Before I leave for Sebastian’s mother’s place, I call Samantha for the last time, already resigned to the fact that she would not take my call. The last time I called her, a man answered the call and then Samantha had come and taken the phone from him, explaining that he was her boyfriend.It stings a little that she’s abandoned me all because of a man, and while I understand and appreciate the fact that she’s in love, I don’t understand why that means that she has to cut off all her friends. To my surprise, she picks up my call, and even sounds quite cheery on the phone.So I tell her that I’m going to stay with Sebastian’s mom for a while, just in case she decides to visit me unannounced at any time, something that she’s fond of doing. I’m surprised when she calls me a few days later and begins to ask me the details of my journey, such as at what time I’ll be at the airport and what time my flight is leaving.When I ask her why she’s asking me such questions, she informs me that she
CHARLESThe way Samantha kept insisting that I follow her to the state where she intended to stay with her friend was very suspicious, to say the least. When I asked her why she was so particular about it, her reason was that I need to know where she is going to be staying in case of any emergency, and I bought that excuse hook, line, and sinker.Her sister went back to school the day after Samantha was admitted to the hospital, saying that she had a series of tests to write, but it was obvious that she wanted to escape her sister’s razor-sharp mouth. I don’t blame her at all. Actually, I feel quite sorry for the poor kid.On the day she left, she had asked Samantha for some money in a shaky voice that was full of fear. I wasn’t surprised when the latter snapped at her and asked her if she was blind and could not see that she was hospitalized. In the end, I had given the kid more than enough money, waved away her profuse thanks, and sent her on her way.I strongly suspect that Samanth
JESSICAThe audacity of this man to even say all these mean things to me has me opening my mouth in shock as we stare angrily at each other. Who the hell does he think he is to talk to me like that when he is a lying, cheating asshole?“You know what? Fuck you. The world does not revolve around you, and neither do I live to serve you, fulfill your wishes, or please you. The fact that we had sex a few times does not give you the right to start stalking me like a creep.” I tell him hotly, the hurt and anger that I had no idea that I had been nursing all this while coming to the surface immediately. I wonder if I’m imagining the hurt look on Charle’s face.“Wow!”“Yeah. It was just sex, and if I knew that you had a fiancée, I sure as hell would never have had sex with you. You’re a terrible liar and a cheat, and I feel really sorry for any woman who is associated with you.” I tell him, noting that people were staring at us, but I’m too angry to care.Maybe if he had shown a little remors
JESSICA"I thought you were … I mean … I should have asked questions instead of just running off in anger. I didn’t know that … oh, God! I’ve been so stupid. You must think the worst of me.” I say, getting worked up. It’s my haywire hormones at work, I know.“It’s okay. You had your reasons. I’m just glad that we cleared everything up. How have you been, Jessica? I really missed you.” Charles tells me, his tone dropping an octave and sending shivers down my spine. Although he looks kind of gaunt now that I appraise him carefully, he’s still easily one of the most handsome men that I’ve ever known. Handsomeness runs in their family, it seems. For a split second, I imagine how handsome, or beautiful my child is going to be. It occurs to me that I will have to tell Charles about the baby sooner rather than later, and I fleetingly wonder how that is going to go down.“I’ve been fine. And you?” “I’ve been okay, more or less.” He replies, and for a second, an unreadable expression comes o
I wonder if I’m the only one who is thinking that there is something weird about the way she’s staring at us, but when I glance at Charles, I can see how uncomfortable he looks. He’s sweating profusely all of a sudden, and he’s staring at Samantha with what I can only term a pleading look, while the look on her face changes to one of defiance and smugness. Neither of them looks in the least bit surprised to see the other.“Um, what’s going on here?” I ask, at last, becoming very uncomfortable with the whole thing.“What’s up, girl?” Sam asks, ignoring my question.“I’m fine. This is Charles, although I think you already know him from the way you two are behaving.”“Oh, I know it’s Charles, trust me, I know,” Sam replies, with a sly smile. The smile reminds me of that of a cunning snake that I had read about in a picture book when I was about seven or so. Somehow, I know that what I’m about to hear is not going to be pleasant in the least bit.“Okay … why’re you acting weird? Charles,
I didn’t think it was possible for Charles to go any greener than he already was, but at Samantha’s words, he turns pale, and he looks like he’s going to pass out at any moment. As for me, the wheels in my head are turning rapidly, and I’m wondering how on earth to extricate myself from this rapidly embarrassing situation and painful situation.I’m not yet processing the whole thing as well as I should, but there will be enough time for that. Right now though, being in the same vicinity as Sam is extremely nauseating, so I have to get the hell out of there. It doesn’t help that Charles is standing there like a deaf or mute person, and not refuting or accepting Sam’s claims.“That’s wonderful. I wish you both the very best. Take care now.” I tell them, turning away and walking off rapidly, desperate to retain my dignity. Now, I wish that I did not ask Jeff to go away. I could do with some support right now.“Jessica, please wait! It’s not what you think at all. I only had sex with her
CHARLESI feel like I’m in the middle of one of those ridiculous TV dramas, or bad romance novels … the type which one would watch or read and think, ‘What the hell were they thinking writing a story like that? There’s no way that would ever happen in real life.”Except that it is actually happening in real life, and it is happening to me. As I lean against a wall, trying to recover from the horrible ache in my balls, as well as recover my shattered ego, I can see that the crowd is beginning to disperse, but a few people are still lingering around. Some have recognized me, as the phones in their hands suggest.I wince as I realize that they’ve been filming the scene all this while. I’m going to be in the gossip channels again, whether I like it or not. Tons of people are going to watch how I was shamefully brought down by a pregnant woman while trying to defend Jessica. The thought of this leaves a sour taste in my mouth.Samantha is nowhere to be found, which is just as well. She’s t
JESSICASebastian’s mother welcomes me to her home with open arms, as I had known she would. Once upon a time, she had practically been a mother to me, that is until my kidnap and Sebastian’s marriage to another woman. After that, I shut myself off from everyone, until now, that is.“Jessica, honey. How are you? You look so radiant and beautiful, much better than the last time I saw you. That is for sure. You put on some weight … I mean that in a good way. How have you been?” She asks, giving me a long, strong hug of affection that I hadn’t even been aware that I needed. I revel in the hug and immediately feel at home, breathing in her familiar scent.“I’ve been fine, Mrs. James,” I reply and she nods, looking me over once again. Her shrewd gaze lingers on my belly, but she does not say anything.“Hello, Jessica. Welcome. We’ve been awaiting your arrival.” A male voice says, and I whirl around to see a somewhat familiar-looking man looking at us with kind eyes.“This is Donald, Carol’