** Sydney **
“I can’t believe that I slept with him!” I exclaimed with a loud voice.
Lydia groaned and shook her head. “It is not a big deal, Syd. It’s not like Aiden is going to know if you slept with someone else or not, he probably won’t even care if you did. Just let it go,” she said.
“Not a big deal? Lydia, I can’t believe that this is coming from you!” I exhaled in frustration.
I stood up and paced around the bedroom with my hands on my waist. I am feeling guilty about it and my mind is not at rest. How can I sleep with a random guy who I just met in less than twenty four hours? I am still married for goodness sake!
What if Aiden finds out about Joyceline and her lies, then decides to get back together with me? This would blow up the chances that I have to reunite with my husband.
“Look, Sydney. Aiden cheated on you with Joyceline, your best friend. You go to the club and sleep with someone, take it as a good scope for revenge.”
“There is nothing like revenge on this one. I never wanted to do it in the first place but he was so cute and sounded sweet. His smile made me feel wet and when he touched me, I felt the sparks as the light throughout my whole body. When he asked me to sleep with him, I didn’t even think twice and I said yes,”I said as I remembered the events that unfolded last night.
“Go on. Tell me more about it,” Lydia said.
“I have not felt good enough in bed for a while. It can’t even be compared to my lovemaking with Aiden - if it’s even lovemaking at all. But this guy? He explored my body in one night and took me to places where my imagination has never been before. Last night was awesome, Lydia!”
I slapped my lips when the last words tumbled out. Lydia burst out in laughter, holding her stomach tight as she rolled on the bed.
“Girl, you are literally fawning over him. All you did just now is to admire and compliment his good ride on you. You even compared him to Aiden so why are you feeling guilty about it?” Lydia asked.
I sit down beside her and bite my mouth. I haven’t told Lydia that I am pregnant with Aiden’s baby. I feel bad because I know that I should have stopped him and the worst of it all is that we had unprotected sex. I even suspect that he must have released his seed inside of me because he was slightly drunk last night.
I made love to him with my wedding ring on my finger. And Lydia expects me not to feel guilty about this, it can’t be!
I sighed, readying myself to tell her the truth because she deserved to know about it. Keeping it from her would only result in more complications in the future.
“Lydia. To be honest, the reason why I’m feeling guilty is because I am pregnant,” I said with my head bowed in sadness.
“What! Pregnant!” Lydia exploded in surprise.
I went to my box and brought out the pregnancy results for her to see. Her eyes widened as she stared at it in disbelief.
“Sydney, you are two months pregnant and you didn’t tell me anything about it yesterday.”
“I’m sorry for not telling you about it earlier. Not that I was intending to hide it from you, I just wanted to clear my head from all of this drama first before facing reality,” I replied.
“Is Aiden and his family aware that you are pregnant with his baby?” Lydia asked.
“No. When I found out about my pregnancy, I was going to announce it at my anniversary and in front of everyone. Unfortunately, I found out about Aiden and Joyceline first so I had to hold myself back. When I saw that Aiden was eager to divorce me as he had believed that Joyceline was pregnant for him, I had no choice but to keep it a secret from them. I hope you understand why I had to do it. For the safety of my child and its upbringing too, I don’t know how my marriage is going to end but I know that I don’t want my child to feel the pains of growing up without a father,” I explained bitterly.
The memories of that night flashed in my mind as my heart grew heavy with bitterness. Aiden turned his back on me when I needed him the most . All I ever did was love and cherish the moments that we have shared but it wasn’t enough for him, he wanted more and sadly, I can’t give him more than what he wanted.
Lydia suddenly hugged me tightly enough that I could barely breathe properly. Tears spilled from our eyes as we hugged each other.
“You don’t have to worry about it anymore. Your secret is safe with me. Besides, you should be happy that your baby will have a good nurse and godmother to look after her,” Lydia said.
I brightened up on hearing this. “Really? Lydia, that would be a great idea!”
“I know right. So I want you to get rid of the guilt that you have been feeling. Whoever you slept with would probably not even remember your name or your face. You have to clear your mind and focus on building a healthy lifestyle for your baby,” Lydia advised me.
“Thank you but there is one more important thing that I have to do.”
“What is that?”
“I need a job,” I replied.
“A job? But you are two months pregnant and will be feeling exhausted all the time,” Lydia said with concern written boldly on her face.
“I know but I have to get my own apartment and help you to minimise your bills. I don’t want to be a burden to you.”
Lydia took my hands and said, “I don’t mind if you stay here for a year. You are welcome to stay as long as you want.”
“You will never decline my request to stay but I know that the consequences might wear you out and I won’t let that happen to you, that’s why getting a job is important for me. It’s going to be three months of entrepreneurship and once my baby bump is visible, I will stop.”
“It sounds so easy to say but very difficult to accomplish. You don’t know who your boss might turn out to be - harsh or good - their real character remains unknown. I don’t want you to regret making this decision in the near future,” Lydia said sadly.
“That is why you are here to help me out with choosing the right place to apply to. As long as you are here to support me, I’m pretty sure that I won’t make a single mistake,” I assured her.
She beamed with a smile on her face. “I know just the right site for job hunting,” she said with a bright face.
I clap my hands excitedly. “You see? You have a way of doing things and it’s great!” I shrieked.
Lydia brought out her laptop and logged into the site. I could see several companies that have vacancies for various departments in their company. But Lydia had to search for work opportunities within the city and I was relieved to see that there were a few companies that were in need of workers.
“Look at this one. SG limited is in need of a personal assistant for their CEO, this position will be easier for you as a pregnant woman to do for the next three months and their pay is quite a fat sum of money,” Lydia said.
I nod my head as I see it too. “But it’s not going to work for me,” I said.
Lydia turned to stare at me. “Why do you say so?”
“Because my work schedule is for three months but it’s obvious they need someone to work for more than six months consistently. Even if I apply, they will overlook my application,” I explained.
Lydia sighed, “You don’t have to look down on yourself. Before you make any conclusions, you must be sure that you have been rejected completely. Who knows? You might be lucky this time around.”
I know that Lydia is only saying all this so I can feel better but honestly, a little hope in me arises as I listen to her words.
“Fine then. Let’s do this,” I finally accepted.
Even if I might not get the job, I have to make an effort if I truly want to work and earn hard money for myself. Not that I was completely broke, Aiden made sure my bank account was never empty but I had this feeling that making my own money would be a lot better for me. I looked at the laptop eagerly as Lydia arranged my portfolio and sent an email to the company.
“Now, what next?” I asked.
“We wait for their response,” she replied.
I whistle in excitement as I get ready to go shopping for my baby stuff. Lydia was at work so I would be going alone, she was actually the one who had convinced me to do this today. I feel more fresh than ever as I step out in baggy pants and a crop top, my stomach is as flat as ever and no one will even suspect that I am pregnant. I head to the biggest baby mall in the city. It’s quite expensive but the money I have is able to purchase whatever I want from the mall. All of this is for my baby and I can’t wait to see how my pregnancy journey will be.Whistling my favourite song, I enter the mall and request for a checklist from the receptionist. The checklist helps first time mothers to know exactly what they want to buy for their babies - the necessary things exactly.Seeing that diapers and wipes are first on the list, I walk around the mall to look for their section. It took me a few minutes to locate it and I began to stock my basket with loads of diapers.Someone clears their th
** Spencer **I relax inside the walls of the magnificent office, which is decorated to my taste. There is a glass demarcation with the other small space being carved out as my personal assistant’s office. Even with the sharing of space, I am satisfied with the size of my own office. This proves how much progressive my company has made over the years of my absence. I sighed in relief that things were turning out well for me in the business industry, but the untold shadows of my past were lurking around my mind. I can feel it.While I have not been contacted by anyone from my past, I feel like it would be best if I don’t come across any of them ever again. Because right now, I can feel the rage as it burns inside me. I call myself a coward for running away in the first place. I should have stood my ground and took back what belonged to me.“Spencer?” A female voice called my name softly.The first person that comes into my mind is Sydney. I have been thinking about her ever since we h
“Max, do you think that Miriam really meant what she said?” I asked in deep thoughts.“About what?”“Getting married to me if she clocks thirty and is still single.”Max groaned in frustration. “Did you fall for that crap?”I ruffle my hair in confusion. Even though Miriam had debunked whatever she had just said, covering it up as a joke. I still have that feeling that she was dead serious about it. I got the chills because I’m aware that Miriam likes me, not just as a friend anymore. The likeness is slowly becoming more intimate but the issue is that it’s coming from her side, not mine.My heart has fluttered for only one woman and she was Sydney. The one night stand wasn’t like others that I forgot about easily. This one was still fresh in my mind and made me feel hard anytime I remember how beautiful her moans were. So even if Miriam opened several doors of opportunities for me to date her, I would choose Sydney one thousand times over her.Don’t get me wrong - I value my friendsh
I stared nervously at myself in the mirror. I was scared - so scared - that I was going to make a tragic mistake and ruin everything. I don’t want to blow this up, this could be the only chance I have and closest to getting an interview let alone a job.Lydia entered the bedroom with a cup of tea - drinking coffee is strictly forbidden - and handed me a cup with a nod of approval as she assessed my appearance.“You look like the typical personal assistant,” Lydia said.“Are you sure that they are going to like my dress at all?” I asked nervously.“For goodness sake, you are going to an interview, not a date.”“But the skirt looks bigger on me, like the overall uniform of an apprentice,” I complained.Lydia sighed. “You are pregnant, Sydney. It’s not advisable to wear tight clothes to avoid certain circumstances that might not be good. Listen to me, you are perfect and I’m sure that if you worry less about your appearance and focus more on building your confidence, you will get the job.
“Great! You can meet with Betty at the reception centre for more information about your new job,” he grinned at me and stood, returning to his chair and turning back to look at whatever it was.“Thank you,” I muttered and stumbled out. This interview was an intense one and I still feel hot from his close proximity. “How did it go?” Betty asked when she saw me.“I got the job. He said that I should meet you for more details,” I said, trying hard to contain my excitement. “Congratulations, Sydney,” Betty said.“Thanks.”“So here is what you need to know. Spencer Group Limited is one of the best business corporations in our city and since our CEO is back officially, double efforts will have to be made in order to keep the comps running on the top. Here is a daily schedule for your weekly activities, anything other important schedule or appointment will be conveyed to you later ,” Betty explained.I collected the paper and went through it carefully. “Thank you for this,” I said.Betty w
“What?” I asked. Fear has engulfed me and my voice has surrendered to the fear that was in me.I don't understand why he is acting this way. Just last week, he was wrapped around my body and banging me like his life depended on it, he was also sweet and warm to me. Now, he was cold and I merely recognize him as the man I fucked last week. Snapping back to the present, I listen to him as he vents his anger on me.“What the hell is this?” He repeated angrily.I gulped and replied, “I served you coffee.”Spencer slammed his hand on the desk and groaned in frustration, he gave me a few murderous glares and I felt like the earth should open up and swallow me whole.We stayed in an awkward silence for about five minutes before Spencer spoke out, this time his voice was calm.“I don't drink black and bland coffee like the one you prepared for me. I prefer creamy coffees with a measured amount of sugar in them and it must be warm - always warm and mushy. Do you know why I like my coffee to be
I walked into Spencer's with the most dreaded fear on my face. The lady who I clashed with earlier was staring at me with a mocking smile on her face. He should have briefed on the fact that he already has a girlfriend which I thought was the reason why he was suddenly acting cold towards me.“You asked me to come to your office, sir,” I said forcefully as I stood in front of them.“Yes. Miriam was telling me about how rude you spoke to her earlier today, why?” He asked.So Miriam was her name, huh? I thought in my mind. It was obvious since she was his girlfriend, whatever I said was never going to be a solid reason for her complaints. Nevertheless, I had to reply to him.“I'm deeply sorry for what happened. It was a simple misunderstanding between the both of us,” I replied.“Misunderstanding? You were acting like you are the boss here!” Miriam accused.“I wasn't aware that you portrayed my character like that, it wasn't in my intention to get such a bad impression from you.”She w
** Spencer **I returned home with a heavy feeling in my heart. I keep on thinking about Sydney and how the day went with her, it wasn't really what I expected it to be.Okay, I have to admit that I was mean and cold to her. I know how bad it made her feel but how can I come closer to her again when she was still putting on her wedding ring? This means that she was not getting the divorce or maybe she was just lying to me about how complicated her marriage was.Angry at myself for constantly thinking about her, I dash into the shower and run a cold shower. Her soft body wrapped around me makes me expel a soft moan from my lips.She was so fucking sweet that I keep yearning for her more and more, which I have never done for any woman before. What is so special about Sydney Talker, a married woman for that matter, and why can't I get her out of my head?It was obvious that she didn't even want me again and just wanted to get her work done and over with. But that magnetic force that keep
** Sydney ** The day had finally arrived. The warm sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the bridal suite, casting a soft glow over everything it touched. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection in awe. The white dress I wore was a dream, elegant and simple, yet breathtaking in its detail. The lace sleeves hugged my arms, and the fabric flowed down like a waterfall, pooling gently at my feet. I could hardly believe it was me. I couldn’t help but smile, my heart fluttering with excitement. Today was the day I would marry Spencer—the man who had walked into my life at a time when I needed him the most, and the man I had grown to love more than I ever thought possible. The past few months had been a whirlwind, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just us. There was a knock at the door, and Lydia, my best friend and now my maid of honor, peeked her head in. “You ready?” she asked with a grin. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said, my voice shaking sli
Elizabeth was sitting calmly in the living room, her legs were crossed and I could feel the elegance as it emanated from her calmness. My heartbeat was louder than the sound that came from the movie that she was watching in the television."Mom, you're here," Spencer said to get her attention.She turned around and smiled at him, when she looked at me, she maintained a mild expression before looking back at her son. "Yes, Spencer. I was bored at my place so I decided to come over and see you and Sydney," she replied to him.Spencer ordered a tray of fruits for his mom while we settled down to keep her company."You are looking healthy, Sydney," she complimented me."Thank you," I said with nervousness. I felt like my nervous system was going to break down any minute from now."Spencer, can you spare me twenty minutes of a private moment with Sydney?" Elizabeth asked her son.Spencer nodded and stood up, "Okay."As soon as he left, my heart sank further because I thought that Elizabeth
** Sydney**I felt his touch on my hair and earlobe and neck, his hands were all over my face but his touch was gentle, sweet and arousing. I stirred my eyes open slowly, I didn't want to wake up in the first place because the last few events have been exhausting for me.Learning the truth in the most painful manner was exhausting enough for me, I was glad that I was done with the Talker's family although it was not yet official. Aiden had really used my heart and broken it into a million pieces but in the darkest of hearts, I have found Spencer and he was willing to be my ride or die for life and nothing was going to change that forever."Good morning, sleepy head," Spencer murmured in my eyes and I giggled, that sweet feeling of being a loved woman has returned to me again."Spencer, why are you disturbing I and the baby so early in the morning?" I asked, pretending to be angry at him.He kissed my forehead and then my baby bump that was more visible now, we were almost at sixteen w
** Sydney ** I had thought about it for days before deciding to make the trip to see Joyceline. Part of me had wanted to avoid her altogether, to leave everything she had done in the past where it belonged—behind me. But there was another part, the part that needed closure, that needed to confront her, not out of anger or vengeance, but to finally put everything to rest. The drive to the jail was long, giving me too much time to think. As I parked the car and walked inside, my heart beat steadily in my chest, though I wasn’t sure if it was from nerves or resolve. It felt surreal, walking into this place, knowing that the woman who had once been my friend had turned against me in such a cruel way. They led me through the dimly lit hallways to a small room, separated by a pane of glass. Joyceline would be brought in soon, and I would finally face her. I sat down on the cold metal chair, my fingers tapping lightly on the surface of the table as I waited. When she entered, escorted by
** Sydney ** The pen trembled slightly in my hand as I hovered over the final line of the divorce papers. It was surreal to think that after everything, it was finally coming to an end. My marriage to Aiden—the lies, the manipulation, the deceit—was all about to be over with one stroke of a pen. I let out a deep breath and pressed the ink down, signing my name for the last time as his wife. It was done. I was free. I sat back in my chair, feeling both a weight lift off my chest and a strange emptiness settle in its place. It wasn’t like I was sad to see Aiden go. In fact, I was relieved. But the reality of it all—how much I had endured, how much I had fought for, only to end up here—left me feeling raw, exposed. “You alright?” Spencer’s voice cut through my thoughts, gentle but concerned. He was sitting across from me, his eyes soft as he watched me. I nodded, giving him a small smile. “Yeah. It’s just… surreal.” He reached across the table and took my hand, giving it a comfortin
** Spencer ** “Sydney, we need to talk about this now,” I said. She nodded, biting her lip as she tried to hold back more tears. “I just… I don’t know what to do or say now.” I gently took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’ll figure it out, Sydney. You’re strong. And whatever you decide, I’ll be here for you. Always.” She looked up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude, and for a moment, the tension in the room lifted. We sat there in silence, just the two of us, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like maybe—just maybe—things would be okay again. I stayed close to Sydney, watching as the emotions played across her face. Her eyes, once filled with hurt and confusion, softened slightly as the reality of everything settled in. I could see the exhaustion in her, both from the ordeal with Aiden and the emotional rollercoaster she’d been on ever since he came back into her life. For a moment, I didn’t know what else to say. I just held her hand, letting the sil
Spencer’s POV I lost track of time after they took Sydney in. The sterile hospital walls felt like they were closing in, and the ticking of the clock in the waiting room was deafening. I kept pacing, back and forth, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. What if the drug Joyceline gave her had lasting effects? What if the baby was harmed? Every minute felt like a lifetime. Max had come by earlier, sitting with me for a bit before he had to head out. His presence had been grounding, but now I was alone, back to circling the room. The nurses occasionally gave me sympathetic looks, but none of them had any answers. I ran my hands through my hair for what felt like the hundredth time. I couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not after everything. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the door to the waiting room swung open. I spun around, my heart pounding as the doctor walked in, clipboard in hand. I rushed up to him before he could even say a word. “How is she? Is Sydney okay? And the bab
**Spencer** The tension in the police van was palpable, the hum of the engine the only sound breaking the silence as we raced toward the location Collins had texted me. My hands were clenched tight, knuckles white from the grip I had on my phone. The moment the message had come through, I knew this was it—this was where Joyceline was holding Sydney. A sense of dread had been eating at me ever since I found out what Joyceline had planned. I should have seen it coming. After all, she was never one to back down, especially not when it came to getting what she wanted. But this… this was insane, even for her. I glanced at the police officers sitting beside me, their faces grim and focused. They had been briefed, and they knew how delicate this situation was. Sydney was pregnant, and any wrong move could not only endanger her but also the baby. The head of the task force, Officer Richards, looked over at me. “We’re almost there. Stay calm, Martin. We’ll handle this.” I nodded, swallowin
** Sydney ** I sat at the café, stirring the spoon in my coffee absentmindedly. The tension in my stomach hadn’t eased since Joyceline had called. I glanced at the door every few seconds, scanning each new arrival. My nerves were on high alert, and it didn’t help that Joyceline had always been good at getting under my skin. I tried to recall the last time we had spoken before everything exploded. She was the person I trusted with everything, my best friend—or at least, she had been before the betrayal. And now, here I was, waiting for her as if things hadn’t completely fallen apart. The door chimed, and in walked Joyceline. She wore her signature smirk, her eyes scanning the café until they landed on me. Her outfit was immaculate as always—a designer coat draped over her shoulders, her heels clicking as she walked confidently toward my table. Nothing about her seemed different on the surface, yet there was something in her eyes… something I couldn’t quite place. “Sydney,” she gree