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
Pearl's POV.For the past week, I've been vomiting frequently every single day. Everything I perceive irritates me, I'm so uncomfortable, and when I checked myself this morning in the mirror. I didn't recognize the woman I saw. Because that person certainly isn't me. My brother would have talked about it if we crossed paths this week, but he'd been so busy doing I don't know what.I faced my work and my vomiting problem. Now out of curiosity, I decided to search Google about the symptoms I'm having and I'm sincerely petrified by the feed it brings out. Honestly, I do what that but not now. Now is a very bad time to have a baby.I stop at the pharmacy on my way to work and pick out three test strips because I need to be sure.I make the payments for them and head out. I waste more time than I intended to at the bus stop which makes me arrive late at work.I walk briskly to my office, waving at everyone while sweating like I just finished a marathon.I don't know how it happens but I
Pearl's POV.My Dad's gonna kill me today, if he doesn't I just know I'm lucky.I put my phone on silent at the park because I didn't need any distractions, and now I've missed several calls from him. How am I going to explain that? As I fiddle with my makeup, my hand trembles. I apply red lipstick and tie my hair up in a ponytail after throwing on a deep pink gown. I put on some jewelry, I try not to dress too much but it's better to impress Dad than to not.I give myself a once over and a three-sixty in front of my big mirror, when I see everything is in place I step out.Getting to the dining hall, everyone's seated on the dining table, Philip's parents are here already.My brother and my dad are sitting close, Philip's parents are sitting beside each other chatting about what's important to them and Philip is there alone, eating his food. There's also an empty seat beside him. There's a big chandelier hanging low from the ceiling, casting a warm golden glow into the dining room a
Pearl's POV I and Philip exchange a knowing look, it's at this moment I realize that lying is much harder when almost half of the people at the table know the truth.I fake a cough and clear my throat before saying “New York is Great, Not much has changed but it's still a great place you know,” “I disagree with you on that,” She playfully banters, “But it's okay, I heard you work in the company now?” That was the first time I looked at my Dad, And as usual, his face was like a statue, “Yeah,” I turn to face Mrs. Julie back.“So, how's your experience?” “It's been great so far, my co-workers are warm and welcoming, I'm a fast learner so I picked up on a lot of things,” “That's good.” She turns to my father, “Mr. Hughes, You were saying something about announcing the engagement,” A knot forms in my stomach.“Yes,” My Dad sits up, “I think we should announce it already, the couple has had enough time to know themselves and now that My daughter has been exposed to the Media I want peo
Pearl's POV.“I was joking about sleeping in your room tonight, but that doesn't mean if you let me I'll turn it down, you have to catch some sleep so you'll be up early tomorrow for the shoot,” Philip says after ten minutes of letting me cry in his embrace.I pull away. “Yeah,” wiping my face. I try not to look at his shirt or where my tears have soaked.Philip takes me unaware by kissing me on the forehead, “I'll get you a dress for the photoshoot, so you just have to be up early,” “I'll be up early,” I tell him.“Alright, I have to go before my parents start calling, sleep tight okay? and dream about me,” He starts retreating with backward steps.I mimic his talk, “I'll try,” once he's vanished from the hallway, I place my hand on the my door and open it…“Pearl…” My body trembles with shock. I pause and catch my breath before looking to see who's calling me like that.“Dad…” I swallow the brick in my throat. Did I not impress him at the table?“You told me you were going to stay a
Peal's POV.When I get to Photoshop, I'm received with a warm welcome. Like the workers, were waiting for my arrival. I bet with all my life savings that this shop was designed for the elite people because of how it was built. Big, elegant and luxurious. I wonder how much they make.“Come with me, Ms.” One of the workers told me with a polite smile, I suspected her to be one of the superiors at the place.I follow her meekly. My breath snags in my throat when I see Philip's back. Hands in both pockets, he's talking to one of the workers. Maybe the manager or something. I just watch him silently from a distance. Philip is fine! Coupled with the way he commands authority without words, the easy going demeanor he exudes, the effortless charm in his smile, the way his muscles flex under his dress shirt. Oh…am I forgetting the way he talks to people respectfully? Not like those trust fund babies who think the world revolves around them. And Yes, how kind he is to me. It surprises me ever
Pearl's POV.It's been really hard to keep up with the expectations of the people gathered here today. They're all like Dad, they narrow their eyes at you, searching for the tiniest bit of imperfection. Philip has been great at keeping my emotions afloat, but there's the lingering unsettling feeling I've been having. Has he read the letter and he chooses not to talk about it? That's impossible for me but I expected him to say something since last night, but he hasn't said anything. I checked my phone first thing when I woke up this morning and I was surprised to see no message from him was lying in my message box. Also, no missed calls or anything. I'd waited all night for a response. I wanted to be alert, holding my phone when the message came but I fell asleep and even when I got up, nothing had happened.“Pearl, Take this,” Philip hands me a glass of champagne he retrieves from the passing waiters. “It'll help your confidence,” he points to the people around, “It'll make you see t
Fabian's POV.My phone alarm rings. Signaling that it's time for me to go to bed. I set it to lessen my work time as my health condition has started getting worse and even if I'm afraid I don't have up to the time the doctor told me I don't show it.I close the paperwork on my desk and pack up, despite wanting to go home earlier, I'm still the last person who gets out of the office. Thank God it's Friday, I'll just have to take some time and rest before continuing anything.I use the elevator that leads to the garage. When the elevator dings, There's a spin in my vision, and I stop before I make the wrong step. Once everything settles, that's when I realize blood is coming out of my nose, at the same time a blinding migraine hits me, and breathing becomes a barrier.I try to find the nearest pillar–anything for support. My knees give out and I fall, clutching my throat as I struggle for air with eyes that can't see.I hear a voice in my head. I try to shake it off because of who it be
Pearl's POV.“Okay!” I say. Dragging my feet, I don't even realize I stopped.Settling in the backseat with my Dad, our driver takes over the steering and we start moving to God-knows-where. It takes me a lot of courage to turn and face my Dad, “Umm…” I try to make my voice polite, “Where are we going?” He swivels to look at me, “We are going to the venue of your engagement Party,” He says, almost excitedly.Okay, I'm trying to wrap my head around this. Why are we going to the venue tonight? I can't help but think my dad is up to something, Wait–has he found out? “Is something wrong?” He says. “No,” I reply sharply. Showing him a forced smile.He turns his face away as if irritated by the smile. The silence from then on puts me on the edge and makes me anxious till the car pulls to a stop, I immediately come down from the car. I don't even know if we have gotten to our destination.The air in the car is so suffocating that if I inhale one more time, I may fall sick. Or worse, colla
Pearl's POV.It's Friday already, I wish so bad that it's not but there's limited power to what I can control. Standing at my room window, I've seen the night snatch light from the day. And I can only wonder what tomorrow holds for me. Tomorrow is my engagement party.Tomorrow, I'll stand before people and pretend to love a man. I'm not so sure how I feel about him, and I'll have to tell him about my baby eventually. Running away is not an option for me. I've thought about it countless times. It'll only make things worse for me and the baby. I can only hope he doesn't take the news negatively, I'll never tell Fabian that the baby is his. Philip and I will care for the baby, he'll be my child's legal father. That's if he accepts the baby.I stand back from the window and turn, going straight to my table. The letters I'd written two nights ago are lying there.One for Philip, one for Dad, and one for Paul. He'd be the most disappointed, I don't know why it's hard to tell anyone I'm preg
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,”