Summer’s Point of ViewI left the restaurant right away upon seeing them and didn’t bother waiting for my food. I simply messaged Celine to get it for me and settle the bill. My previous hunger dissipated, and I felt lightheaded. The thought of them laughing together while I dined alone made me queasy, to the point where even my unborn child seemed to share my discomfort. It was as if my baby didn’t approve of its father having an escort while its mother was left to fend for herself, hoping for even the slightest bit of attention.Upon my arrival at the house, it was already 9:30 in the evening. I quietly settled onto the sofa in the living room, opting not to turn on any lights. Nana may have already retired for the night, since I had failed to notify anyone of my impromptu return home.I kept staring into the abyss of darkness, feeling its emptiness engulf me. The misery of what I had witnessed was all-consuming, and I couldn’t bring myself to shut my eyes. Every time I did, their im
Summer’s Point of View “Miss Summer, I’m begging you to eat this,” Celine pleaded, carrying the bed table while I lay on my side, staring out at an unfamiliar window. “You’ve been here for thirteen days now and you’ve hardly eaten anything. I’m becoming concerned about your significant weight loss.” “I’m not hungry, Celine—” “You’ve been repeating that, but have you taken a look at yourself in the mirror?” She placed down whatever she was holding and sat behind me, gently brushing her hand on my back as I heard her let out a small sob. “Please, stop putting yourself through this. I understand you want to protect your baby, but how will you manage that when your body is devoid of essential nutrients? I’m here to support you through all of this, yet I feel so useless in your presence.” Gradually, I shifted from my supine posture and faced her. I felt weak, damaged, and utterly devastated. These were the only words that could define my current state. Upon leaving the
Summer’s Point of View“Oh, Summer! I have to go pick up Stefani now!” Celine exclaimed as she hurriedly ran out of our store. “I’ll only be gone for a few minutes. I’ll be back in no time!”As she vanished from my sight, I shouted after her, “Take care! No worries!”As I squinted into my shop, a deep sigh escaped my lips. The mess inside was devastating, because I had to clean it up. In addition to that, I had to tailor more suits and gowns for the students who had placed their orders. Their prom was just around the corner, and I had received a multitude of requests today. I couldn’t afford to turn them down, as the money I would earn would be added to my savings. After all, Stefani would start elementary school in a year, and I needed to be prepared for it.It’s been four years since we left New York and settled in Sweden. Initially, adjusting wasn’t easy - it was a whole different world. Different people, different places, and different experiences awaited us. The memory and the in
Summer’s Point of View“Mommy!” As Stefani ran towards me, a bright beam of happiness shone on her lips. She wrapped her arms around my legs and presented me with a small flower, holding a small piece of paper. “Mom, I miss you! I have a gift for you!” she exclaimed.“Wow! What is it?” I asked, attempting to ease my nerves under the fierce gaze that was fixated on me. In the depths of my memories, there lived a haunting image - a familiar stalking eye that once preyed upon my very being.“My teacher requested us to give a flower as a token of appreciation to someone we are thankful for. It serves as a thank you gift.”“R-really? T-then, thank you.”My eyes were wide open, and soon enough, Celine followed suit. At first, she didn’t notice Steven, but her smile turned to fear when she saw him. She looked at me, perplexed, but I gave her a subtle shake of my head. As she walked past him, I could feel him freeze in place, his gaze fixed on the spot where Stefani had been.Slowly, he turne
Steven’s Point of View[4 years ago]“What?! Why can’t you take down this article?” I roared, glaring at my iPad as it kept popping up with articles about me getting engaged to Amby. “Just hunt down the bastard who spread this fake news and send him to jail, or do whatever needs to be done to stop this fucking fake news!”“Mister Carter, I’m afraid we haven’t been able to locate the original IP address. Despite our efforts to delete the articles, new ones keep popping up and circulating. I apologize for the inconvenience,” Brandon explained, taking a step back from the table. “As for Missus Carter, we haven’t been able to find any CCTV footage of her whereabouts since she left the mansion.”“What?!” This time, my voice thundered and reverberated throughout the entire room, echoing off each wall. “I can’t understand why you can’t even manage the simple task of checking my wife’s location!”“Mister Carter, I did everything in my power. However, it appears that someone else is involved b
Summer’s Point of View“And they lived happily ever after,” I muttered as I gazed down at the serene young woman who had already drifted off to sleep.I shut the book and ran my fingers through her sleek black hair. After planting a kiss, I got up and left, closing the door behind me. As I stepped out, Celine, who was standing by the bar table, turned to me with a faint smile on her face. However, I could tell she was also hurt by what she had witnessed. She took a gulp from her beer can and swallowed it down hard.“Is she already sleeping?” she asked.“Hm-mn. She dozed off right after I put her down, but I continued telling her the story just to be certain she wouldn’t stir awake.” As soon as that, a wave of exhaustion hit me, and I reached her for a warm embrace, and mumbled, tears threatening to fall, “I feel more resilient now. Stronger than before. Stronger than anyone…”“Yes, Summer,” she comforted, patting my back gently before stepping away from our embrace. “You’re stronger n
Steven’s Point of View“Mister Carter, I have some great news for you! We have finally identified the individual who spread rumors four years ago about your fake arranged marriage with Miss Amby.”As I sat in my office chair, I spun gently with my fingers resting on my chin and my legs crossed. “Tell me. I’ll go see for myself just how capable this person is of after destroying my marriage and tarnishing my reputation.”“Here is his profile, sir. You are free the whole day after your meeting with Mister Klein, so we can see him whenever you’d like. Is there anything else I can assist you with?”“How about Mister Turner? Has he contacted you?”“Not yet, sir. He received the file case we elected to him.”“Alright. I need you to clear my schedule for tomorrow because I have to meet the person who spread the news four years ago. After this meeting, I’ll take some rest and go home first,” I said, rubbing my head and leaning back in my chair. I closed my eyes and dismissed Brandon, saying,
Summer’s Point of View“I always did, Steven… Throughout the course of our relationship, I have consistently dedicated myself to nurturing and sustaining the beautiful bond we share. However, it deeply saddens me to acknowledge that I have witnessed no reciprocal efforts from your end. The absence of your proactive response has inadvertently given rise to a relentless storm of overthinking within the depths of my mind, causing me to question and second-guess my own abilities and worth.”My words were full of pain, as he was just so fixated on me. Since I didn’t receive a response, I continued, “The formidable intentions of maintaining my love for you become more challenging as I am consistently met with a void of meaningful love you are saying.” I stared thoroughly into his eyes, offering how he traumatized me. “Steven, I must express my deep disappointment. It is crucial that we embrace the notion of progress and forge our own unique journeys, rather than perpetually assigning blame