KIAN’S POVI didn’t see her approach us until she’s standing right beside me. If the expression on Beverly’s face was the same one on mine when I first saw Leslie, then Leslie was right to ask if I’d seen a ghost. But unlike how my shock left me spellbound and unable to string together a meaningful
LESLIE’S POV I watch every single detail, every single twitch of both their faces as they try to make sense of my words that I intentionally kept vague. The entire five minutes of engaging with them both has left me with a series of feelings ranging from fulfillment at their reaction to seeing me,
KIAN’S POV Before the arrival of the Hanson Group’s chairman, I already had my fingers bunched up in a fist, ready to send it flying in my uncle’s face in a frenzy of rage that had been brewing since the night I saw them together at that restaurant one month ago. I was ready to give it all up–my
“With all due respect sir, she is Leslie Winston, my wife and I do no–” “Then who is the woman beside you, Mr Winston?” He cuts me off and he stares at me knowingly while I struggle to find the right answer to his question. Deep down, I can tell he already knows the answer and I feel the tingles o
KIAN'S POV The ride home that night was just as suffocating as the ride to the plaza earlier that evening. Only this time, it wasn’t because of Beverly’s never ending talks. In fact, she barely said a word during the ride, didn’t even complain about how I almost left the gala without her because I
LESLIE'S POV Today is officially my first day as the new head designer at Hanson's Fashion Company. The day I take on a responsibility that has always been my lifelong dream and it really still feels like a dream. Sometimes, I pinch myself and expect to wake up in my gloomy room, 5am in the morni
BEVERLY’S POV I drum my fingers on the steering wheel as I wait, impatience and annoyance coiling inside of me all at once like a venomous snake. It’s dark, eerily so. I hate the dark but I couldn’t care less at this moment since all my senses are busy catering to my pent-up rage to give a damn abo
KIAN'S POVAmidst my mother shoving the idea of another marriage down my throat every chance she gets, and coming home everyday to Beverly who is constantly in my face and even taking up the role of a wife in my home, work is the only way I have been able to cope in the past few days.It’s 8 o'clock
KIAN’S POV “How long are you going to hold on to that?” Cole’s voice startles me. The ring box I was playing with in my hands almost slips out of my hold but I catch it before it can fall to the ground. I glare in Cole’s way as I tuck the box safely back into the last drawer beside my office desk.
LESLIE’S POV (Another week later) I’m starting to think the news weatherman is a fraud. Three years ago and now, his forecast about a perfect sunny day is entirely wrong. The sky harbours thick clouds that hide the sun no matter how desperate she wants to take a peek. It’s no different from tha
LESLIE’S POV (One week later) > ***************************************************** Read and delete. It’s the third time this week and I’m starting to get sick of seeing the words “corpse”, “body” and “Funeral”. I’ve been subconsciously blaming the innocent little thing growing ins
LESLIE’S POV I join Kian’s mother outside the room, closing the door behind me. She is still stewing in anger, face red with rage that’s waiting to be unleashed. Usually, I would do anything to pacify her so I wouldn't be at the receiving end of that unbridled rage. Now? Irritation is all I feel at
LESLIE’S POV (One Week Later) “If the police show up again, spray them in the face with the fire extinguisher or something.” Cole’s irritated voice filters through my phone’s speaker and it makes me crack a smile for the first time in a week. “Pretty sure I would get arrested for that.” “Not
LESLIE’S POV My reflexes work faster than they ever have. Fast enough to help me roll away, and bump into Beverly in the process. Mike relentlessly stalks towards me and that’s when I get a good look at his affected leg. I time his movement and before he can take another angry swing of his weapon
LESLIE’S POV Seconds after Beverly crumples to the ground, my breath is still caught in my throat. I’m still trembling as I watch her sprawled on the floor, body jerking uncontrollably. I’m amazed at my strength to still remain standing despite the traumatising scene in front of me. To still grip t
LESLIE’S POV Our hearts are already in our mouths before we see what jumped at us—a ginormous rat, every bit as scared as us. It runs at full speed and scurries into the nearby bush. “All clear.” She mutters and we both step into the shed using her phone’s flashlight. It’s a full shed; a bunch of
LESLIE’S POV We’re barely two minutes away from the abandoned school gate when the engine starts to sputter, the entire truck shaking with the intensity. “No…no…no…no, not now!” Beverly lets out a panicked groan. I am preoccupied with looking behind us to make sure we’re not being followed but at