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 why?" I asked, looking around the room, half-expecting something to jump out at me or reveal a hidden motive. Since I had discovered his secret and mentioned divorce, he hadn't been himself. He had been going out of his way to please me, but I always assumed it was because of a guilty conscience. Now, receiving this princess treatment, which I had never experienced even on our wedding night, left me bewildered. "Please don't reject it," he pleaded, going down on one knee. I had often rejected his help, waiting patiently for the day of the hearing to arrive so I could finally leave this miserable marriage behind. "Oh, come on, Rick. Why now? Why have you suddenly decided to do this?" I asked, utterly perplexed. I got out of bed, slipping my feet into comfy flip-flops, and walked to the door, holding it wide open for him. "Please leave," I gestured towards the door, asking him to go. I didn't want any of his patronizing treatment. He had all the time and effort in the world to show me kindness while I was still trying to please him, but he never reciprocated. "Jane, please don't do this," he pleaded, still on his knees, but it was becoming increasingly irritating. "I said get out, Rick!" I snapped, and he stopped in his tracks. He picked up the food tray he had dropped, dropped his head and shoulders like a broken man, and silently made his way out of my room. "Leave," I urged him to move faster because I had an event to prepare for. "I swear to God, if you speak to me in that manner again..." he began, but I cut him off. "Or what?! You'll hit me again? You'll throw a vase at me again? Just so you know, I have evidence of domestic abuse, and anything else you do to me will be documented as well. I'll make sure you rot in jail, asshole!" I spat at his face, while he just stared at me, unable to utter a word. We locked eyes for a long, tense moment before he stormed off in anger, accidentally dropping the food tray. "And make sure you clean that up!" I yelled after him, slamming the door shut behind me. "That man is always trouble," I muttered to myself as I went about preparing for the event my sister had invited me to. She knew I needed some space and time to clear my head. It was the grand opening of one of the biggest clubs in town, and her husband happened to be best friends with the owner. I was grateful for the opportunity to escape reality, even if only for a little while. "Sheba?" I said on the phone once our call connected. "Jane, where are you? The party just started," she whined, knowing well that I was notorious for being fashionably late. "I'm very close to the club now, about to enter the parking lot," I replied, holding my phone in one hand and driving with the other. "Hurry up," she insisted before our call disconnected. I spotted a parking space and decided to park there. I took out my mirror from my purse and began fixing my hair and makeup, applying more lip gloss when I heard a knock on my car window. I turned my head and was surprised to see Henry, the man from the gym, standing there and knocking. I rolled down the window to hear what he had to say. "Did you come to apologize for the gym incident?" I mocked him, not taking his presence seriously, and he stared at me without flinching. "You're parked in my space," he stated plainly, and I looked ahead, expecting to see a reserved sign but found none. "Bullshit. I'm not in the mood for your games right now. I have a party to attend," I replied, turning off my car and putting my keys in my bag. I got out of the car, and the doors locked automatically. "That party happens to be mine," he declared, and I laughed, thinking it was just a silly joke. "If this is some kind of prank, please stop," I said, about to walk away from him, but then the security guard at the gate stopped me. "Ma'am, we're so sorry for the inconvenience, but this man is the owner of the club, and we had reserved this space for him. We apologize, ma'am," he humbly explained, and I was left dumbfounded and embarrassed for assuming he was playing a trick on me or trying to get me into trouble. "Oh, right. I'm sorry," I sneered at him as I made my way back to my car to reposition it, but he grabbed me by the arm, which I immediately pushed away. "You don't have to do that anymore. Just know that next time, this is my spot," he said smugly before walking away. His entire presence annoyed me, and I felt an urge to punch him. After calming down, I entered the club, which was packed with people, predominantly from the upper class. Numerous waiters approached me with various drinks and an array of food, but I wasn't hungry. I searched for my sister until I found her. "Hey, Jane, meet Henry, the owner of this amazing club," she introduced me to Henry, who extended his hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you," he smiled as if we hadn't met earlier. "Nice to meet you too," I faked a smile, playing along with whatever game he was playing. We spent some time in the VIP lounge, and I couldn't help but notice that his wife, Bianca, was not present. Throughout the evening, Henry and I kept stealing glances at each other, each time accompanied by his annoying smirk. I was irritated by his mere presence. "I need to use the bathroom," I informed my slightly intoxicated sister, who nodded and continued chatting with the people at the table. I was already slightly tipsy and thought rinsing my face with cool water would help. As I entered the bathroom, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and was startled to see Henry standing there. "What the fuck are you doing in the ladies' room?!" I yelled, feeling a tinge of insecurity. "Hey, I own this place, so I can do whatever I like," he responded, walking closer with an eerie smile. He brushed his hands against my face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "Why do you do the things you do?" I asked, my gaze fixed on his lips, intoxicated by his presence. "Why do you always get on my nerves?" he whispered in a husky voice before crashing his lips against mine.“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
“Please… please, I’m so sorry. I just didn’t want to let you go! I was afraid!” I cried, tears pouring down freely from my eyes and down to the ground. He didn’t look like he was going to forgive me. I knew what I did was grave but I did it for love.“And that was the best way? Really Jane! Of all ways you could think of, that was the best way?” He thundered while I shook my head violently. He already picked up a knife to cut the pickle he had bought to make a sandwich for the both of us.“Look, I did it for us. I did it for love. Please don’t be like this baby,” I said and he shot me a very stern stare, I froze and was unable to utter any more words.“You know, all this was just a test to see who really cared for me and didn’t,” he started and I didn’t mutter a thing, I just let him finish.“Did you really think I’d leave my phone at home with you and head to the grocery store? Did you really think that I would invite you to my house out of the blue? What exactly were you thinking hu
“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’