Fabian's POV.“Welcome sir,” My secretary greets me as I head back to the office.I just wave her off.“Is everything okay, Sir?” She asks following behind me.I snap my neck at her, “I'm good,” The firmness in my voice makes her flinch back in fear. I walk through the door of my office. My cheek is still hurting from the slap my wife gave me.I don't know who is stealing the air in my lungs or is my tie trying to strangle me, I angrily pull off my tie and toss it to the side.She has no remorse, did she even love me? She moved on so fast! I can't walk freely in my house without seeing her everywhere. In my head, in the kitchen, on the bed, our separation has taken a toll on me. And she doesn't even seem to care! I cough, I quickly get my handkerchief and clean off the blood off my mouth. I take out my pills from my pocket, throw them inside my mouth, gulp some water from the water bottle and swallow.I hear a knock and I look up, when i see who it is I look back down, “Hello, you'v
Pearl's POV.“That's him right there,” Paul points to a corner in the restaurant.“He looks serious,” I say. I stop myself from saying the obvious; that the guy is more handsome than I expected. Warm, Copper Brown hair like his brother, but his is longer and bonded in a small ponytail, brooding shoulders. Razor sharp jawline, fixed nose.“He plays a big role in the family business, he should be serious,” “I’m so nervous about this arrangement, Paul,” I rub my arm with my palm.“I wish I could help. Do you have any idea?” “Set the restaurant on fire?” I say looking out the window.“You want to burn your future husband to death, I think you're the serious one now.” He takes my hand, “Don't worry, go I'll stick around, when you're done just text me,” “Thank you. You don't know much your support means to me,” “Stop thanking me silly, and please be nice to your future husband and my future brother in-law, he might be a better guy than you think, a guy who's early to his date in my own
Pearl's POV.The past couple weeks haven't been all rosy, but I could cope. Even when my dad gave me overload, difficult tasks to handle, I smashed it.Told myself that if he wants to see me fail he'll wait forever. I didn't faint when I was told I'll be making my first public appearance with Philip as his girlfriend. Not like I cared about what Fabian would think of me, he'd already called me a liar and a cheat. I wasn't just comfortable with the idea for my own sake.But now, looking at Him, in his arms the same secretary that he brought to our bed, I'm having murder thoughts. And if I ground my teeth harder than this I may not have one by the end of today.“Here,” Philip comes in front of me blocking my view of Fabian, he hands me a glass of wine, the bastard is too busy chatting with his assistant he doesn't even realize I'm staring at him. I immediately gulp the wine.“Woah, woah, woah, You're not supposed to drink that at once,” “I'm sorry,” I berge. Philip grimaces. “Are you
Fabian's POV.Swiveling in my chair, I know kissing Pearl was a bad idea, but that's not the problem, it's the consequence. The unwanted attention from the Media. The emotional turmoil when I remember she doesn't give a damn about anything I go through. I shouldn't have crossed parts with her in the first place. I sigh.“Sir,” My secretary's voice draws my attention.“What is it?” “There's a man here to see you,” She states.“Do I have an appointment with him?” I inquire.“No, but he said it's urgent,” “Urgent? What's his damn name?” “Philip banks.” An alarm blows in my head. What is that fucker looking for in my office? “Let him in,” Maybe I need to give him some good advice.Not more than two minutes, the long-haired prat walks through my door.“Take a seat Mr….Philip or should I say banks,” “I don't have time for pleasantries,” He grinds his jaw, his hand unmoving in his pocket. I stop myself from thinking he is hiding something in it because he'll be checked by my security b
Pearl's POV.I'm told that my Dad went on a sudden business trip, I know that's the reason I'm still breathing. But my heartbeat sounds like a ticking bomb and I'm just living, waiting for my death. Thank God for this mysterious trip though, now I wouldn't have known what would be my fate, given how much my name is being slandered. Now, I'm thanking God that I'm not bearing my family name, because what people are saying in the media, I can't even look at. I had to stop myself from looking after the gruesome comment I saw under a post. I know that's the part where my Dad will say he was right and I'm not used to such attention, I need to keep my head straight.“Ms. Claudia,” I say to our housekeeper as she comes out of the kitchen. “Yes, Dear,” She turns to face me.“Did my Dad mention when he'll be coming back from his trip?” “No, Dear,” She answers. Her stomach tightens, that's gonna be a real problem.“It's alright, Thank you,” I grab my bag. I have to catch the bus so I don't go
Pearl's POV.“I don't understand,” I chuckle nervously, but it does nothing to lighten the atmosphere. He turns to me, his Piercing eyes make it hard for me to keep eye contact, and I lower my eyes a little. “You said you didn't know who he was, that was a lie,” I feel exposed, did Philip find out the truth, I'm stunned speechless, because for him to tell me this he must've found out, but the question is, “Who…who told you?” “The cat himself, who else would?” I bat my lashes in bewilderment.“You met with him?” “He's not a hard guy to find, given his role in the corporate system, and how established he is, you don't need to lift a finger to see him, but I'm not here to talk about him, why did you hide the truth from me? That's what I'm trying to understand,” I sigh warily, “It's complicated, Philip, there's so much you don't know…” “Aside from the fact that you were married for seven years when it looked like you disappeared from the face of the earth, or that you cheated on him
Pearl's POV.As I walk down the stairs, a feeling of excitement overwhelms me when I see him.“You look breathtaking…and ravishing,” I tell him.“And you look exceptionally beautiful,” He stretches out a hand for me to hold and I put my palm inside.He kisses my knuckles, and then my cheek, “I thought you won't come,” I say.“I wasn't planning to come, I guess I can't stay mad at you for long,” He smiles. That small, genuine smile that I love. Though I never told him.He's dressed in a red tuxedo, his hair is brushed and permed to the back, and he's putting on black leather shoes that certainly cost a fortune.I'm dressed in a green lace plunge neck gown, high thigh slit, and a shouty make-up that was recommended by my makeup artist. She said it would match the color of my dress. I'm wearing red Zara stilettos and white fur. My hair is wrapped in a messy bun, with tendrils falling at the sides of my face. Personally, I like how I look.Philip leads me to his car and opens the door for
Pearl's POV.I ask the butler the way to the restroom and they direct me.I go into one of them and fortunately for me, it's empty. I drop my purse atop the porcelain sink and stare at myself.Tears fill my eyes, I blink them back, I don't let them fall, not in the moment. I have to be strong, for me, for my family, for Mom, even if I never met her. I know if she was here she'd want me to be nothing but the best of myself.“You got this, Pearl, you always have. Don't let anybody's words faze you, you're in a new stage of your life, you can't afford to cry, laugh over it and move on, show them that you are more than what they think of you, you have so much they are yet to see, they'll be surprised.” I take out my handkerchief after motivating myself and retouching my face. But in the process of retouching my face, something rumbles in my stomach, and the next thing I'm throwing up. I clean up with water and flush. Once I regain my stance, I reapply some lipstick, the door opening inte
Fabian's POV.After picking my Mom from the cell, I don't need to ask her why she did what she did because she won't give me a reasonable answer. I just drop her off at her house and head back to the office. It's already enough headache I'm dealing with in my life, I can only try to reduce my headaches.I toss my suit jacket on the desk as I walk into the room. I pick up a bottle of water from my mini fridge and drink. It's been so distressing and annoying how much I have to worry about myself and my Mom too. I throw some pills into my mouth and use the water to wash it down.There comes a soft knock on my door, “Come in,” I say. Stopping myself from thinking about whom it may be.Stephanie walks in, her pretty face is in order, but there's an edge of something…concern, Maybe.“What happened?” She asks, ambling close to me.“Nothing I couldn't take care of.” I reply, casually.“Do you have to be like this all the time with me?” By this time she's standing so close behind the desk. I
Fabian's POV.After picking my Mom from the cell, I don't need to ask her why she did what she did because she won't give me a reasonable answer. I just drop her off at her house and head back to the office. It's already enough headache I'm dealing with in my life, I can only try to reduce my headaches.I toss my suit jacket on the desk as I walk into the room. I pick up a bottle of water from my mini fridge and drink. It's been so distressing and annoying how much I have to worry about myself and my Mom too. I throw some pills into my mouth and use the water to wash it down.There comes a soft knock on my door, “Come in,” I say. Stopping myself from thinking about whom it may be.Stephanie walks in, her pretty face is in order, but there's an edge of something…concern, Maybe.“What happened?” She asks, ambling close to me.“Nothing I couldn't take care of.” I reply, casually.“Do you have to be like this all the time with me?” By this time she's standing so close behind the desk. I
Pearl's POV.Ever Since my conversation with Philip, I'd asked myself questions. Deep, important questions that I've never really stopped to ask myself. Questions like, what do I want? What's the next step? After a divorce so devastating and heartbreaking after leaving a man you've learned to love and depend on all your life. I can't have this baby and have Philip, I've already tasted his patience enough. He's been kind to me, so I did something. I called the Doctor and asked her if it would be possible to have this abortion before Saturday. That's my engagement party. He'll lose his mind if he finds out about this baby. He's trusted me. A luxury I shouldn't have from him, given my history with his family. When I just think about him, in all of this, I don't want to hurt him. I don't. He trusts me, I don't want to break that trust. I wish there was a better way out of this situation, I'll take it without blinking twice.If I fail my dad and God forbid he sends me away, Now he's trus
Pearl's POV.“Hi,” I say once I climb onto the stool next to Philip.“Pearl,” His eyes sparkle. “Thank you for joining me,” the sides of his cheek deepens revealing his dimples. He's dressed casually, in a T-shirt and jeans. Just like me.“It's My pleasure,” I say.“So, what would you like to have?” He asks, looking between the ready-at-our-service waiter. He has ordered a drink for himself.“Please, if they have water I'd like to have water for now.” “Okay,” Philip nods, not immensely satisfied with my answer but he signals the waiter to bring it.The waiter goes to the fridge, retrieves a can of water and drops it in front of me.“Thank you,” I say to him but he doesn't wait and goes to the other side of the counter to serve his waiting customers.The bar is filled with people. Neon lights light up the places from corners. Low chattering mixed with low music fills the place.“If you're not okay, sitting here. We could go down to one of the tables,” Philip chirps.“It's okay, I like
Pearl's POV.After confronting Stephanie, the bubbling energy I had somewhere in me dissipated. Every other thing that happened from then on around me has just been a blur.I hold tightly on the last string of my self-control, not to give in to the anger and bitterness that I'm feeling and do something I'll regret later. That was why he was distant, he'd been sleeping with his secretary and yet I was the cheating and unfaithful wife. He'd been intimate with her, while I was left alone at home. Wallowing in pain and hurt, longing for him to come home. His side of the bed grew cold, for days, weeks, months. And the last time we got intimate the next thing he said after he came down from his high was ‘Pearl, give me a child’ I'd never forget that.I felt guilty and useless when I saw the pain in his eyes. I so wanted to be pregnant that minute, just to see the smile I'd longed for. For us to be happy again and become the couple we used to be.Not long after, he'd kicked me out after bri
Pearl's POV.Closing my room door, I turn to move but once I hear “Pearl,” I pause in my tracks the moment I hear my name. It's not just about hearing my name. I know it's my Dad. He strides towards me from a near distance in the hallway while I'm standing at the front of my room door.“Dad, Good morning,” I readjust my bag over my shoulders. “You're not going to work today,” I want to ask what I've done but he puts his hand in his pocket and I just wait for what he's about to say. He brings out a card, “Here, take this,” I stretch my hand and take the card. “I've called HR to let them know you're not coming to work. Go and do some shopping with the card, I have somewhere to take you later this evening,” at first I'm confused, then shocked and overwhelmed. My father has been very strict with me since I came back home. He'd give me work overload and not one approval have I ever gotten from anything I did and all of a sudden he's giving me the day off? That's strange.“Thanks, Dad,”
Pearl's POV.Monday.My legs almost wobble when I see my ex-husband and his mother standing in front of Betty's table, but I quickly hide behind the nearest table so they don't see me.I didn't know Betty understood sign language that fast because I didn't know what she told them and poof! They'd disappeared. Betty is my life saver this morning.The first question I asked myself once I saw them was, why are they here? To cause more chaos in my life. Then I remember! They must've seen the news, and Fabian must be looking for me to express his disappointment in person. I don't need to hear whatever he thinks he has to say. I did betray him. When I come out of my hiding place after I'm sure they've gone, I dust my arm and hair that I stuck under the table.“Pearl, what did you do to that man? Because the fire in his eyes when he said ‘Tell her Fabian Barlow was here’ is no joke. It was intense.” I smile tightly, “it's a long story. You'll get bored.” “Na.” She waves me off, “I don't
Fabian's POV.Monday.“Fabian!” My mother walks through the doors of my office when I'm talking to a client.I facepalm, “Mother, I am currently in the middle of something…” “Have you seen the news?!” She asks. Anger and devastation take another color on her face. My mother and I may not agree on a lot of things but the last thing I want is for her to be distressed.“What happened?” I ask, rising from behind the desk.“Pearl is Tucker Hughes's daughter!” I'm stunned immobile, speechless. “How do you know that?”“Philip's family announced their son's engagement and his betrothed fiancee is your ex-wife and she's the only daughter of the Hughes household.” She pauses before saying, “Did you know that all long?” My head is suddenly in an overdrive, “What? That's not possible, Pearl said she doesn't have a family. There's no way she's his daughter.” “Why don't you pick up your phone and see for yourself, I knew that girl was a lying bitch but how could she?” “Mr. Fabian, I see you're
Pearl's POV. Morning sun streams into my face, my eyes flutter open.Waking up on a Sunday morning. I feel so exhausted even when I didn't do anything that should make me this exhausted.Maybe I know why I'm exhausted. I hold my abdomen. “Good morning, Sunshine,” a small smile touches my lips. “Another day to be sneaky,” I toss the sheets off my body, I drop my feet on the floors. Walk into the bathroom to do my business. When I'm done, I take a look at myself. I slept in pink drawstring shorts and a white see-through singlet.I drag the singlet up to have a look at my body. I've longed for this feeling. To wake up in the morning, and know that my baby is growing inside me. What do I do now? I've had a hard time telling Philip the truth. I don't know who to trust with this secret. Who to tell.I let go of my grip on the singlet and walk out of the toilet. I go straight to the kitchen to have some milk. The aroma of different food spices assaults my nose as I enter the kitchen. My