“Does this mean we can’t see as usual?” He asked lowering his voice. “What do you mean Landry?” I asked, pretending not to know exactly what he meant. He looked at me with a mix of frustration and longing. He knew I was pretending, but he didn't want to push me too hard. He wanted to respect my boundaries, even if they hurt him. "I mean, you know what I mean, Jane. We've been seeing each other for months now, and I thought we had something special. But ever since your whole memory loss thing, you've been avoiding me. You barely answer my calls, you cancel our plans, you act like we're strangers in public. How long can we keep this up?" He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I love you, Jane. I don't care what your husband thinks. He can't control your life. You're a Stone, a descendant and successor of the Stone’s family empire. Why can't you just tell him the truth?"I shook my head and clenched my fists. “No, I can’t just tell him the truth. Landry, don’t you get it?” “Th
“Good morning, baby,” I greeted him warmly as I walked into his room carrying a tray of delicious breakfast. He looked up at me, yawning and stretching on his bed. He rubbed his eyes a little bit before focusing on me and the food. “Oh wow, good morning, darling,” he replied, his voice still groggy from sleep.He started feeling his sheets nervously, as if he was afraid of what he might find underneath. He glanced at me with a puzzled expression and asked, “Baby, did you bring me here?” He sounded unsure and confused. I looked at him with a reassuring smile and said, “Yes, of course. You were so intoxicated last night that I had to take you home.”“Oh, wow,” he muttered, looking around the room as if he didn’t recognize it. He ran his fingers through his hair while I set the tray on his bedside table. I leaned in and kissed his forehead gently. “Don’t worry, you are fine, OK? Remember that I’m your wife and I took very good care of you. You were just too drunk to drive or to remember a
I knocked on the door of Sheba’s apartment, holding a bouquet of roses in my hand. I hoped that my sister would be happy to see me, especially after what we had gone through. I had been trying to reach Sheba for days, but she never answered her phone or replied to my messages. I was worried sick about her.Sheba opened the door and I gasped. She looked terrible. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her hair was messy and unkempt, and her clothes were wrinkled and stained. She looked like she hadn’t slept or eaten in days.“Jane?” Sheba said in a weak voice.“Hi, sis,” I said, forcing a smile. “I brought you some flowers.”I handed the roses to Sheba, who took them without enthusiasm.“Thank you,” she said, but she didn’t smile.“Can I come in?” I asked.“Sure,” she said, stepping aside.I entered the apartment and looked around. It was a mess. There were dishes piled up in the sink, clothes scattered on the floor, and papers strewn on the table. The air was stale and stuffy.“W
I parked the car in the driveway and turned to Sheba, who was sitting in the passenger seat. She looked tired and sad, her eyes red from crying. She had a suitcase and a backpack with her, all the belongings she had managed to take from her former home.“Are you ready?” I asked her softly.She nodded and gave me a weak smile. “Thank you, sis. You’re the best.”I hugged her and said, “Don’t mention it. You’re my sister and I love you. Come on, let’s go inside.”We got out of the car and carried her stuff to the door. I unlocked it and opened it, letting Sheba go in first. She looked around the spacious living room, admiring the furniture and the decorations.“Wow, this is beautiful. It looks very different from the last time I was here,” she said.“Thank you. It’s all thanks to my husband. He has a great taste.” I led her to the guest room, where I had prepared a bed and some fresh towels for her. I helped her unpack her things and made sure she was comfortable.“I’ll leave you to res
She sighed and said, “What happened? I heard you and your husband arguing. It sounded like hell up there.”“Oh, Sheba, don’t be a killjoy now!” I said, raising my hands in the air as I walked over to the bed and sat next to her. “It’s nothing, really.”She rolled her eyes and said, “Jane! Don’t lie to me. You know you can tell me anything.”“Okay, okay, fine!” I said, giving in to her curiosity. “Rick has agreed to let you stay here.” I continued.“Okay, great! But you guys had to argue about it?” She asked.“Never mind that, Sheba.” I said, waving my hand dismissively. “It’s not important.”“Have you settled in? I have plans for us tonight.” I said, changing the subject.She nodded and said, “Yeah! I should be good to go. And I think I need a new phone because Vincent won’t stop blowing up my phone with calls.” She said, showing me her screen with dozens of missed calls from her husband.“Don’t worry, my sister. Soon, we’ll kick these men out of our lives and live our best lives, ok
So finally we’re done with the massage and we went to the part of the spa where they did manicure and pedicure. As we sat down, they offered us a glass of wine to sip and I looked at my sister and she looked back at me and we both laughed. We didn’t know why we were laughing though, but we were very happy and very relaxed at where we were. The spa was cozy and elegant, with soothing music playing in the background and a pleasant aroma of lavender in the air.They started on our pedicure and it was really, really refreshing and relaxing, especially when I dipped my leg into that warm water and she was really careful with my feet. She gently scrubbed away the dead skin, massaged my calves, and applied a shiny polish on my nails.“Sister, this is so relaxing and refreshing. I’m so glad we came on this outing,” I said to her and she smiled.“Of course, Jane, I’m the best at planning stuff. Have you forgotten that?” she said, and I laughed.“Oh no, I haven’t forgotten,” I said.So while we
She looked at me with a hint of suspicion and annoyance, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips. I was sure she didn’t like me asking about her husband. I mean, what kind of woman would anyway?She tried to act casual and friendly, but I could tell she was lying. She shifted in her seat, crossed her legs, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.“Oh, my husband is fine,” she said, forcing a smile. “He’s just very busy with his work and his projects. He travels a lot, you know. He’s always in different countries and cities. He’s very successful and popular.”She paused, then added, “And he loves me very much. He’s very loyal and faithful to me. He would never cheat on me or hurt me. He’s the best husband ever.”She looked at me with a smug and superior expression, as if she was trying to rub it in my face.But I knew better. I knew she was insecure and unhappy. I knew she was desperate, afraid, and jealous.I knew she was lying to herself and to me.I decided to play along with her
Sheba and I had just finished our dinner and we were ready to hit the club. My phone started ringing. “I wonder who it is,” I said to her as I checked the caller ID. It was Landry, my date for the night. “Hello, Landry, how are you doing?” I said, putting him on speaker.“I’m good. Where are you ladies at?” He asked. His voice was deep and smooth, like honey.“Well, guess what? We’re headed for the club,” I said, smiling at Sheba. She cooed and winked at me. We were having so much fun and I had never seen her that happy or that lively in a very long time. So I was happy that she was happy.“Alright, we’ll see you ladies there. We’re already here by the way,” He said. “And remember, I told you I was going to bring my brother, my twin brother actually.”“Oh yeah, you did tell me,” I said, trying to sound casual. Sheba was also very excited to meet him, but she pretended to be cool about it. She gave me a look that said, “What the hell are you doing?” and I laughed. “Don’t worry, sister.