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 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
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. 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,
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
“Mom” I called as silence filled the room, with my eyes fixed on my mum, whose gaze was avoiding mine. I slowly walked up to her and when I eventually closed the gap between us, I held her arms and made her face me. “What did you just say? Abandoned us?” I queried, searching her eyes for answers but I didn’t find any. Instead, I found fear and reluctance. She hastily averted my gaze and began to look everywhere except my face, as if she was trying to run away from the hidden truth.I already had an hint as to what was going on but I didn’t want to believe it. “Abandoned us? The man I have been longing to meet wouldn’t have abandoned us, would he?” I had thought, as I continued observing my mum’s body movements and the fear of my thought being true, gripped me. “Mum, talk to me!!” I screamed, losing my patience, which made her flinch. I tightened my grip around her arms, with me shaking her, as if trying to get her attention to give me the answers I wanted. “I …… I “ mum stutter
Carla's POVWe were seated in the living room that day, having a family time when her phone rang. It was a call from her office, specifically from her secretary.She excused herself and proceeded to pick the call, in which I, Dad and Catherine continued with our chattering, leaving her to attend to the caller. We were still amid our discussion about the success of the Fashion Show which mum had held the day before, only to be interrupted by her loud scream."What?" she had yelled, her face turned pale, and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as if she was trying to process whatsoever news her secretary had passed across."Darling, is anything the problem?" Dad asked, hurrying to where she stood, still on the call with her secretary. Catherine and I looked at each other, with confusion written on our faces, wondering what was going on."I will be on my way to the office now. Prepare an urgent meeting and call the Legal Team in" Mum instructed Iris, her secretary, as she hung up on her."
Omniscient POV.That morning, their parents were supposed to meet with an investor who had given positive feedback. After having breakfast as a family, the two sisters were dropped off at school by their parents. The siblings wished their parents best of luck with their meeting.Before zooming off and bidding them goodbye, their parents promised them to be back home early and celebrate with them if the meeting with the investor was a success."We will see you at home. We promise to come back early" their Mum had said as she beamed with joy. Right in front of them, their parents' car zoomed off, but what they didn't know was that the next time they would see their parents, they wouldn't be alive.The siblings entered their school premises and resumed to their various classes. Few hours into their school activities, something happened.‘Have you seen the news?" Amelia asked eagerly."What news?" Beatrice asked, confused." I just saw the news that Carla’s parents got involved in a car ac
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
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 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. 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