Marcus could only stand at the door, trying so hard not to lose it and wake his wife. She looked beautiful and peaceful in another man's arms. She had her head on his chest while he wrapped his hands all over her like lovers who had just finished a marathon of sex and were waiting for a sunset.He could not believe his eyes. The boy had breached the contract; he was not allowed to sleep in the room, nor was he allowed to offer comfort. It was clearly morning, which meant the drugs were out of his wife's system, and if she opened her eyes, she was going to find the horror she lived in without her consent.He quickly tiptoed to the bed, panicking and trying so hard not to let any jealousy consume him. But the chemistry with which his wife's body lay against the boy was just too difficult to ignore. He went straight for the boy's neck as he tried to get his wife off of him.Frank opened his eyes as if possessed, the beautiful dream he was enjoying after days of failing to sleep and bei
"You can't do that sir, the deal was to…" Frank tried to explain but Marcus interrupted him."Read the contract, it says for up to a week which I remember you complaining about and I reduced it to five days," Marcus made mention.Frank could only bow his head low, the old man was right. The contract did not hold for seven days. Marcus chuckled, "I thought you were supposed to be celebrating?" He asked. "I mean you will no longer be fucking your aunt," he spat out.Frank's jaw tensed up, as he raised his eyes to meet the stupid man's face."You were enjoying fucking her? Weren't you?" Marcus yelled."No!""Do not worry, I will not blame you, the first time I laid my eyes on my wife I wanted to fuck her and I fucked her," Marcus snared."With due respect, my worry here is my brother and the idea of me fucking my aunt for nothing," Frank yelled at him. "You think I could live with myself if she is not pregnant and my brother dies!" "Calm down, you are yelling and attracting unnecessary
The morning came with Frank still in bed, wallowing in self-pity. He did not feel like getting out of bed. The alcohol he had taken the previous day had only provided him with brief amnesia and a throbbing headache.The sun had brought back the reality that he had tried to escape from, and it reminded him that the horror was far from over. He turned on the bed trying to get into a comfortable position, but all he ended up with was a sole backHe could only assume the old man and his wife were out of the state, and now he had the job of praying that she was pregnant. He was never a prayer person; he stopped years ago and left such to his mother because he lost faith and believed life wasn't fair, especially if one was poor.The irony was that he was supposed to pray for his aunt to be pregnant. Something that was a taboo, and he couldn't think of how to start such a prayer. Maybe his mother would know how to start such a prayer. And talking about his mother, he remembered how he screa
Frank felt like the whole world was collapsing on him. The seat he was sitting on felt hot as he tried to adjust it but it only became more unbearable forcing him to get up."What exactly are you saying?" He asked."My son can't donate anything; the cancer is all over his body," the old man explained. "It has spread everywhere.Ireen dropped to her knees, trying to understand what wrong she or her son had done. It was unfair to her and her children. She never wronged anyone, but yet their lives were full of misery."I am so sorry, Ireen," the old man added.Frank paced the room as he tried to control his emotions, urging his mother to get up too; they needed to find other solutions. Crying was not going to solve anything.They thanked the old man, who wished them good luck.Outside, Frank held his mother's hand. "Do not worry; I will find a way," he assured her."What other way is there? Do you mean finding another rich woman and exposing yourself to more diseases?" She asked."Mom, I
Frank stared at his phone in surprise; he never expected the old man to agree so easily, especially given how pissed he was the last time they met, and he put a stop to their contract without warning.He began wondering what happened for him to change his mind. Something happened for him to ignore how close they were to being caught. On second thought, it was none of his business why the man changed his mind. What was important was for him to do the job professionally this time and make sure she fell pregnant for the sake of his brother.In the afternoons, a parcel with some money, plane tickets, and his passport arrived. He informed his mother about the trip and maintained the story of the cougar. He did not like lying to her, but there was no option.Ireen felt disgusted for putting her son in such a position. When he was leaving, she could only nod her head without saying a word. The shame was too overwhelming for her to even look him in the eye. She had completely failed as a mot
Meanwhile, Nera sat on her toilet seat looking paler than a ghost. She was done with everything; it was over, and she had finally accepted the fact that she was never supposed to be a mother.She held a sanitary pack in her arms as if she were reading the label, but her thoughts had strayed far away, mocking herself.It was too good to be true, too perfect, like a Disney movie with a happy ending. Her husband found a herb from Africa that was going to give them a miracle baby.What hurt the most was the constant, nonstop sex that she had to endure for the past two weeks, which left her very sore every morning, but she never complained because she knew there was going to be a beautiful prize at the end of the rough tunnel.She even went to the lengths of imagining hot men fucking her in order to bear the pain, but it was all for nothing. She had cheated in her mind, for nothing.Out of frustration, she threw the stupid sanitary pack against the wall and let out a loud scream.She held
Slowly but steadily, Marcus took short breaths. Back at the hospital, the doctors warned him to control his temper if he did not want to have a stroke. He could hear Nera yelling but decided to ignore her and get some sleep for the sake of his blood pressure and sanity.He walked to the bed but remembered that she had instructed him to use another room. He could not blame her; he had disappeared on her just like he always did when there was trouble.He changed into his pajamas, grabbed a pillow, and walked out of the room. He was going to honor her wish and sleep in a different room and wait for her until she calmed down.However, when he woke up in the morning, he found Nera yelling at the servants, just like he left her when he slept. He walked out of the room, pissed, and ordered her to follow him."Marcus, I am busy!" She yelled back."Nera! Now!" He yelled at the top of his voice. It was the first time he was yelling at her in their three years of marriage.Nera turned while the
For unknown reasons, Marcus felt numbness in his legs and quickly held on to the wall for balance. The driver quickly ran to his aid."Are you okay, sir? Is there something?" the driver asked."I am fine; help me walk to my office," he requested.The driver looked at him puzzled. He was expecting him to run after his wife and tell her the good news.With his boss's hand over his shoulder, he led the way to the office."Sir, you have to ask her to take a test; this is how my wife and I found out we were expecting," he tried to start up a conversation, but Marcus asked him to shut up and leave the office.The driver quickly shut up; he always knew when to shut up or turn a blind eye and was well aware that if Nera was pregnant, it was not his boss's but the young man he used to pick back and forth from the hotel to the mansion.A deadly secret that he swore to take to his grave. He quickly walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. His boss's behavior was very odd; he was e