The next three months went by quickly. Tyler and I saw each other every day and we became inseparable. Last month he had thrown me a gender reveal party and invited my mom. He had won my mom over in less than thirty seconds.I felt truly blessed to have him in my life.Today he had booked me a special session at the spa. I had the most wonderful experience now that Andrea had taken over as the manager.Once the massage was over, I soaked myself in the jacuzzi for half an hour before heading to the bathroom for my clothes.I looked at the shelf where my clothes had been and they were replaced with an elegant evening dress. I picked it up and touched the gems on the front.It was a beautiful baby blue with a silver underlining. I rubbed the soft material against my cheek. It looked and felt expensive.Once I was dressed, I twirled in front of the mirror. My big baby bump was visible. Under the pleats and u admired it in the mirror. I wondered if this was a baby shower that he had planne
The big event that I had thought was a baby shower was actually my engagement. It would probably be the best memory in my life, other than the wedding." Have you two set a date for the wedding." my mom asked."Yes. The 27th of April." I replied excitedly." In a month's time?" She questioned."We want to be husband and wife before the baby arrives, so he can have my last name." Tyler replied as I browsed through wedding catalogues.My mom smiled and nodded as she looked through some catalogues.Tyler left us early and returned to work as we sat in the bridal boutique,looking at the brochures and packages.I could not decide on a colour and theme and asked for a few catalogues to take home.It was late afternoon when we left the boutique and the sun was setting rapidly.There was no parking and my mom had parked a block down the street. I had seen a man hovering around the boutique earlier that afternoon. He looked suspicious but when we left ,the streets were empty.We hurriedly walk
I tossed and turned all night, and when I awoke I felt it in my bones. It was Seth. He is the one that wants to harm me. Me and my baby. I could feel my hands shaking as the anger coursed through my veins. It was at this moment I started to plan my revenge.Tyler fetched me in the morning for a coffee date. I had stopped working since the engagement. " You seem tense." He said as his brows furrowed deeply on his handsome face.I took a deep breath and began to tell him everything. From the words that echoed in my head to the revenge that had entered my heart." I need this, so I can move on." I cried." Are you sure it is him?" Tyler asked." Please can you just help me. Follow my plan. Please. I am begging you." I squeezed his hand between mine.Tyler finally agreed and I felt a huge burden lifting off my shoulders." If this helps you heal so we can move forward, I will do it." Tyler wiped my tears and kissed my forehead.Tyler had set off to New Jersey that afternoon. He bid me f
I stood at the window looking out at the beautiful view of my wedding venue. It was the the secret garden. The wedding alter was draped with ferns and bright yellow sunflowers. The pillars leading to the alter had big bouquets of sunflowers and magnolias. The chairs were white and gold, each draped with vines and ferns. It was every girls dream wedding. I took in the beauty and was lost in my thoughts when I heard the door open." It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?" I said. I still did not avert my gaze from the window.There was silence." Are you getting cold feet?" I added playfully.When there was still no answer I turned around,hoping that I wasn't just talking to myself.My bouquet fell from my hands as I looked at the man in front of me."Seth?" I babbled looking at him in shock."Yes. Larna. I am here to apologize. Please don't do this. I am sorry. Please take me back. I was a fool." Seth replied in an almost desperate tone." What sort of apology is this? How
Sometimes I, Sarah White, sat and fantasized about things ending. Before I went to sleep at night I prayed, asking for forgiveness for my thoughts. I would fantasize about some rich lady that Jacob would be having an affair with. She would pull up outside our house and he would pack his bags, telling me his leaving and leave with her. I somehow felt relieved that he was gone. It made things so much easier than me thinking of walking out because in today's society ,men are never wrong. It is always the woman who takes the blame for a failed marriage, for her husband's faults. I worried about what people thought. I felt as if it was a label placed on my forehead and will haunt me for the rest of my life.Although sometimes I thought it would hurt if he left but I somehow always felt a relief as if this burden was lifted off my shoulders.I just fantasized about that because he always sunk the words deep in my head that if I left him, he would have no where to go and then be would start
Was it his birthday?I couldn't really tell.But now when I look back I wasn't sure of anything.Sometimes he made me feel as if I was making stuff up. He had disenabled me by causing friction between my family and I. I was totally secluded and Jacob was the only person I had.It was as if he was in my head. I felt alone and the more I thought about it the more I didn't want to be on this earth.I had felt as if my family had abandoned me. The more Jacob treated me as a doormat, the deeper I fell into depression. There was no one there to understand me. Everyday I came from work and focused on the kids so that I didn't have to talk to Jacob.I just didn't know when the love ended but it did.It could have been in the beginning of the marriage when he started f***ING Shontel because life was never the same after seeing that text. I knew deep down in my heart I meant sh** to him.I blamed myself. Maybe I was just not good enough. Maybe I wasn't pretty enough. Maybe I wasn't black eno
It wasn't all but a dream. The next morning I received a message over social media.It was him. He was checking up if I was alright. He knew me well and I guess that he picked up that this wasn't me. At first I played it cool, eventually I couldn't hold it in any longer.After letting out every bit of sadness that made a home in my heart, I felt relieved.The next afternoon,Grant came over with a pack of beers. Everyday we spoke and everyday I complained.Maybe I shouldn't have complained. Maybe I shouldn't have spoken.But for once I actually felt happy. For once I was actually being heard. Someone was taking my thoughts and feelings into consideration. Although I was the one who had cut all ties with him for a misunderstanding that was never about him, he was still the same caring person as always.Thinking back about that misunderstanding:I had just started a new job and I decided to take out a life cover for my dad who had asked me to.He felt that we should at some point bene
Grant texted me all day, listening to my complaints about my other half.He listened without judgement and I knew as usual he wouldn't believe me.No one did.until....He started staying over more frequently.we because close and I started to feel attracted to him.The distance between Jacob and I grew wider and wider until it was just a large empty space.I don't know when that happened and when the gap between Grant and I became non existent.I don't know when I had these feelings but they were there and it was hard to ignore.As the days went by I tried to reach out to Jacob.I called him up one day and asked him to spend lunch with me. His cold reply brought tears to my eyes. " I see you everyday. I don't need to spend lunch time with you and besides I already have plans."As Grant saw the coldness in Jacob everyday , he tried to make me happier.He invited me to lunch and I accepted.I drove to his work place and he ordered food.It was the first time trying this new restaurant
I felt deeply hurt inside and that afternoon I could not write. All I could think about was my sick dad, covid 19 was wiping out entire families, I never thought that it would affect my family. They were always so careful.The next day the nurse looked at results , with a surprised expression on her face she said my dad was positive.I double checked the results only to realise that the name on the paper was some other person.I laughed at her , feeling some relief in my chest.The day after that it was confirmed that he was covid positive. I felt devastated yet hopeful. He was my dad, he had no chronic illnesses, he was as fit as a fiddle. He was like my own personal superhero with a family of healthcare professionals. Somewhere in my heart I knew that he would be fine.I took my lunch break early that day , feeling like a thief , I secretly went to see my father and give him the horrible news.As I sat at the dining room table, I told him that he was covid positive and all the preca
Last chapter.Mark grabbed his towel once his crazy neighbor untied him.Never in his life had he been so used.His a*** hurt so much he grabbed a back of peas from the freezer as soon as he reached home.He drew his curtains and sat on the bed.The ticking of the wooden clock on the wall had caught is attention.It was already five thirty, he had spent more than two hours being tortured.He picked up his phone and saw two missed calls.It was Jessica."It is a sign.", he thought.He called her."Hi", her cheery voice came through the receiver.For a woman who had been ignored for a few months, she sounded quite happy."Can we meet?", Mark asked. Jessica agreed. "Six thirty?", Mark suggested. "Perfect." Mark went back into the bath. This time he filled the tub with boiling hot water and some rough sea salt. Pulling on a pair of dark blue skinny leg jeans and a black polo neck shirt, Mark left his apartment in a hurry. He missed Jessica but he knew he wanted his old life back. He
Chapter 5Mark Molt sat comfortably on his black leather chair behind his large dark brown oak desk. It was another long day at the office. He waited for Mrs Blunder, who was his secretary for the last fifteen years, to bring his coffee. She had been bringing him his coffee since the day she started. She was as old as his grandmother, he assumed. Her grey hair and wrinkled face had much warmth and love. He adored her. This year will be her retirement. She decided to stay on until sixty five although sixty was the retirement age. She was as fit as a fiddle. Never complained, seldom took sick leave or any leave for that matter. He was going to miss her.She was truly a valued member of the law firm family. Mrs Blunder handed him his coffee," extra hot, extra strong, extra milk and no sugar, just how you like it son". His heart melted just hearing the little old lady. Indeed he will miss her. She had three more months until retirement. He wished she didn't have to go. Mark tried to persue
Chapter 4Jessica woke up with a throbbing headache. Her head ached, her foot ached. Her body ached. Everything just ached. She sat up slowly trying not to strain her foot. As her thoughts flooded into her mind with the events of last night, she felt nauseas. She remembered going to the hospital and then everything was blank.Jessica was blank. She really could not remember anything after the hospital and this made her panic. She could feel an anxiety attack rising within her. Her chest tightened. She felt as if she was suffocating. She cupped her hands over her mouth taking a few deep, quick breathes. A technique she learnes when she was a child. It was something she lived with most of her life. Whenever she got stressed out, even by the most slightest things, she would freak out drastically, leading to a panic attack. As she calmed down and started to massage her temples her daughter jumped on the bed next to her. " Hey mom, what happened to your foot?" she asked, her eyebrows now f
Chapter 3*Knock, knock*As Charlie held a sleeping Jessica, he leaned against the wall for support outside her door and strained his arm to knock on her door. He knocked the door quiet hard since no one had answered the door yet, he started to pang his closed fist against the door in frustration. Jessica was dead weight. His arm was becoming numb. He heard the lock on the doot turn and out came a stubby man. Round as a barrel, smelling of cheetos. It was an unpleasant sight and smell. He had never seen such a disgusting person in his life before living in an apartment. He belonged on a street corner, begging for change. " So YOU brought her home. Did you have a good time, was it so good she sprained her ankle and fell asleep".Just leave her on the bed as he motioned Charlie to leave her on their bed. He left her down gently. He walked to the living room to see that everything was a mess. There was dishes piled on the coffee table, clothes in the floor and beer cans piled next to t
Chapter 2Back at the Party, Mark Molt gulped down glass after glass of the finest alcohol. The music played loudly whilst everyone danced, married or not they were all grinding up on each other. A sexual song suddenly came on. It was ''Monifah,Touch it''.Mark sat crossed legged on the office chair when he felt delicate fingers trace around his neck and shoulders.There was someone singing in his ears. This secy voice sending shivers uo his soine awakening desire within him. He wondered who it could be.It was Joey Bloom, dressed in a mini skirt, halter neck top and high heals. Her cleavage was popping out of her shirt, as she turned him around in his chair. Everyone knew Mark always had atleast one good fling at every office party. He already slept with most of the woman in the firm.They all slept with him willingly.Every woman wanted a part of Mark Molt.The ladies always gossiped that he was a stallion in bed.Joey Bloom did not get her chance ,she was always outrun by the other woman,
It took me back to the day I started writing. it eased my mind and kept me occupied from the pain. Writing made me forget, it took me to my own imaginary world that blocked out the nastiness of reality. There was just too much going on, the pain inside had become like an arrow to the heart. I could not run nor could I had hide from my own harsh reality. I needed an escape and writing had become my own self taught councelling.I started writing CHEATED by the CEO which basically revolved around my sister's life.Chapter 1* Best CEO ever, Mark Molt!!! **clap, clap, clap*Everyone applauded as Mark stood in the centre of the law firm. He smiled from ear to ear, showing of his deep dimples. He was every girls dream guy, but he was also a married man with kids. The ultimate party animal. With hair so black and sleek and a well chiseled face, he could be called God's gift to women. His eyes so blue like the deepest ocean and lips that invited you in, woman had to fight the urge that he is
Grant texted me all day, listening to my complaints about my other half.He listened without judgement and I knew as usual he wouldn't believe me.No one did.until....He started staying over more frequently.we because close and I started to feel attracted to him.The distance between Jacob and I grew wider and wider until it was just a large empty space.I don't know when that happened and when the gap between Grant and I became non existent.I don't know when I had these feelings but they were there and it was hard to ignore.As the days went by I tried to reach out to Jacob.I called him up one day and asked him to spend lunch with me. His cold reply brought tears to my eyes. " I see you everyday. I don't need to spend lunch time with you and besides I already have plans."As Grant saw the coldness in Jacob everyday , he tried to make me happier.He invited me to lunch and I accepted.I drove to his work place and he ordered food.It was the first time trying this new restaurant
It wasn't all but a dream. The next morning I received a message over social media.It was him. He was checking up if I was alright. He knew me well and I guess that he picked up that this wasn't me. At first I played it cool, eventually I couldn't hold it in any longer.After letting out every bit of sadness that made a home in my heart, I felt relieved.The next afternoon,Grant came over with a pack of beers. Everyday we spoke and everyday I complained.Maybe I shouldn't have complained. Maybe I shouldn't have spoken.But for once I actually felt happy. For once I was actually being heard. Someone was taking my thoughts and feelings into consideration. Although I was the one who had cut all ties with him for a misunderstanding that was never about him, he was still the same caring person as always.Thinking back about that misunderstanding:I had just started a new job and I decided to take out a life cover for my dad who had asked me to.He felt that we should at some point bene