Carla's POV.That night, after having a whole long ride of satisfying pleasure, I slept off beside him on the hospital bed, feeling weak and exhausted."Oh My Goodness!!!" the screaming of someone and the loud thud of something hitting the floor, jolted me awake. I swiftly rose from bed due to fear of what was going on, only to be met with Granny's preying eyes, locked with mine ........ ours, as Carlos had also woken up.Her handbag, which she had dropped out of shock, was sitting preetily beside her. Her mouth was wide agape, as if she had seen the unexpected. At first,I didn't realize why she was so shocked but when I figured out I was barely naked, with only my pant and bra on, same as Carlos, with only his boxer on, I jumped out of bed, hurriedly putting my dress on and buried my face in shame.While I was shy and was unable to look at Granny's perplexed gaze, Carlos didn't feel bothered. He just sat on the bed in his naked state, supporting his head with his hand and waved the
Carla's POV. Three Months Later. "Mrs. Williams, congratulations. You are two months gone. You are going to become a mother!!" Doctor Clark announced, with amazement in his voice. "What? I am pregnant?" I asked in shock with my eyes widened, as his words began to sink in. "Yes, you are" he reaffirmed, beaming with joy. I didn't know how to react to the news. I was happy no doubt. I was glad that another Mia was on its way - that I would become a mother again, but I feared what Carlos' reaction would be upon hearing the news. The past three months with him after we both made our feelings known to each other had been nothing but blessing ....... the best days of my life. He was a perfect man - the man I had ever prayed for. The way he looked at me, touched me and fought for me whenever Aunt Stephanie and her family tried to taunt me, said it all - that he was madly in love with me. “He might be in love with me but what if he isn’t ready to become a father? What if this new
Carla’s POVBy 6pm, everything was all set. Granny suggested that the dinner should be held in our room since she wanted it to be devoid of any interruption and it needed to be private.In our room, which was wide and big enough to accommodate anything, a mini dining table was placed. On the dining table laid a crisp white tablecloth and a flower vase of fresh roses.Alongside those were different menus like appetizer, main course and dessert placed on the table. Purple candles were also lit, casting an adorable glow.A small gift box, decorated with ribbon, in which in it enclosed a baby shoe and a small paper, inscribed on it ‘We are expecting a mini you!!’ was placed in between the roses.Inside one of the plates covered on the table was written with chocolate sauce, ‘We are having a baby’. A diffuser, which erupted from it Lavender smell, was placed in the room, to quench the strong aroma of the home-cooked meals.Granny really outdid herself and I couldn’t be anything but gratefu
Carla’s POV.The warmth of his palm against my skin made me stir from sleep, jolting me half awake. For a moment, I lingered between dream and reality with my eyes closed, as I savored the contact of his skin with mine.I opened my eyes slowly, only to be struck by the sun rays, which was forcing its way through the window. There he was, seated beside me on the bed. A warm smile crept up his lips with an hint of guilt or should I say confusion, hitched on his face.“Morning” his sweet and familiar voice said, as his fingers brushed through my cheek, making me feel at home.“Morning” I whispered back, trying to sit up. I didn’t smile at him as I was angry he stood me up last night. I averted my gaze from his, fixing my eyes on the rising sun which I could see outside the window.He seemed to have noticed my annoyance and so he said: “I am sorry”.“Babe, I apologize for keeping you waiting all through the night. I know you are angry right now. There’s nothing I can say to defend my act,
Carla’s POV Three Year Later. I stood in the garden, which was a sea of colorful balloons and streamers. I was satisfied with the outcome of the decoration, and I was quite sure Zoe loved it. I watched as Zoe and the other children who had come to celebrate with her ran around, chuckling and screaming on top of their voices. The aroma of different delicacies and appetizers filled the air, making me close my eyes and savor the pleasing smell. Just then, I felt arms wrapped around me from behind, which made me flinch. Inquisitive as to who could have hugged me from behind, I flung my eyes open and tried to turn around to see who it was. But before I could, the melodious voice of the man who filled my heart with so much joy, met with my ears. “Hey, babe” Carlos’ tempting and seductive voice whispered into my ear, almost making my knees weak. I smiled, pleased by how romantic he was. “Hey, handsome” I responded as I turned to face him, beaming with joy. I took my time to ob
Carla’s POV. The walls of my room ..... our room seemed to close in on me, as I curled myself up in the corner of my room, crying my heart out. My body trembled from the weight of the betrayal I had experienced. The day which was supposed to be a happy day for me, turned out to be a dreadful one. How could the people I have trusted so much betray me? The people I called my family!! The people I sat and dined with!! While in my desperate moment, I heard a knock on the door, but I was too heartbroken to respond. Instead, I buried my face in between my knees and continued to wail in sorrow. “Carla, I beg of you, let me in. Give me the chance to explain” Carlos’ soft and pleading voice requested behind the closed door. But his voice was the last thing I wanted to hear. “Go away, Carlos. I neither want to see your face nor hear your voice!” I yelled; my voice croaky from the emotions erupting within me. “Please, just give me the chance to explain, darling. Just hear me out” he f
Carla’s POV. Days went by and the wound of betrayal was still fresh in my heart. I tried moving on ...... tried to forget everything that happened as Granny had advised but I just couldn’t. I spent countless nights lying awake, staring at the ceiling, ruminating about everything. Had I been a fool all along? Was I merely his revenge pawn? Was he still in love with her? All the affection he showed me, was it all fake? Was he pretending? The distance between Carlos and I grew the more. Our communication became limited to compulsory greetings and discussion about Zoe. I moved out of our bedroom and moved into Zoe’s room as I needed some time alone. I became an object of mockery for Aunt Stephanie and her family. They made use of every opportunity they got to taunt and sneer at me. Our once happy and lively home turned into a cold, suffocating prison for me. I was filled with resentment, unspoken words and the shadow of my ruptured love. This continued for days until one morni
Carla's POV. That night, I didn't get a wink of sleep as my heart was weighed down by fear due to the fact that I knew my tormentor would be stepping her feet into my home the next day. When morning came, I became more overwhelmed with fear. I was curled up on the bed, watching as Zoe slept. I was scared ...... scared that Zoe would lose her father and I would lose my husband. I wondered how I would protect Zoe and shield her from the poison that was about to spread through our home. Just then, I heard the entrance gate open and the sound of a car zooming in. I got up from bed and hurried to the window in Zoe's room, and my eyes landed on a black SUV parked in the compound. I knew it was her - she had come. My heart began to beat so fast at the sight of her and her son alighting from the said car. Their driver helped in offloading their boxes from the boot and while he did that, I noticed Catherine stare at the gigantic mansion before her, with a smile which showed th
Carla’s POV. “What ...... what did you just say?” my voice shook, and my eyes widened in disbelief. I was still trying to process the shock of what I heard when a voice emerged from the darkness. “Just exactly what you have heard” a terrifying masculine voice replied, sending a chill down my spine. I could hear slow, deliberate footsteps approaching me from behind. Immediately Susan heard the voice and saw the being, she collapsed onto the floor in sheer terror. It was him – our subject of discussion. Finally, the footsteps stopped. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding loudly in my chest. Summoning courage, I turned around to face him but instead of one, I was met with three familiar faces- Aunt Stephanie, Carlos and Catherine. That time around, Catherine wasn’t sitting in her wheelchair- she was standing on her two legs, and it was then I realized that they had all been in the game together right from the onset. Their expression was unreadable, and their gazes were masked wit
Carla’s POV. "What… are you saying? What do you mean you’re carrying Carlos’ child? Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?” I stuttered, finding it hard to wrap my head around her confession. “I know it’s hard for you to believe Miss, but I am telling the truth. I have been his sex toy for quite a long time” she whispered, lowering her gaze in shame. “Wait, are you being real right now? You mean you and Carlos have been having something together behind my back?” My voice shook, with a mix of disbelief and anger. Hesitantly, she nodded her head, biting her lower lip as if she were afraid of my reaction. “I didn’t do it on my own accord – he forced me. I sincerely wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how to inform you that I had been sharing your man with you all along. I am sorry”. My heart pounded violently at her words. I felt numbness overpower my strength and I staggered, holding onto the rail for support. So, Catherine wasn’t the only one he cheated on me with? Ano
Carla’s POV. I was seated on the bed that day, looking at the pictures of Catherine, which I had taken in secret, meeting with people from Carlos’ company. I was trying to see if I would be able to find anything suspicious which I could use against her. Just then, my phone rung and it was a call from the person I least expected. At first, I didn’t want to pick up the call but eventually I did, wanting to hear her out and hoping I would be able to get the evidence I needed from her. Upon picking the call, the receiver’s end fell silent. She neither made a sound nor spoke. I instantly became worried- thinking that something had happened to her, or she was in some kind of danger. “Susan, are you there?” I calmly asked, wanting to confirm if she was still with me. But she still didn’t say anything. I stayed on the call for some minutes, hoping she would say something when she was finally ready. Tired of being left hanging, I threatened to hang up on her. “Call me when you are
Carla’s POV. The days that followed were hell for me. I woke up every single day blaming myself for being the cause of their deaths. Although I wasn’t the one who poisoned or pushed them off the rooftop, I was still indirectly involved in their deaths. “If not for me, they wouldn’t have died. If Catherine doesn’t hate me, they would still be alive” I kept on telling myself every day. Day by day, Carlos became distant. He barely came home and whenever he did, he was always drunk to stupor. He became a nuisance and stopped going to the company. Uncle Chris had to fill in his position at the company, just to ensure everything ran smoothly.He refused to bury them, hammering on the fact that he needed time to accept that they were finally gone. I had approached him on several occasions, requesting us to talk but his response was always: “I have nothing to say to you”. After that encounter, Susan resigned and left the mansion. I wasn’t even aware of that until I heard it from one o
Carla’s POV. “You may leave now” Aunt Stephanie instructed Susan, who was still on her knees, crying. Sluggishly, she rose to her feet and made her way to the door but before she stepped out of the room, she looked at me. Her eyes were filled with regret and longing. There was heaviness in them – a silent desperation for my forgiveness. Tears escaped her eyelids, slowly trailing down her cheeks – tears of the apology, she couldn’t bring herself to say. And with that, she walked away, never looking back. “You are lucky that Carlos intervened in this matter. If I was left alone to decide what to do with you, I would have made you rot in jail forever. Like Carlos said, go and never come back. I never want to see your face in the house again, you bitch!!” Aunt Stephanie roared. “Let’s go, Catherine. This murderer isn’t worth our time” she further said, grabbing the wheelchair handle, ready to wheel Catherine out of the room. “Can you go ahead first, Aunt? I would love to have a c
Carla’s POV. Finally, the door creaked open, and Aurora stepped in, with Susan trailing behind her. Susan hesitated by the door, her eyes fixed on the ground, avoiding everyone's eyes. “Come in” Carlos commanded, gesturing for Susan to walk in. She obeyed and stood in front of Carlos. “Now, face her and repeat all that you had told me in her presence” he ordered, his gaze not leaving Susan’s face. The look in Susan’s eyes was full of guilt and fear which hinted that she had already chosen her side. Before she opened her mouth to talk, I had already known where that was going to end. Susan swallowed hard; her hands clenched in front of her. She let out a heavy breath before she finally looked up at me for the first time since she entered. The betrayal in her eyes said it all. That she wasn’t on my side – she never was. “I ... I” she stammered, taking a pause before she continued. “I poisoned the food. Miss Carla told me to do so. She never said the drug would make them die.
Carla’s POV. “Carla, open the damn door!!” the loud banging on the door, pulled me out of my slumber. For the past four days that I had gotten back into that house, I had not been able to get a good sleep because of the reoccurring dream of Zoe calling onto me to join her, every time I shut my eyes. I was just about to get some sleep when I heard the banging on the door. “Carla, I know you are in there. Open this damn door right now or else, I am going to break it down!!” I heard Carlos' yell again, continuously banging on the door. I could hear Aunt Stephanie’s voice, telling him to calm down. I was too weak to get up. Nothing had passed through my esophagus in the past four days, not even water. I didn’t have the appetite to eat. I just locked myself up in Zoe’s room for days, drowning myself in sorrow. No one bothered to check up on me – not even Carlos. But now that they were standing at the door, I wondered what the problem was. I gathered the last of my strength and
Carla’s POV. I was left all alone, feeling abandoned. The disdainful feeling of being betrayed collided with that of mourning. I was mourning the death of my loved ones and at the same time, burning with rage at the ones that had forsaken me. “How could Catherine have gone this far? She even killed her son just to see me fall? Is she truly that heartless?” those questions lingered on my mind as I curled myself up in a corner of the room. The room was enveloped by silence, and I couldn’t have been more frustrated and despairing. I needed someone to console me – to assure me that everything would be okay. I wanted someone to come to save me, but no one did - not even Carlos. The only being who had always paid attention to me and consoled me was gone and ironically, I was being accused of being her murderer. I felt like I was locked out of the world. I couldn’t stand up from where I was curled. I just remained there for what felt like eternity, slowly embracing sadness and sile
Carla’s POV. At the point where I was fixated, tears slowly escaped from my eyelid, streaming down my eyes. I was left all alone – abandoned by the man I had thought would believe me and stay by my side. “If everything Catherine said turns out to be true, I will make you regret ever messing with my family. I won’t allow my mother’s killer to go scot-free. Trust me” Aunt Stephanie threatened before angrily storming out of the room, with Aurora and Uncle Chris trailing behind her. But not without them eyeing me disgustingly. I was left all alone with Catherine, who was putting a satisfying and mockery smile on her face. “Catherine, why are you doing this to me again? What have I done to deserve all this? Just why?” I asked her tirelessly, my voice barely a whisper. I was too exhausted to yell – too tired to fight back. Carlos’ hurtful words drained out all the energy I had left within me and my desire to expose Catherine’s lies and be clean of the accusations slowly began vani