EvansI read the message Nikolas sent to me for the tenth time. Barry: I know you've been avoiding me since you got back. Stop acting like you want him back, meet at our spot later today?What the fuck?What the fuck?! No fucking way. No fucking way was my best friend fucking my wife.Ex-wife you bozo. Still doesn't change anything. Gloria was once mine and now…everything is a lie. There's only one thing to do, confront Barry. But, I need to ask Gloria. I was almost in my car and even though going back in to confront Gloria didn't seem like the right thing, it should be done. I walked back and dismissed Nickolas, after he dropped the gift for Zoey, gladly, she wasn't present there.“Oh, thought you wouldn't come back.” I looked at her and her smile wore off her face completely. She knew I was angry. But, was I? Really? Does it matter if I just found out my best friend and ex-wife are having something together? Yes, I should be mad. I have every right to be. “I just want the answ
Evans “Oh, come on, Evans. You shouldn't be one to talk about betrayal when you're having an affair with my daughter.” Shit.“You think I had no idea? I'm quiet most of the time, but I'm not stupid. It was weird though, I mean, when she was in the hospital, I suspected.”“Barry—”“I don't need explanations. I was waiting for the right time you talk to me about it, but I guess my twenty-two-year-old child was too good for you.” “That's not how this happened. I love Amelia.” “Love? Oh please, what do you know about love? It's disgusting that you'd put your dick into my daughter.” “Amelia and I didn't start this way and I don't regret falling for her Barry.”“You should because she's married.”Not anymore. Amelia hadn't told Barry about her divorce from Ramon. I shouldn't go ahead and spill it to him.No, I won't.“Now you're concentrating on Gloria. I'll let this slide, Evans. Why? Cause I don't give two fucks about you. Amelia is married and that's all she needs to concentrate on
Amelia“No. Evans Scott. Your bestfriend.”I didn't expect that reaction from my father. His eyes were filled with so much anger but his actions were calm and collected. He stood up from his chair and walked towards me.“You're pregnant for another man other than your husband?” “Yes…father.” “How ungrateful. You got married to a cheating whore Ramon.” Ramon's cousin by the name of Prathi, if I remember correctly.“She isn't a whore. Amelia never cheated on me in our marriage.” Ramon said.“Then how is she pregnant?” She fired back.“That doesn't concern you, Prathi.” Rajid looked at Ramon and just as Ramin was about to utter something, he got a slap on his face from his father. “Gay?! Is that what you've become?! To stain my name?!” Ramon held my hand tighter and looked back at his father. I was proud of him; he did this with so much bravery. “I'm sorry if I have stained your name but I can't lie about who I am. I can't lie to please anyone anymore. Those days are gone.”“You're
Amelia“I know baby, I know.” He placed a warm kiss on my forehead. “You need to rest, enough for today.”“You have something to tell me, don't you?” I asked him.“What else?”“There's more, I know there is.”“Amelia—”“No secrets. If we're going to make this work between us, no secrets, nothing again. It's just you, me and the truth.” He sighed and laid back on the chair, his eyes staring intently at me. “I found out that Zoe isn't mine.”My lips formed an “O”“She isn't my daughter, Mimi. Gloria lied to me.”“Then who is her father?” “Your dad.” What? My father is Zoe's dad. That is to say, Zoe is my sister. Correction; half-sister.“My sister?”“Yes.”“How? I thought you and Gloria were married?” “Gloria and I were married, your dad on the other hand, well, they were both having an affair while we were married. Before we separated, Gloria and I, I mean, she was pregnant. She's not mine.” With the sad frown formed on his face, I knew this news was like a low blow to him. When
EvansAmelia and I had a great time last night, honestly, I've never felt so at peace before. My woman, lying in my arms, soundly sleeping, with my child in her belly. Fucking perfect.I went to work the next morning and decided to face some work on my desk, thankfully, with Melanie as my assistant, she was able to reschedule some meetings for today and the day after that. Melanie was great, she's been efficient, so to speak. I always changed assistants, Melanie was a temp for Yvonne who knew how to do her job very well. I walked into the office and saw a black card on my table.“Melanie, who's card is this?” I called her from the intercom.“Yours sir. The delivery guy asked me to give it to you, sir.” “Who is it from?” “He said it was from the governor, sir.” “Okay.” I hadn't spoken to the governor after that incident. I mean, we do business, well, more like a transaction where he knows I'm beneficial to the state and he's my puppet. I picked up the card and read its details, it
Amelia“What do you mean?” “I didn't send that invite Princess.” “It stated you needed me there. If it wasn't you, then who?” “Where did you see it?” He asked. “It was on the table in the first room, I thought you left it there.”“Someone dropped that card and led you on. I'm pretty sure the person wanted you to be here and maybe see me with Gloria.” That explains it but who could it be? “About Gloria—” he said“Don't.”“I need you to know I didn't do this on purpose, Princess. I love you and I hate that circumstances like this make us grow apart. Look at me, I won't do anything to hurt you. I love you.” Believe him, Mimi.Believe him.I want to. I really do.What if? “Sometimes I wonder what's going on in that little head of yours,” he said while staring at me.“I wonder what's going on in yours too.” “Mimi—”“I mean, I want to trust you and believe everything you're saying but…”“But?”“It's hard to, with her here. She's your first love and maybe they're some feelings—”“Th
AmeliaNo way. There is no way Evans is getting back with her. “Leave,” I said. I'm trying so hard to maintain my self-control. I shouldn't lose it here, not in front of her, so it won't seem like she's won. “Okay, but before I do that, since the ceremony is today, I'll be expecting you tonight.” She smiles and gives air kisses on my cheeks before leaving. I walked back inside, stared at the card like it was something dangerous. Evans couldn't.He won't.He can't. I waited so patiently for his call and I got none. There's only one thing to do, go to the fucking surprise party. After filling in the details with Becca, I dressed up and decided to go face my competition. The event wasn't at Evans’ place and since it was at a different mansion under his name, he'll surely be there. Gloria was so certain she could get him come, so let's go with that. I arrived at the place, guests slipping in and out of the mansion. “Should we stop here ma'am?” the cab driver asked me when we got t
Song of the day: Dynasty by MIIAAmelia“You are cruel. Everytime you lied to me, you came back begging and I forgave you. You cheated on me with her, you came back begging and I forgave you and do you know why this hurts so much? It's because I'm never like this. I'm not this kind of girl that lets everything slide but with you, with you it's so different. With you it's like I've lost my fucking mind! All I wanted was you to love me back—”“I love you; you know I do.”“You don't. You don't love me. You're leading me on. You're leading your best friend's daughter on and you're still so hung up on your ex-wife so no, you do not love me.”I didn't realise the rain was pouring on us until I swiped my hands across my face to clear my eyes. I turned to leave, but his hands wrapped around me, stopping me from moving. “Don't leave, please. Please let me explain,” he whispered. “I'm tired, and I need to stop. I'm done.” I whispered back, my eyes still staring at the gate. “Don't leave me,
Song: Your Song by Rita OraThree years later…“Stop!” I giggled as I dodged his hands. “Stop!” I laughed this time as his large arms wrapped round my chest. “What? I'm not doing anything,” he denied.“Yes, you are. Stop tickling me.” “Don't you have work to do?” I asked him as I turned to face him. “Hmm?” “I don't have work to do,sorry.” He made a sad face and smiled.“Urghh…don't do that. I thought old people aren't meant to make those faces?” “I'm forty-four, and I am not old.” “You are to me.” “Says the twenty-five year old…”“No, says your wife.” I cupped his cheeks and pressed my lips against his. I had missed him a lot. He just got back from a trip last night, and he's been over me since. I mean, I did miss him but…Well—Hell. I'm a fucking liar. I missed him a lot. I was about to say something when I got interrupted by the knock on the door. “Come in,” I said. Dia came running in with Becca behind her.“Daddy! Daddy!” she said as she immediately jumped onto her fat
Amelia6 months later…“I'll hold her.” “What if she cries or she needs something?” “Mimi, Dia is fine, today is your day so go…have fun.” “How do I look?” I asked my sister.“So so good. The dress looks perfect on you. Now go walk on that aisle like a boss,” she smiled and cradled Dia in her arms. “Ready?” Cressida came in and asked. Her eyes immediately landed on me and she gasped.“Oh my god, you look so gorgeous.”“She is the bride after all, she should look good.” Frankie said as she came in.I gave a warm smile and clenched my hands together. I was nervous but I was really so happy. “The bridesmaid is here to take you, your Highness,” Frankie smiled as she gave a bow. “I don't know if…” “Enough! You look beautiful. You're getting married, no negative thoughts. No negative thoughts, okay? Mom will be so proud of you.” That warmed my heart.That made me feel content. As Frankie took my hand and walked out the dressing room with me, I knew this was it. I was getting marrie
Evans“Shit!” I cursed as I helped her into the car. I drove as fast as I could, unsure what to do.“You…you okay?” I looked back at her. She wasn't saying anything.“Please Amelia, communicate!” “Evans….I love you but baby, shut the fuck up and drive the damn car, right now!” Her scream came out as a cry. In no time, we were in the hospital. Her water broke in the car and she needed immediate attention. While she was being wheeled into the labour room, I called Becca and Hans immediately. Minutes later, they walked into the waiting room. Seriously, did they jump from the sky? “Is she in?” Becca asked.“Yes,” I answered. “They won't let me in. And I'm…” “She'll be fine,” Becca reassured me. I tried to stop my trembling hands from shaking. “I don't know why they've refused me to go in!” I stood up and punched the wall in frustration.“Calm down, man.” Hans said.“Let's just sit here and wait. She'll be okay. She's a strong girl.” AmeliaAs I lay on the bed, head facing the cei
Evans I have planned this. I hope this goes well and it wasn't fucked up by Hans. I still hate him, but he has been a good guy. Hans is a great guy but he can be shady, and that just fucks things up for his character. My fingers trembled on the steering. I shouldn't be nervous about this. I have been planning the proposal for weeks now. I know she was expecting it sooner, and it did make me feel like a dick but I had to wait. I've pre-planned this. Two weeks of thinking of the perfect proposal, four weeks of looking for the perfect spot/restaurant/ any place, really. One week of constant training. I had written a little note and slipped it into my pants pockets. I looked at her again. I hope this works. Amelia looked at me with raised eyebrows when we stopped at the same hotel where Barry had his gala months ago. “I thought we were eating out?” I held my breath, “We are. I have something to show you. Come.” After we got out of the car; we entered the hotel and were welcomed by
Amelia“Okay. Then I agree to this. To all of it.” Saying those words made me hurt but I knew I had to do it. I had to let my dad go. “Is this what you want, Princess?” Evans asked and I simply nodded my head, hiding my sobs. “Okay,” he responded and signed the papers. My dad looked at the both of us, his eyes filled with nothing but content. Not envy or greed but content. I love my father. I will always love him no matter what. “Will you atleast come when we have the baby?” “Yes, I will. I promise to come see my grandchild.” And with that, my dad gave me a long look and a, “please take care of her,” to Evans and walked away. “Baby…” I didn't realise I was crying until Evans was at my side, wiping my stained cheeks with his thumbs. That day was spent on his laps, sobbing and eating popcorn. ****“Fuck me,” he groaned as i shifted again on his chest.“Sorry.” I totally forgot he needed more rest. My whole weight was on him throughout the night. “You don't have to apologise.”
Amelia“You just got discharged a few days ago. I'm not letting you go anywhere.” “Why not?” He looked at me with his bowl of cereal in his hand. “I won't let you go anywhere, understand?” “You're being bossy. I'm fine. I'm well, I just have…I have work to do.” “Why are you so stubborn Evans?” “Why are you so reluctant and bossy, princess?” I rolled my eyes and watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. We just got discharged six days ago, there is no way I'm letting this man walk out of this house to go work.“I'll be careful. Nicholas will be there.”“No.”“What if I bribe you?” “Yeah, right.” I said as I poured the coffee into the mug and dropped a spoonful of sugar into the mug.“I love seeing you bossy. It makes you sexier. Maybe next time you can wear a police outfit and boss me around just like this?”“Haha, funny. I know you can work from home. So do just that.” “Oh, you are such a sexy wife.” I didn't dwell on the fact that he just called me his wife. His phone rang,
Amelia“Ms Reynolds,” the doctor said as he walked up to me. “Yes doctor,” I jumped on my feet immediately. “I have good news,” he said. He could clearly see the worry and sadness in my sore eyes. Everyone in the hospital knew about me. I had gone to pray in the hospital's church and met a woman, sue comforted me. God bless her. She had her own worries too, but she listened to me. Spared me a napkin and we both cried. We both cried for me.“What's the news?” “Mr Scott is fine. He is conscious now. We had to extract the toxic poison from his body before it caused any more damage. He was already losing strength and with the toxin still roaming free, there was a higher chance of it causing a stroke or worse. We had no other option to save him. I am really sorry if this made you worried, I hope you can understand.” “It's fine doctor. Thank you. Can I see him now?” “Yes, but he is still weak. We've administered some medications and drips to help give him strength. But yes, you're f
Amelia Ignoring the tiny twinge of discomfort in my ankles, I paced. Have been pacing for a while now.They won't tell me anything. Nicholas, Kelly, even Thomas. They knew something but they won't say.Why won't they tell me? I was Evan's, the mother of his child. I deserved to know what was wrong.It was tempting to look at the clock to know how long he had been in there. How long the doctors were taking to surface.“Nicholas, tell me what's wrong, please.” He averted his gaze but I won't be discouraged. “Nicholas…” I wadled to his line of vision, “... tell me. You don't have to worry about my reaction and the baby will be fine. Just tell me.”He remained mute.“Mimi…” I heard Becca say behind me.I clutched the front his shirt with both hands, finally gaining his attention. “Tell me right now or so help me God…”Freeing him immediately at the sound of a door opening, I abandoned the idea of trying to force the answer out of him and turned to the doctor.My heart fell with disappoin
Amelia It's been two days since that day. Since he was shot and it feels like death already. Kelly stroked my hair and carried the plates out. I have been eating, just because of the baby and the fact that Evans would be mad at me when he does wake up if I skip meals.But it's been hard. So hard.“Baby…” I blinked my tired and swollen eyes as I grabbed his left hand. “Don't you think it's time to wake up?”Nothing. Just stillness under his eye lids that I was scared of.“I need you Evans,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and tiny from the countless tears I had shed. “Please…”His thumb didn't give my hand a little stroke like I desperately wished for. It just laid there in the silence. They said everything was okay now, that it was just a matter of waiting for him to wake up.“Babe, don't do this Evans. Look at me, get up and look at me,” the quiver in my voice drew my attention to my wet cheeks. “Oh..” I was crying again.The door opened. I didn't bother to look up, it was the nurse