiding him. I planned on doing that until he got the message that I did not want anything to do with him and his violent world again. In those three days I took a long time planning my life, I wanted it
Ashton. I left the house after making sure Sandra was out in her place, looking back at everything I said to her the only thing I can say is that she deserved it. She shouldn’t think I would give her princess treatment because she is pregnant with my child—the same child I have doubts if it’s mine