Carla’s POV.
I was expecting to see only Granny and Carlos seated at the dining table, but I was shocked to see those whom Carlos had warned me to beware of, seated with them. Aunt Stephanie, Aurora (her daughter” and Uncle Chris (her husband), were seated on the dining, digging into their food.
“What the hell is going on here? What are they doing here?” I silently thought in agony, as I stood at the entrance of the dining room, with my hand on my forehead. Carlos had told me a lot about the trio and I wasn’t mentally and emotionally okay at that moment, to deal with their dragging, because I knew they were going to.
With the way I had thrown shade at Aunt Stephanie at the wedding hall earlier, I knew she would definitely come for me, not only her, but also her grown up daughter and her husband, as Carlos had told me they were birds of the same feather.
While amid my thoughts, Granny, who had caught a glimpse of me, called out to me and requested I joined them.
“Carla darling, come, come. Come have your seat here beside me” Granny said, as she gestured for me to come over, with her hand. This called the attention of others to me and I couldn’t help but to notice the disgusting look on Aunt Stephanie, Uncle Chris and Aurora’s faces. Aurora rolled her eyes at the sight of me, before she continued to eat her food.
Carlos was no different, just that his look wasn’t that of disgust neither hatred but that of anger and shock. I expected that from him as he had warned me not to touch his things but there I was, putting on his clothes. Till I got to where I sat beside Granny, which was in between him and Granny, he kept on throwing annoying glares at me.
Realizing he wouldn’t stop doing that, I quietly explained the situation that warranted me putting on his clothes to him.
“I do not have any of my clothes here, that’s why I had to put on yours. Will go get mine tomorrow” I explained but he just ignored me, pretending he didn’t hear me as he continued to eat.
The maid served me my dish and we all continued to eat in peace, until Aunt Stephanie decided that peace was never an option.
“Carlos, what exactly did you see in her? Catherine is way more better than her in every way” Aunt Stephanie spilled out in annoyance, dropping her fork loudly on the plate, which made a loud noise. Her gaze was fixed on me, giving me a disdainful glare, but I could care less, as I continued to eat my food.
“Stephanie, you wouldn’t want to be embarrassed in front of your nephew’s wife, would you? If you don’t want to be, then keep shut and do the thing you are best in doing which is to eat!!!” Granny yelled, slamming her hand on the table, which made me flinch. Everyone remained calm except from me and it seemed like as if they were used to that.
“Mum, are you really going to do this in front of her? She is not your daughter, I am!!! And I merely stated the truth!!! Catherine is way more better than her in all ramifications” Aunt Stephanie retaliated, yelling.
“Yes she is but still went ahead to cheat on my grandson with another man? What a perfect woman she was for Carlos!!” Granny said ironically, as she scoffed.
“Anybody can make a mistake. She is human and so therefore, she is prone to mistakes. What she did doesn’t warrant Carlos to jilt her” she said before facing Carlos “Carlos darling, just forgive Catherine and take her back. You can divorce this disrespectful bitch and start all over with Catherine. Huh?” she said as she pointed in my direction, pleading with Carlos to have a change of heart.
Carlos on the other hand, just pretended as if he wasn’t following all that was being said on the dinning table and continued to eat his food.
“She is prone to mistakes? Anybody can make mistakes? Really? Then, you should be able to forgive your husband if he cheats on you and in the process, have an illegitimate child outside. Won’t you?” Granny queried, her gaze fixed on Aunt Stephanie. Confusion washed over Aunt Stephanie as she didn’t know how to answer granny’s question.
“What …… What are you saying mum? You know Chris wouldn’t do such” she finally said stammering, forcing a bitter smile on her face.
“Just what if he does? Huh? What will you do? Will you forgive him and take him back just as you had advised Carlos?” Granny further probed, enjoying how she was putting Aunt’s Stephanie in a tight corner. When she didn’t get any response from Aunt Stephanie, she turned to face Uncle Chris, who seemed tensed and beads of sweat had formed on his forehead.
"What is going on here?" I thought as I played with my spoon and fixed my eyes on Uncle Chris.
“What do you think Chris? Will your wife forgive you?” Granny asked. The air became stiff and the environment became tensed. Uncle Chris couldn’t speak. His eyes didn’t stay in a place as he continued to look around, as if trying to escape from someone’s gaze. He looked uncomfortable where he was seated. Guilt was written all over him and it was at that moment, I realized something wasn’t right. Suddenly, Uncle Chris got up from his seat and excused himself.
“Sorry Granny, I need to use the gent” he said, hurrying out of the dining room. As he walked away, Granny cleared her throat, after which she said “Let’s continue with our food”. After saying this and everyone continued to eat, I couldn’t help but to notice the satisfying smile that curled up Granny’s lips, as she looked at Aunt Stephanie, who was unaware of her gaze.
"This journey is going to be an interesting one" I silently thought as I smiled.
Few minutes later, Uncle Chris came back and everything went back to how it was before Aunt Stephanie decided to stir up trouble. When I had thought the storm was over, Aurora started hers.
“Carlos, have you heard from Charlotte recently?” Aurora asked,
“Why do you ask and why should I be in touch with my ex when I am married?” Carlos asked with a stern voice, not casting a glance at her. Immediately I heard the word “ex”, I knew where Aurora was heading to.
"What a family!! Will this whole drama ever stop?" I thought as I rolled my eyes. getting tired of all the dramas.
“She is still in love with you. If you can’t accept Catherine back, why don’t you just go for Charlotte instead of her? At least, Charlotte has a name for herself, what does she have apart from throwing herself at men? She is not even ashamed. How can a woman jump into a man’s arms barely 48 hours that her daughter died? She is not even that beautiful. So disgusting!!” she said as she rolled her eyes.
I had been keeping up with their insults but that was the last straw.
“How could she bring my daughter into this?” I had thought, as I held onto the baggy trouser that I was wearing tightly, trying to suppress my anger but I just couldn’t.
I have to retaliate. I have to let them know they shouldn’t pass their boundaries and take caution when dealing with me. With that in mind, I clenched my fist and tried to get up to my feet, ready to unleash my anger and frustration on them but before I could, Carlos gripped my hand, pressing me tightly on my seat.
“She is not that beautiful?” Carlos finally spoke as he scoffed.
“This coming from someone who looks like a monkey and barely has a man to call her own” Carlos said, his voice firm and rage burning in his eyes. Aurora and her parents’ mouths were wide agape, shocked that such statements could come out of Carlos’ mouth. I giggled softly upon hearing this, although surprised that Carlos was that outspoken and could throw shades when needed.
“At least, she has a man to call her own, what do you have? What do you have in your name? You and your parents have been living off granny’s money your whole life. If not, why will you all be living under granny’s roof? If not that granny isn’t allowing me to leave, I wouldn’t be here living with you guys” he said, with pride in his voice and granny didn’t help matter as she burst out laughing.
“I heard your singer boyfriend jilted you recently. Before you sit there and criticize “MY” wife, try to get a man to call your own first. Afterwards, she might take your criticism into consideration” he said, with a little emphasis on the word “MY’, which got me confused. I stared at him, trying to read him mind but I just couldn’t.
“Also, henceforth, no one has the right to criticize or scold my woman apart from me. She has every right as you all in this house and you must accord her the respect she deserves. This is a warning. You won’t get one the next time this occurs” he threatened, his voice cold and fierce, which almost made me shiver under his hold.
“Granny, we would love to leave now” he said as he looked at Granny, who nodded her head, before he turned to me and said “Let’s go”. With that, we stood up, his hold still on mine and we made our way up the stairs.
As we walked away, I could hear Aurora throwing a tantrum, asking Granny if she wouldn’t say anything, with Granny replying her that she got what she deserved.
As soon as we got to our room, he let go of my hand.
“I apologized for all that happened just now and I am sorry I didn’t tell you we all live together” he apologized, with sincerity and a little bit of concern in his eyes.
“It’s fine” I managed to say, although I was hurt.
“I need to do some things in my study room. I will be back soon” he said as he walked out of the room, into his study room.
As soon as he left, my mind trailed back to what my aunt, Charles and Aurora had said about my daughter. I just couldn’t keep it off my head. I tried not to feel concerned about it but I couldn’t.
“Am I really a bad mother? I am just trying to get the revenge she deserved on her behalf” I had thought. It’s not as if I wasn’t hurt by her death, I was but people are failing to see that. Realization of the fact that I wouldn’t see my daughter again drawn on me once again.
My mind trailed back to everything that happened and tears began to roll down my eyes. I was proving to be strong but I wasn’t. I realized my life had become shambles since my mother died, taking me back to the memory lane, of how everything started.
Carla’s POV. As a child, I only knew my mother as my only family. It was not until I was 12 years of age, I got to know I had an aunt. My mother never spoke about my father and although she tried her best to never make me feel his absence, I still did whenever I saw my friends with their fathers. I tried several times to make her tell me about him, but she always waved off the topic, pretending as if I never mentioned it. But there came a day, the day I couldn’t take it anymore. The day I also made up my mind to never ask about him again. That day, I had gotten into a fight with a classmate of mine, who shamed me for not having a father and called me a bastard. I was so pained and hurt that as soon as I got home that day, I stormed into my mother’s room angrily. “Darling, you are back already. How was school today?” she said as soon as she saw me, with a smile curled up on her lips. Normally, I would have rushed to her and squeezed my tiny self into her arms but that day, I s
As she slowly walked through the garden filled with beautiful red roses and hibiscus flowers, the breeze gently blew against her face, making the strands of her curled hair drift against her smooth skin. She was putting on a short white dress, which accentuated her figure. The dress was decorated with pearls and stones, which shone under the sunlight.She slowly shut her eyelids to inhale the fresh air, which somehow consoled her troubled and restless mind. She smiled although deep down in her, she knew she wasn’t happy.She couldn’t get herself to be happy until she gets her revenge on them; on the people who repaid her kindness with evil. The ones who took her children away from her and made life a living hell for her. The thought of those sinners made her eyes flung open. She clenched her fists in frustration and gritted her teeth to show her hatred for them.She remembered how happy she was some years back before Carlos and Charles came into her life and turned it into a garden of
Carla’s POV I can vividly remember that day. The day what I feared the most happened. I was seated in the bridal suite, admiring my beautiful self in the mirror in front of me. I looked so beautiful that I couldn’t stop admiring myself. “The day has come. The day everything would change for good” I had thought to myself, putting on a smile. I was happy that after 7 years of courting him, he was finally going to be mine. But at the same time, I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure if that day would go as planned. Her words from the night before echoed in my mind. “You think I will allow the wedding to happen? Stop dreaming, darling. I will make sure I stop it at all costs. You can’t take him away from me!!!” she had yelled at me with fury. Her look was fierce like that of a Lion. With the look on her face, it was evident that she wouldn’t back down. She was ready to do anything to make him hers. The thought of her taking him away from me made me cringe and my hand began to tremble. “W
Carla’s POVMy eyes fluttered open to meet with a dim, sterile light. The smell of drugs and antiseptic filled my nostrils, making me slowly become aware of where I was. I was lying on the hospital bed, putting on the usual patient gown and I could feel the weight of the blanket, tucked firmly around me. I looked beside me only to find a beeping monitor and IV line taped to my skin. I managed to get myself to sit upI felt a slight headache as I tried remembering how I had gotten there. The last thing I could remember was being stood up at the altar by Charles but how I had gotten there was something I had no idea of. I looked around to see if there was someone nearby but there was no one. Just then, Amelia walked in, looking all tired.“You’re awake? Are you hurting anywhere?” Amelia asked as soon as she walked into the room, with concern etched on her face. She sat on the bed with me, touching the parts of my body she could, to make sure I was okay and free of pain. I smiled as I wa
Carla’s POV.I was putting on a black dress with a tinted glass to hide away the sorrow and tears that lingered in my eyes. Amelia, the only person who had always been with me was seated beside me, also putting on a black dress, as she held my hand and rested my head on her shoulder. She was trying to comfort me but no matter how hard she tried, I couldn’t forget the fact that I had lost a part of me. If someone had told me I would feel the pain of a mother who had lost her child, I wouldn’t have believed it.As I sat in the church and the priest delivered his sermon, my eyes were glued on the little casket in front of me. The casket which enclosed in it, was the person I would never see again. As much as I tried refraining myself from crying, I just couldn't. Which mother would be happy that her ward died right in front of her? My mind trailed back to the day before, the day I had received the devastating call.I remembered how I and Amelia had rushed to the hospital where the teache
Carla’s POVI watched as her body was being laid to rest. The thought of my darling baby being alone in that shallow grave made me cry the more. Everybody who had come to show their condolences left including the priest but I stayed back at the graveyard as I couldn’t bear to leave her all alone. Amelia volunteered to stay with me till I was ready to leave but I told her I wanted to be alone with Mia which made her leave.As I sat by her graveyard all alone, I remembered my aunt’s words. The hurtful words she had said to a mother who had just lost her child.“Stop crying and get your ass up. See what happened as God’s blessing to help you make a better choice in life. Since what was tying you down to him is dead, then I would advise you to find a better man to marry than a pauper like him. No wonder he left you since you have nothing to offer him. Be like you sister, Catherine, who makes good choices. Look at the man she will be getting married to tomorrow. Follow her footsteps and le
Carla POV. “Get the hell away from my man!!” Catherine yelled as she interrupted our kiss by pulling me away from Carlos. I expected that as no woman would be happy seeing another woman take her place on her day of joy. She stood in between Carlos and I, with a stern look on her face like that of a lion, who was ready to devour its prey. It was so satisfying to see her in distress. As a smile curled up my lips, I folded my arms and locked my gaze with hers, ready for whatsoever she was bringing forth. Carlos on the other hand stood passive, not saying anything and I wondered if he was planning to leave me to fight the battle all alone. I briefly glanced at him, hoping to know what he was thinking, but he averted my gaze. “Really?” I thought as I rolled my eyes. “What’s the meaning of this? Don’t you feel ashamed? How dare you try to steal my man from me?” she blurted out with a scornful look on her face, as she clenched her fist as if she was getting ready to punch me in
Carla’s POV. The moment we stepped out of the hall, he abruptly let go of my hand. I was neither surprised nor hurt as all we did in there was just an act. We both entered the car and after giving the driver the directive on where to go, we zoomed off.“Drive us to the hospital. We need to pay granny a visit” he had instructed as he rested his back on the seat and put on his seatbelt. Throughout the journey to the hospital, no one spoke and the silence in the car felt heavy. The silence made me feel uncomfortable. So, I took a quick glance at Carlos, hoping to start a conversation with him but he was too engrossed in his thoughts to notice me, as he was staring outside the window, his face, a vast array of emotions. The glance, which was meant to be quick, lasted for quite a while as I took my time to observe his countenance and mood. Although he had successfully gotten his revenge on Catherine, he still looked sad. Anguish and hurt were written all over his face. As I looked
Carla’s POV. As a child, I only knew my mother as my only family. It was not until I was 12 years of age, I got to know I had an aunt. My mother never spoke about my father and although she tried her best to never make me feel his absence, I still did whenever I saw my friends with their fathers. I tried several times to make her tell me about him, but she always waved off the topic, pretending as if I never mentioned it. But there came a day, the day I couldn’t take it anymore. The day I also made up my mind to never ask about him again. That day, I had gotten into a fight with a classmate of mine, who shamed me for not having a father and called me a bastard. I was so pained and hurt that as soon as I got home that day, I stormed into my mother’s room angrily. “Darling, you are back already. How was school today?” she said as soon as she saw me, with a smile curled up on her lips. Normally, I would have rushed to her and squeezed my tiny self into her arms but that day, I s
Carla’s POV. I was expecting to see only Granny and Carlos seated at the dining table, but I was shocked to see those whom Carlos had warned me to beware of, seated with them. Aunt Stephanie, Aurora (her daughter” and Uncle Chris (her husband), were seated on the dining, digging into their food. “What the hell is going on here? What are they doing here?” I silently thought in agony, as I stood at the entrance of the dining room, with my hand on my forehead. Carlos had told me a lot about the trio and I wasn’t mentally and emotionally okay at that moment, to deal with their dragging, because I knew they were going to. With the way I had thrown shade at Aunt Stephanie at the wedding hall earlier, I knew she would definitely come for me, not only her, but also her grown up daughter and her husband, as Carlos had told me they were birds of the same feather. While amid my thoughts, Granny, who had caught a glimpse of me, called out to me and requested I joined them. “Carla darling,
After Mr. Clinton had apologized over and over again, he saw us off to the parking lot. He didn’t leave the parking lot until he saw our car zoomed off. Throughout our ride home, nobody said a word. Silence filled the car. I was seated at the back with Granny beside me, while Carlos sat at the front seat with the driver.I knew Granny had a lot of questions on her mind to ask Carlos and I but surprisingly, she pretended as if nothing had happened some minutes earlier and was on her phone all through our ride home. Same as Carlos. Realizing that I was the only being who was not occupied, I brought out my phone from my bag only to see several missed calls and text messages from my best friend, Amelia.“What the heck? I heard you got married to your sister’s fiancée. That can’t be true, right? Get in touch with me as soon as possible”, these were some of her messages.I knew exactly why she had called. She must have heard the news. I didn’t inform her of my arranged marriage with Carlos
Carla’s POV It was him. Those eyes of his, which used to draw me in and make me drunk in love, had become what I hated to see. I glared disdainfully at him as he approached me. The anger I felt just from seeing his face made me explode. I wanted to punch him, to release all my anger on him, to tear him apart. The thought of Mia’s death only agitated me the more, and I clenched my fists in frustration. I was so consumed by rage that I had forgotten Granny was holding my hand—and that I was squeezing hers so hard that it hurt her. I only realized it when she placed her other hand on mine and gently caressed it, as if she felt my pain and was trying to relieve me of it. I looked at Granny, and she smiled at me before murmuring, 'You will be fine'. I stared blankly at her as I was surprised. It was barely an hour that we met, and she had made me feel at home. Her compassion towards me reminded me of my mum – the woman I had lost to the cold hands of death, when I was at a tender age
Carla’s POV. The moment we stepped out of the hall, he abruptly let go of my hand. I was neither surprised nor hurt as all we did in there was just an act. We both entered the car and after giving the driver the directive on where to go, we zoomed off.“Drive us to the hospital. We need to pay granny a visit” he had instructed as he rested his back on the seat and put on his seatbelt. Throughout the journey to the hospital, no one spoke and the silence in the car felt heavy. The silence made me feel uncomfortable. So, I took a quick glance at Carlos, hoping to start a conversation with him but he was too engrossed in his thoughts to notice me, as he was staring outside the window, his face, a vast array of emotions. The glance, which was meant to be quick, lasted for quite a while as I took my time to observe his countenance and mood. Although he had successfully gotten his revenge on Catherine, he still looked sad. Anguish and hurt were written all over his face. As I looked
Carla POV. “Get the hell away from my man!!” Catherine yelled as she interrupted our kiss by pulling me away from Carlos. I expected that as no woman would be happy seeing another woman take her place on her day of joy. She stood in between Carlos and I, with a stern look on her face like that of a lion, who was ready to devour its prey. It was so satisfying to see her in distress. As a smile curled up my lips, I folded my arms and locked my gaze with hers, ready for whatsoever she was bringing forth. Carlos on the other hand stood passive, not saying anything and I wondered if he was planning to leave me to fight the battle all alone. I briefly glanced at him, hoping to know what he was thinking, but he averted my gaze. “Really?” I thought as I rolled my eyes. “What’s the meaning of this? Don’t you feel ashamed? How dare you try to steal my man from me?” she blurted out with a scornful look on her face, as she clenched her fist as if she was getting ready to punch me in
Carla’s POVI watched as her body was being laid to rest. The thought of my darling baby being alone in that shallow grave made me cry the more. Everybody who had come to show their condolences left including the priest but I stayed back at the graveyard as I couldn’t bear to leave her all alone. Amelia volunteered to stay with me till I was ready to leave but I told her I wanted to be alone with Mia which made her leave.As I sat by her graveyard all alone, I remembered my aunt’s words. The hurtful words she had said to a mother who had just lost her child.“Stop crying and get your ass up. See what happened as God’s blessing to help you make a better choice in life. Since what was tying you down to him is dead, then I would advise you to find a better man to marry than a pauper like him. No wonder he left you since you have nothing to offer him. Be like you sister, Catherine, who makes good choices. Look at the man she will be getting married to tomorrow. Follow her footsteps and le
Carla’s POV.I was putting on a black dress with a tinted glass to hide away the sorrow and tears that lingered in my eyes. Amelia, the only person who had always been with me was seated beside me, also putting on a black dress, as she held my hand and rested my head on her shoulder. She was trying to comfort me but no matter how hard she tried, I couldn’t forget the fact that I had lost a part of me. If someone had told me I would feel the pain of a mother who had lost her child, I wouldn’t have believed it.As I sat in the church and the priest delivered his sermon, my eyes were glued on the little casket in front of me. The casket which enclosed in it, was the person I would never see again. As much as I tried refraining myself from crying, I just couldn't. Which mother would be happy that her ward died right in front of her? My mind trailed back to the day before, the day I had received the devastating call.I remembered how I and Amelia had rushed to the hospital where the teache
Carla’s POVMy eyes fluttered open to meet with a dim, sterile light. The smell of drugs and antiseptic filled my nostrils, making me slowly become aware of where I was. I was lying on the hospital bed, putting on the usual patient gown and I could feel the weight of the blanket, tucked firmly around me. I looked beside me only to find a beeping monitor and IV line taped to my skin. I managed to get myself to sit upI felt a slight headache as I tried remembering how I had gotten there. The last thing I could remember was being stood up at the altar by Charles but how I had gotten there was something I had no idea of. I looked around to see if there was someone nearby but there was no one. Just then, Amelia walked in, looking all tired.“You’re awake? Are you hurting anywhere?” Amelia asked as soon as she walked into the room, with concern etched on her face. She sat on the bed with me, touching the parts of my body she could, to make sure I was okay and free of pain. I smiled as I wa