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 proceedings. Sheba was always one to protect her sister fiercely, even if it meant resorting to drastic measures. Lost in my thoughts, I was about to make a sharp turn into the street where the gym was located when a car suddenly swerved in front of me, causing me to jolt in fear. Panicking, I quickly got out of my car to check for any scratches and apologize to the person who was clearly at fault. "Hey, I'm so sorry," I said, nervously tucking my hair behind my ears as I carefully examined my car and the other vehicle. It was a brand new Ford Mustang, indicating that the driver was likely wealthy and a man. The car window rolled down, revealing a woman in her thirties and to my surprise sitting in the driver's seat while a man was in the passenger seat. She immediately stepped out to apologize to me instead. She was stunningly beautiful, with long blonde hair and captivating green eyes. Her elegance and poise caught my attention, and I couldn't help but admire her. "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I was running late to meet my personal trainer, and you were driving slowly," she explained, and I found myself momentarily speechless, captivated by her beauty. She mentioned having a personal trainer, and it occurred to me that she might be heading to the same gym as me since it was the only one on the street. "Next time, drive a bit quicker and watch where you're going," a voice from inside the car spoke up, and I assumed it was her husband. "Henry, you don't have to do that," she calmly replied, giving me a pleading look to ensure that I wasn't bothered by her husband's remark. He sat in the passenger seat, dressed in tight gym clothes that accentuated his muscular physique. With a perfectly chiseled jawline and a well-groomed goatee, he exuded confidence. His eyes were hidden behind shades, but I could tell he was attractive and carried a certain smug attitude. "I'm sorry, you won't ever see me crossing your path again," I finally gathered my thoughts and responded. "Apologies, my dear. Uh...," Bianca started, waiting for me to share my name. "Jane," I smiled, extending my hand towards her. "My name is Bianca. Are you heading to the gym down the street?" she asked, taking my hand. I nodded, confirming that I was indeed heading to the same gym. "Of course. I better hop in my car and get moving," I said, already feeling drained from the encounter and eager to get to the gym. "You should! Honey, get in the car," her husband called out, and for a brief moment, I envisioned myself giving him a piece of my mind, but I restrained myself. He was already getting on my nerves. "I'm sorry," Bianca mouthed, got into her car, and zoomed off. I followed suit, getting into my car and trailing behind them towards the gym. I arrived at the gym five minutes later, spotting Bianca and her husband already engaged in their stretches at a corner. I couldn't help but steal glances at the man, but my trainer interrupted my thoughts. "Jane! It's so good to see you," Patrick, my trainer, exclaimed, opening his arms for a hug. I hesitated briefly, then embraced him. Patrick was always friendly and welcoming, and his presence brought some comfort for a lonely man who was in his mid 40s. "It's good to see you too, Patrick," I smiled, genuinely glad to be in a familiar environment. "Oh, that beautiful smile! How I've missed seeing your face light up this place," he complimented, leading me to the corner where I usually performed my workouts. I chuckled at his flattery. It had been a while since I had been to the gym, and I appreciated the positive energy around me. As I stretched, my gaze occasionally drifted towards Bianca and her husband across the room. "Do you know them?" Patrick asked, catching me in the act of staring at the couple. I felt a tinge of embarrassment, realizing I had been caught. "Oh, no. Not really. I just met them outside," I replied with a smile, trying to brush off the awkwardness. “How long have they been training here?” I asked, casually and careful not to raise any suspicions because I knew Patrick had a fat mouth. "They've been coming here for about two weeks. Great couple! Although the husband seems a bit cranky. I heard they've been struggling to conceive," Patrick whispered, making sure only I could hear. "I hope he considers getting himself tested," I murmured to myself, not intending for Patrick to hear. I couldn't help but wonder if the husband had agreed to run tests on himself, considering the circumstances in my own marriage. "How's Rick?" he asked, and irritation flickered within me at the mention of my soon-to-be-ex-husband's name. "We're getting a divorce," I responded, deciding to be upfront about it. Patrick seemed to be well-informed about everyone's lives, and it didn't surprise me that he knew some details about my marriage. "I'm so proud of you, Jane," he smiled, showing his support. His words brought a sense of relief, and I felt a weight lifting off my shoulders. "Thank you," I replied, a genuine smile forming on my face as I started my warm-up on the treadmill. I had finished my cardio session and it was time to move on to weight training. We all gathered in the section of the gym where the barbells and dumbbells were located. As I looked around, I couldn't help but notice Henry, Bianca's husband, struggling with the barbells. Out of genuine concern, I offered to help him. "Let me help you with that," I smiled at him and swiftly picked up the weight from his chest, then placed it on the ground. "I didn't ask for your help," he snapped rudely, and I couldn't understand why he was being so mean to me. "Come on, you looked like you were about to collapse under that thing," I teased, but he just sneered at me. "I wasn't, and I didn't ask for your help. Doesn't anyone mind their own business around here?" he snapped, visibly agitated. I didn't want to deal with his tantrums, as he already seemed like trouble. "Fine, have it your way," I said, leaving him to struggle on his own as I moved to another area to continue my weightlifting routine. Occasionally, I caught him staring at me, but I chose to ignore it and focus on my own workout.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
My sister was always an early riser while me, well I was just me. The incidents of the previous night just flashed like a movie in my head. I slowly got up from my bed, caressing my head because I had a terrible headache from my hangover. I was quite surprised my sister was up and doing that morning.“Hey, Jane. Good morning,” she cooed, smiling like a butterfly that had enough nectar.“Good morning Sheba,” I said, smiling dryly and slowly getting up from my bed weakly and trying to process what was going on that morning“Come, get up. You always wake up late! I thought you’ve let go of that habit,” she said, tapping my feet which made my eyes a bit clearer to look around my room and it was an absolute mess.“Sheba, I’ve got a huge headache. Please allow me to sleep for god’s sake!” I whined, slumping back into my bed.“Not on my watch missy!” She yelled grabbing me by my left leg and dragging me all the way off my bed.“Hey! I don’t want to fall!” I yelled, supporting myself with my
“No no Jane,” she persisted, getting up from her seat and making me sit down. She offloaded the tray and nudged me to eat.“You have to eat first, so you won’t pass out. You haven’t eaten in days!” She yelled and I instantly felt really bad for her. She’s a very good and kind person and didn’t deserve this happening to her. I thought of over a million ways I could convey the message to her but it just wasn’t working. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t bring myself to deliver such terrible news. But I needed to let her know. Just hopefully, she wouldn’t be as delusional as I was in my marriage.“The food wasn’t cooked to be stared at now,” she pressed. She walked over to my bed and sat on the edge with a coffee in her hand. I was sure she wasn’t going to leave until I had eaten something. I took a quick look at my sister. Beautiful woman with short red hair. Her curves bulging out through that black trouser she wore with a red peplum shirt. She had a little tattoo on the back
..................“No! You don't understand. I need you. I need you by my side all the time!” I pleaded with Rick. We had just graduated high school and it was time for us to part ways. Rick and I were high school sweethearts. We won couple of the year every single year till we graduated high school. I just didn’t understand why he wanted to move to a different city.“I know that beautiful. But my life is in France, pursuing art. We will still talk. We’ll still keep in touch. Our love won’t ever die,” he said cupping my face in his hands. I was already ruining my mascara with the tears pouring down from my face. He had invited me out to dinner with the text that read, “We Need To Talk.”I thought my love life with him was over and I was head over heels for him. I didn’t want to lose him to any woman at all. “You know that’s not possible. You know it’s impossible to keep up with loving you from so far. Who will get me flowers? Who will I hug and kiss when it’s winter? Who would I fuck
“Well, it’s just my mother. I told her we were getting married,” I said, afraid to complete the sentence, scared of what he was going to say or how that day was going to turn out. At that point, he was already unpacking his grocery while I stood by the kitchen counter, fiddling with my top. That used to be my favorite top at that moment. But it quickly became the most disgusting thing I’d ever worn because of the memories that came with the top.“Okay, great. What did she say?” He asked, kind of excited and I felt bad for what I was about to say but I had to say it anyways so I took a deep breath and out.“Well, she doesn’t approve,” I said and held my breath for a moment, waiting for a reaction but I saw none. “Did you hear me?” I repeated to know if he was actually listening.“Oh yea, I heard you, baby,” he said absentmindedly as he still rummaged through the grocery as though he was searching for something. “Shit! I forgot the sardine,” he spat but I was concerned that he had nothi
“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’