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. I felt a blade slicing through my soul – sharp, precise and merciless. My breath caught in my throat, suffocating my life out of me. “So, I had been his tool all along? He never loved me?” I ruminated as my head spun, with tears streaming down my eyes. My heart raced as I remembered the deception that laid beneath his touch, the smile, his words and promises. “You are crying?” Aunt Stephanie asked as she giggled. “This is not the right time for you to cry. I feel you should postpone it as you will become more hurt, heartbroken and suffocated going forward. Be on the outlook for it, loser” she scoffed before she proceeded to take her leave. The moment she turned to leave, her eyes met with that of Carlos who had been standing behind her all along. Her body language said it all – that she was shocked – that she wasn’t aware of Carlos’ presence. She said some words to Carlos which I didn’t hear, due to the fact that I was withdrawn. I was emotionally drai
Carla’s POV“What? What the hell did you just do?” Aurora yelled as she stomped her feet, with her hand on her cheek.In shock, Catherine rose to her feet and I could sense how terrified she was by my action, from her trembling hand, which hung loosely beside her.“What? I don’t have the right to slap you but you have the right to belittle my daughter and I in the presence of this whore? You must be a joker” I scoffed with my finger pointed at Catherine, whose hand was still trembling.“Carla, have you gone nut? How dare you lay your hands on your sister-in-law? Do you even know the implication of what you have done?!!” Aunt Stephanie snapped as she swiftly rose to her feet, as if ready to lung at me.“What? I can’t discipline her? I am only doing what you are suppose to have done as her mother and which obviously, you failed to. Do you even deserve to be called a mum? Because none of your attitude depicts that of one” I spat disgustingly.“What? How dare you question my motherhood?”
Carla’s POV. “You may be his wife, but I have his heart. Do you even have any space in his heart?” Catherine attacked, her comeback stiffening my body and piercing my heart with pain and ache. I halted in my steps, stiffened by her cruel yet truthful words. She was right. His heart belonged to her and I on the other hand, was just a temporary substitute for her. The pain of knowing that the man I loved whole-heartedly, never for once loved me back was indescribable. The pain was like no other – a deep soul-crushing ache, that radiated into every corner of my body. I was furious, infuriated, disdained, lost and helpless. I felt like collapsing onto the floor and crying my eyes out but when I realized that would be me granting Catherine’s desire of seeing me fail, I resisted, sniffing back my tears. I shouldn’t be the one to cry, shouldn’t be the one in pain and agony. They should be because they were the ones who caused my joy to cease. With my fists clenched, I turned to f
Carla’s POV Night came and as I took each step towards my once abandoned room – our room, which used to be filled with love, my legs became heavy. It had been weeks since I moved out of the room and moving back in there – sleeping with that man on the same bed, felt quite awkward and upsetting. I was scared that I would lose my guard by being in the same space with him, preventing me from getting my revenge on them. Despite him having broken me, I was still so much in love with him and that fact alone made me hate myself. “Why can’t I just stop loving him? Why?” I had questioned myself countless times, feeling frustrated but it took me time to realize that you can’t just stop loving someone you had loved for years, immediately. It takes time for love to fade away and that brought me to the conclusion that Charles’ love for me didn’t end when he came back from the States. The love had faded away from his heart right when he was in the States, but I failed to realize that. Eve
Carla’s POV “Well, what are you going to do Carlos? Will you let go of my hand and take Catherine’s or you would do otherwise?” I stepped closer to him as my dreadful voice whispered into his ear. He swallowed hard out of anxiousness, his hands that hung loosely beside him trembled. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and I could see a mix of fear and hesitation in his eyes. He tried opening his mouth to say something but no matter the number of times he did, his words were caught up in his throat. “Just exactly what I had expected” I scoffed, with me shaking my end in disappointment. “See, you can’t even own up to your mistake. The only thing you can make use of is that thing in between your thighs and not your brain” I ridiculed him. Turning around, I walked out of the room, leaving him to be weighed down by his guilt, indecision and hesitation. As I walked away, I prayed vehemently for him to stop me - to call out to me and beg me not to leave but he didn’t. I did
Carla’s POV Night came and as I took each step towards my once abandoned room – our room, which used to be filled with love, my legs became heavy. It had been weeks since I moved out of the room and moving back in there – sleeping with that man on the same bed, felt quite awkward and upsetting. I was scared that I would lose my guard by being in the same space with him, preventing me from getting my revenge on them. Despite him having broken me, I was still so much in love with him and that fact alone made me hate myself. “Why can’t I just stop loving him? Why?” I had questioned myself countless times, feeling frustrated but it took me time to realize that you can’t just stop loving someone you had loved for years, immediately. It takes time for love to fade away and that brought me to the conclusion that Charles’ love for me didn’t end when he came back from the States. The love had faded away from his heart right when he was in the States, but I failed to realize that. Eve
Carla’s POV. “You may be his wife, but I have his heart. Do you even have any space in his heart?” Catherine attacked, her comeback stiffening my body and piercing my heart with pain and ache. I halted in my steps, stiffened by her cruel yet truthful words. She was right. His heart belonged to her and I on the other hand, was just a temporary substitute for her. The pain of knowing that the man I loved whole-heartedly, never for once loved me back was indescribable. The pain was like no other – a deep soul-crushing ache, that radiated into every corner of my body. I was furious, infuriated, disdained, lost and helpless. I felt like collapsing onto the floor and crying my eyes out but when I realized that would be me granting Catherine’s desire of seeing me fail, I resisted, sniffing back my tears. I shouldn’t be the one to cry, shouldn’t be the one in pain and agony. They should be because they were the ones who caused my joy to cease. With my fists clenched, I turned to f
Carla’s POV“What? What the hell did you just do?” Aurora yelled as she stomped her feet, with her hand on her cheek.In shock, Catherine rose to her feet and I could sense how terrified she was by my action, from her trembling hand, which hung loosely beside her.“What? I don’t have the right to slap you but you have the right to belittle my daughter and I in the presence of this whore? You must be a joker” I scoffed with my finger pointed at Catherine, whose hand was still trembling.“Carla, have you gone nut? How dare you lay your hands on your sister-in-law? Do you even know the implication of what you have done?!!” Aunt Stephanie snapped as she swiftly rose to her feet, as if ready to lung at me.“What? I can’t discipline her? I am only doing what you are suppose to have done as her mother and which obviously, you failed to. Do you even deserve to be called a mum? Because none of your attitude depicts that of one” I spat disgustingly.“What? How dare you question my motherhood?”
Carla’s POV. I felt a blade slicing through my soul – sharp, precise and merciless. My breath caught in my throat, suffocating my life out of me. “So, I had been his tool all along? He never loved me?” I ruminated as my head spun, with tears streaming down my eyes. My heart raced as I remembered the deception that laid beneath his touch, the smile, his words and promises. “You are crying?” Aunt Stephanie asked as she giggled. “This is not the right time for you to cry. I feel you should postpone it as you will become more hurt, heartbroken and suffocated going forward. Be on the outlook for it, loser” she scoffed before she proceeded to take her leave. The moment she turned to leave, her eyes met with that of Carlos who had been standing behind her all along. Her body language said it all – that she was shocked – that she wasn’t aware of Carlos’ presence. She said some words to Carlos which I didn’t hear, due to the fact that I was withdrawn. I was emotionally drai
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. 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. 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 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