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
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
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
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'
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. 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. 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
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. 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