Summer’s Point of ViewHailey’s eyes narrowed and her fists balled up as she stormed towards me. I could hear the sharp sound of her heels hitting the pavement with each step. Her jaw was clenched so tight that I could see the muscles bulging in her face.“The hell did you say, bitch?” she spat out, her voice laced with venom. “Are you fucking fooling me?”I responded by rolling my eyes and crossing my arms while raising an eyebrow. “Please be mindful of your words, Missy. Were you taught to behave shamelessly and uneducated? I certainly hope not.”As the words left my mouth, I couldn’t help but recall the exact words she had said to me. I was returning them with a retribution, using this same spot and the same people who were present on that fateful day, so that she could feel the same pain I had felt. It was time for her to taste her own medicine.As she glared at me and panted, holding back her temper, I stepped past her. But before I could leave completely, I halted without turnin
Summer’s Point of ViewMy ears perked up at what she had said, and I couldn’t help but clench my palm, revealing the white in my knuckles. Despite feeling like my ego had been trampled on, I attempted to swallow my honor and present her with the kindest smile I could muster before retracting. “Are you excited, Miss Taylor? Do you happen to be one of those girls who eagerly await for us to split so you can have your way with my husband? It seems like you’re displaying a bit of desperation, aren’t you?”I laughed as I observed her restlessly turn her head from side to side, as if apprehensive that the press would hear what I had just said. Her ears turned red, and she swallowed anxiously, but I wasn’t done yet. I expressed my thoughts, asserting, “Initially, I believed you were only upset with me because of my past with your brother. However, I had no clue that you were also envious of me for being Steven’s wife. Unfortunately, I have to break it to you that a divorce won’t be happening
Summers Point of ViewInitially, I was indecisive about whether to respond to it or not. However, eventually, despite my reluctance, I opted to hit the green button and held the speaker close to my ears. Pull yourself together, Summer! You were not to blame. She provoked you!A prolonged silence ensued after the call connected, and I found myself unable to break it. I anticipated him to inquire and hold me accountable for the latest media frenzy, but I was taken aback when he asked nonchalantly.“How is your day off with Nana going?”As opposed to responding, a stream of tears gushed out of my eyes and a faint sob broke through my throat. He didn’t utter a word or inquire as to why I was crying, and I assume he was already aware of the rationale. The mere sound of his voice granted me some relief, as I realized he wasn’t upset.Is he truly not angry, or could it be that he simply hasn’t received the news yet?Wiping away the tears that had fallen into my eyes, my voice was croaky as
Summer’s Point of ViewAs I stood there, a heavy stone seemed to be stuck in my throat, causing me to remain rooted to the spot. The sound of my racing heartbeat drowned out the faint rustling of leaves nearby. My knees felt as if they were made of wobbly Jell-O, barely able to support me. The air was thick with the scent of freshly cut grass, but my mind was too preoccupied to fully register it. All that existed for me in that moment was the emptiness that seemed to define me. I searched the depths of my mind, trying to find the right words to say to him.“Uhm…” I found myself at a loss for words, uttering only a hesitant mumbled when suddenly—“I’m just kidding,” he said, before closing the distance between us and ruffling my hair playfully like I was a child. He then walked forward, and I assumed he was heading inside the mansion. However, he stopped at the entrance and turned back, his hands in his pockets. “Why are you still standing there? Let’s go inside.”I nodded and hurried
Summer’s Point of ViewFollowing that night, just as Steven had promised, he rectified the problem and the article regarding the event vanished without a trace. Before we knew it, a month had elapsed, and we were oblivious to the fact that only two months remained.I was still getting his meals ready, but I wasn’t delivering them anymore because I was swamped with work. I had to return to the office to catch up, and thankfully, Celine was helping me out so we could wrap up the tasks I had to leave after my accident. “Mrs. Carter, do you not wish to head home yet?” Celine inquired while organizing the collected paper designs. “You’ve been laboring for a month, and I am concerned it may have an impact on your health.”Without looking at her, I picked up the pen once more and replied, “I’ll complete this design since it’s what Missus Easton requested and she’ll require it next week. I just need to refine it by tomorrow.”“But don’t you need to see your doctor tomorrow?”“Oh, shoot! It t
Summer’s Point of View “I despise the dynamic between us,” he murmured, piercing me with his gaze. “You have the power to turn my world upside down in a moment, yet you can depart just as quickly, leaving me to pick up the pieces. Isn't it so unfair?”“…”“You hold the power to shatter my world, yet I cannot bring myself to hold a grudge against you,” he spoke softly, the moonlight illuminating us. “It’s funny how I always keep my door open, hoping you’ll return to witness the impact you have on me. But as each day passes, you become more of an outsider in my life than a part of it.”After he uttered those words, he left the door open and left me outside. I assumed he would retire to bed, but to my surprise, he appeared with two pillows and a blanket. He ignored me and walked right past without saying a word. “W-where are you going?” I asked, with a hint of fear in my heart. “Do you really not want to sleep in our room? I can sleep in the guest room instead.”Without turning around,
Summer’s Point of View“How many days have passed since you did it?” asked the Doctor.“Probably in three weeks now,” I answered restlessly.“Do you want to run a test?”After analyzing the doctor’s words, I eventually shook my head. Given what had happened with our past baby, I was certain that Steven wouldn’t want to have another child. Even if he had asked me that day if I was willing to carry his child again, I wasn’t sure if I was ready. Before I came back, I took a deep breath and stated, “No need, doctor. I have experienced no pregnancy symptoms, so I think everything is okay.”“Are you sure?” she asked with an uptight look. “There are instances when a baby is robust, and consequently, the mother might experience a delay in these symptoms, or sometimes they may engage in other activities that hinder such symptoms.”“Don’t worry, Doctor. I’ll keep you updated if anything strange happens to me again or if there are any other changes.”“Okay then,” she conceded and crossed out the
Summer’s Point of View“S-Steven, I-I thought you were on a business trip?”As our gazes intertwined, a fleeting moment of connection was abruptly shattered as he averted his eyes. In that split second, I could discern a profound anguish that seemed to emanate from the depths of his mesmerizing black eyes. However, as his pupils returned to meet mine once more, the pain that had momentarily consumed him vanished, replaced by the familiar bitter detachment that characterized his usual demeanor. Without moving, he assisted me in drinking the water. We shared a moment of eye contact before he shifted his gaze to the doctor, who promptly understood Steven’s unspoken message. The doctor rushed out the door and secured it.After a prolonged period of silence, the air hung heavy with nervousness as I summoned the courage to break down the solitude once more. My voice, barely a whisper, escaped my parched throat, its feeble sound struggling to reach his ears. “Why are you here? I thought you