“Well! Now, we’re going to have to make a new round of chicken,” I said, groaning angrily while he chuckled and pointed toward the store room.“At least we have a whole island of them,” he joked and I nodded, slightly feeling guilty about wasting food.I had grown up to know that wasting food was not an option and here I was, abusing the gift of abundance. I needed to retrace my steps.“Why don’t we just order takeout?” I suggested and he pondered a while over it before he shrugged and looked me in the eyes.“What?” I asked and he shrugged. “Well, why do you want takeout?” He asked and I rolled my eyes. He was literally impossible.“Don’t give me that look! I just want to know why. I can cook the food if that is what it’s about,” he pressured but I was already having a headache as he kept going on and on.“I didn't know men talk a lot,” I spat and he looked at me with a surprised expression.“Okay, I’m only talking this much because I want you to be comfortable with me. I don’t want
"And I now pronounce you, man and wife," echoed the priest's voice in my head as I gazed at the shattered pieces of the glassware my husband had used to frame our wedding picture. It was the same glassware he picked up and shattered, as if it were nothing. One would think something so valuable should be treasured. But not in my case. I had considered myself a fortune, a prize, but it was all a delusional illusion. Was all this for a man who would never love me? I couldn't help but wonder. "Now that we are married, we can finally divide our shares and part ways as if we never met," he had said those exact words to me on our wedding night. I was dumbstruck, but I held onto a glimmer of hope. Winning his love was no easy task. He had already made up his mind that he would never fall in love or get married. Yet, there I was, entangled in my own web of delusions, trying to make him love me. "Men can only change when they want to change," my sister's warning echoed in my mind as i
"Well, what did he say?" My sister Sheba asked, her eyes locked onto me as if I were presenting her with a contract. Impatience radiated from her. I stared at the tea in my hand, searching for the right words to convey my predicament. How could I tell her that I was the problem without outright saying it? ... She had hurriedly left her own home as soon as she heard that he had laid a finger on me. It was a desperate lie, an attempt to draw her into my delusion. "So? Where is that mad man?!" She shouted, impatient and panting as if she had just finished a marathon, awaiting her victory like a queen. She was visibly agitated, ready to hit anyone or anything for my sake. As touched as I was by her concern, I was also apprehensive about telling her that he hadn't actually harmed me. I faked it. I faked another bruise on my arm, using a knife to cut myself before her visit to my house. "Oh my days, did he do this to you?" She asked, carefully examining my arm in anger. "I
I drove slowly to the gym this time, taking the opportunity to process my thoughts and calm down. I was feeling jittery, and my palms were still sweaty from the revelation earlier. "Your husband has been a liar all this while," the words of the doctor echoed in my mind as I clutched the result papers in my hand. It confirmed my suspicions, and I couldn't believe that my husband had been deceiving me for so long. "I told you so! I always knew something was off with that man," Sheba's voice rang in my ears. She had been skeptical of my husband from the beginning, and now her concerns were proven right. "I will tell mama," she had threatened, reaching for her phone. I pleaded with her not to involve our mother at that moment. It would only complicate things further, and I wanted to handle the situation discreetly. "Okay, fine. But you have to make that divorce process quick, or else," she warned, leaving me with no choice but to promise her that I would initiate the divorce pro
I woke up to the enticing aroma of freshly baked bread and croissants, accompanied by my favorite brand of juice. As I slowly opened my eyes, I couldn't believe what I saw. There was a bouquet of flowers on my dressing table, and there stood my husband, entering my room with a food tray filled with various delicious meals, including eggs and bacon. To say that I was touched would be an understatement. It was completely out of character for him, as he had never treated me this way before. I looked at him suspiciously, wondering what his intentions were, as he approached me with a wide grin and the tray in his hands. "Rick, what are you doing?" I rubbed my eyes, trying to make sure I wasn't still dreaming or experiencing some sort of aftereffect. "I'm serving your breakfast, honey," he said, and I was shocked. Did he just call me that? He had never used such endearing terms before—it was always Jane or woman. This sudden change in behavior puzzled me. "Yes, I can see that, but
“Get away from me you asshole!” I screamed, pushing him hard away from me that he hit his back against the walls of the door.“What do you think you’re doing?! Don’t you have a wife?” I yelled in exasperation and even though, I wanted to feel that sense of love again, I really wanted him to get away from me. “It is men like you who ruin homes and drive their wives crazy, so the get a divorce!” I added and he just stood there, staring at me as though he had nothing to say but hell, I had more than a lot to say to him.“And so this makes me what? A bitch? A dry man who wants nothing but to be inside a wet pussy? Come on Jane! I don’t even have a wife!” He barked and I was shocked at his resounding words. What did he mean he didn’t have a wife.“Oh you’re a fine one to deny your wife. What did I expect anyways?” I scoffed, returning back to the sink to complete what I had started.“I mean it, I would never lie to you or to anyone else. Bianca is not my wife and I can prove it,” he said,
I immediately pulled out my phone and recorded the scene. At that point, the people in the room were begging. It was my sister’s husband. The same man we called severally to come pick his wife up. Is that how he usually behaved with her? Has my sister been hiding how shitty her husband is too? “Lying bastards,” I spat to him, the lady who was with him and my husband, Rick. Oh, how I wasn’t even moved by seeing my husband there. It was very normal and usual to see him. He wasn’t even begging. But I was indeed shocked to my marrows to see Vincent, my sister’s husband.“Wait, wait, Jane, don’t tell Sheba please,” he pleaded and I let out a very loud cackle.“What do you take me for? Like who exactly do you think I am? Not to tell my sister about how shitty you are? You must be mad,” I scoffed, still holding my phone up, recording.“It’s the work of the alcohol, I was drunk. I’m still drowsy from all the drinking and partying, it’s just an honest mistake, Jane please, don’t,” he pleaded,
………..“What are you doing in my home?!” I thundered, catching Rick for the first time with a woman on our matrimonial bed. I had just gotten back from a visit to my sisters. And Rick and I had just made love the previous night. He had promised me the world, he had promised me he would change. But I was still seeing the same version of him before me and even worse. That was the umpteenth time he had promised me of a change. What was I thinking believing him all of those times? Or was that what it was? Maybe I just decided to ignore the fact that he wasn’t mine or maybe it was something more.“Get out! Both of you!” I charged at the both of them but Rick wasn’t having it. “Jane! Stop this bullshit! Leave us alone now!” He thundered and I stood there like a hopeless sheep in the woods. Did he just disrespect me in the presence of his mistress? Was it a crime to love someone? Did he just ask me to leave the both of them in my matrimonial bed?“In case you have forgotten so quickly Rick, t
“Well! Now, we’re going to have to make a new round of chicken,” I said, groaning angrily while he chuckled and pointed toward the store room.“At least we have a whole island of them,” he joked and I nodded, slightly feeling guilty about wasting food.I had grown up to know that wasting food was not an option and here I was, abusing the gift of abundance. I needed to retrace my steps.“Why don’t we just order takeout?” I suggested and he pondered a while over it before he shrugged and looked me in the eyes.“What?” I asked and he shrugged. “Well, why do you want takeout?” He asked and I rolled my eyes. He was literally impossible.“Don’t give me that look! I just want to know why. I can cook the food if that is what it’s about,” he pressured but I was already having a headache as he kept going on and on.“I didn't know men talk a lot,” I spat and he looked at me with a surprised expression.“Okay, I’m only talking this much because I want you to be comfortable with me. I don’t want
“Oh, I see. Well, it is hard for a guy to pass by you and not stare at you with his eyes or even make a passing comment. But that’s not what we’re trying to talk about here,” he said, noticing my uncomfortable look. “I’m sorry, okay? I just want to keep letting you know how beautiful you are and how lucky I feel to have you over. How lucky I feel that both of us are sharing the same house at the moment. How lucky I feel that I’m helping you with whatever it is that you need, okay? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable near me. I want you to feel very comfortable because it’s going to be a long ride in the long run. But I need to remind you once in a while how crazy you drive me,” he said and I blushed again.“Okay, I’ve heard you. I’ve heard everything you said. Now, I guess it’s time to go and have dinner. Maybe. I’m starving,” I said to him as he nodded in agreement. “Of course, yeah, dinner. I didn’t even realize how much time had passed since I stayed with you. You make time go
“Alright then, we can drive there right now,” David said with a mischievous grin. I looked outside and saw that it was already getting dark. I just wanted to smile and relax and wait, because obviously he couldn’t penetrate that safe. And I made sure that it was a high-quality safe that I laid my hands on while I was at UNI. You know, that woman who first gave me those original documents? She also gave me that safe. Nobody could crack it open, not even the best programmer in the world. It couldn’t even be blown up by a bomb. It was just a safe, just the way it was. So I was less bothered about that, but what I was a little bit bothered about was the fact that he would go in there and probably start taking all the furniture and all his clothes and all that.“Don’t worry, there’s no rush. Revenge, especially the sweet ones, take time. We’re going to go tomorrow. It’s already getting late. We should make something to eat and go to bed,” I said to him with a smile. He smiled back
“Jane, Jane, relax.” David said, as he rushed towards me. He tried to hold my shoulders, because I looked like I was going crazy. Like I was going mad. And he was probably very afraid at that point, because I was acting batshit crazy. That I was going to injure myself or him. So he held me firmly in his arms and made me look at his eyes. His caring eyes.I said to him, with tears in my eyes, “All the assets, everything I worked my ass off for, everything is gone. I have searched everywhere. I have checked everything. Maybe I misplaced it. But no. Henry has betrayed me.” I said in the most heartbreaking voice you could ever imagine.I was so heartbroken, because I never would have done the same to Henry. But why did he do this to me? He had stolen from me. And I would not stop until I had stolen back from him.“I always knew Henry was shady for that thing he did. Of course, it had nothing to do with getting married to you or you being a terrible person to get married to. There were alw
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said, with a very nervous chuckle, as I tucked my hair behind my ears and faced forward, avoiding his gaze. But deep down, I knew he was right about what he was saying. I was just very afraid to admit the truth. He asked again, “Jane, look at me. We need all the information we can get if we’re going to get to the bottom of this. You don’t have to be afraid to release any information. You don’t have to be reluctant to do that, OK? I’m here, standing by your side. I’m always by your side and I will forever be by your side. Right now, we need all the information we can get. You’re the only one who can give us that information. Do you understand, Jane?” He asked, looking at me intently. I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed by emotions. I didn’t know how to feel at that point, because he was right. I knew so many things that could have made Henry make this decision of his. Or whatever it was. I knew quite a few things about why he may have lef
“OK, so I have some detective friends who could also help out in your case, but I need your consent with everything. I promise you it’s not an affiliation with anybody, not your ex-husband, not your fiancé. You know I just really want to help, just in case you need backup. Is that OK with you?” He asked, his voice gentle and reassuring.I looked at him, feeling a surge of gratitude and affection.His eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of something else in them. Something warm and tender, something that made my heart skip a beat.I almost wanted to jump up and hug him, but I had to comport myself because I was a lady. Oh, fuck it, I thought, and jumped up and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close.“What was that for?” He asked, sounding surprised but pleased.I smiled shyly and pulled away slightly. “Well, you care about me more than anyone else cared about me ever since I lost my child. So I think you deserve more than that.” I said softly.He took my ja
“Why don’t you call them to know what’s up?” He asked, looking at me with concern. I shook my head.“No, no, no, no. We already spoke about this. We discussed it. It’s OK. They will have to be the one to call me after the mission is complete. I can’t call them now. It would be destroying something in the mission.” I said, biting my lip nervously. I was already tapping my feet fast on the ground and grinding my teeth anxiously. Just remembering everything already brought a knot to my stomach and a lump to my throat. And I guess he noticed, because he reached out to my hands and took them in his. He rubbed them gently and gave me a reassuring smile.“It’s OK. I’m sure you’re going to get the text soon. But I need to ask you some questions. I don’t know if it will be OK for you to answer them for me.” He said and I looked at him. I hesitated a little bit, because I didn’t say I was going to trust anyone with the information that I had. But I was willing to give him a small chance. May
“Oh, not so fast, David,” I said, holding up my hand. “Not so fast. You have to take it easy with all this flattery. I’m very quick to fall in love, haven’t you noticed that?” I teased him and he looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes. His smile matched his eyes, bright and warm. It was one of the most brilliant features about him. Was I falling in love again? I had just promised myself that I wouldn’t fall in love so quickly, but I couldn’t help it. This man was amazing. So good looking… Even more good looking than Henry and Rick combined. And I had a very high affinity for very good looking men. And to be honest, at that point, I didn’t really care. I just felt that I should live life and just be who I wanted to be, when I wanted to be, and how I wanted to be.“Oh, I have noticed,” he said, leaning closer to me. “We did have quite the chemistry there when I first walked into the room. When I got coffee with you, you know… I felt it. It was kind of obvious. But I didn’t think anyth
I felt dizzy for a while because I was so confused. I was usually the one who said I love you first in all my relationships. I was usually the one who made the first move, probably because of my desperation. I hoped so much that this man wouldn’t see through my desperation, that he wouldn’t see how desperate I was to find somebody to love. But obviously, I was wrong because he saw it. Why would a man be telling me that he loved me on the very first day we met? And given the circumstances surrounding it, it was a big lie, at least in my ears. What did he mean by love at first sight?“Jane, Jane, did you hear what I said?” David’s voice woke me up from my little mini trance right there. I didn’t even realize that I had drifted off from the normal conversation that we were having. But in truth, I didn’t know what to reply to that because obviously, I didn’t love him. But I did have a little bit of liking for him. And if there’s anything I’ve learned over the past few months, it’