LAURA'S POVI was wiping down the windows when I heard the oven beep. I immediately abandoned the rag in favor of hurrying to the kitchen and rescuing the lasagna from the oven. The smell of well cooked lasagna filled the house as I pulled out the tray and dropped it on the kitchen counter to cool. It was one of Antonio's favorite meals and I knew he'd be pleased to get back from work to a hot meal and a sparkling house. There was nothing I enjoyed more than taking care of my husband, but if I was being honest, all my efforts these days were for the sole aim of appeasing my husband. Our once joyous union was now filled with so much cruelty and derision. I hated to admit it, but Antonio had changed overnight and I was now remembering all my family's warnings at the beginning and if maybe I should have needed them. I pushed the dark thought out of my mind. I loved Antonio and I knew that we could work through whatever had broken between us. Love could fix anything. It may have sounde
LAURA'S POVThe very next day, I was lost in thoughts of how to convince my husband to join me for some couple therapy sessions. I had spent the whole day scrolling through the internet, searching for a nearby couple's therapist that was highly recommended. I was distracted by my thoughts while cleaning when the front door opened, revealing a stunning blonde. We stared at each other wordlessly, me in confusion and her in derision. "Who-" Antonio suddenly stepped in after her, his hands encircling her waist. I stared between both of them in horror. What was going on? "Antonio, you're back." I tried to smile at him even though a sick feeling had suddenly begun in the pit of my stomach. I just knew that the woman's presence spelled disaster. She was tall, with big, blue eyes and a well made up face. She had on a fitted white suit with sky high heels. She was beautiful and classy while I was in an old T shirt and shorts, cleaning. I felt embarrassed at her seeing me like this. Why hadn
LAURA'S POVThe Uber finally pulled over in front of my parents' house. I stepped out of the vehicle and the driver helped me get my luggage out of the trunk and up to my parents' doorstep. I tipped him for his services and he drove off. I took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell, my heart pounding in my chest. My family had never been in support of my marriage to Antonio and now they were going to tell me they told me so at this outcome. I was embarrassed, but I had nowhere else to go. I didn't have any friends in the city and all the friends I had made during my marriage would surely take my husband... no... ex-husband's side. "Go get the door, Mira." I heard my father call out. A moment later, the door swung open, revealing a very familiar face. I smiled nervously. "Hey, ma."The green eyes I had inherited from her narrowed at me, displeasure etched on her face. "What are you doing here?" I swallowed. "I don't have anywhere else to go. I just need a place to stay for a fe
ANTONIO’S POV"I really think you should reconsider this whole divorce thing." Zayn, my best friend said to me. I scoffed. "Laura is worthless to me. She can't give me a child and neither is my marriage with her gaining me any business deals. Helen's father is well connected and what's more, she's stunning." "Laura is stunning too." He argued. "Even more stunning if I'm being honest. Helen just looks like hundreds of other rich, spoiled girls." I shot him a warning look and he raised his hand in surrender. I didn't like hearing him say that Laura was stunning. It felt like he had been looking at my wife and I didn't like it. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that about Helen." It suddenly struck me that I had been more pissed about him saying my wife was beautiful than saying the woman I was about to marry was a rich, spoiled girl. What did that mean for my pending marriage? I pushed the thought away, focusing on packing up my things to go home. "Look, it doesn't matt
LAURA’S POVI took the first flight I found out of Chicago. The flight was bound for Las Vegas and luckily, there was one unbooked seat for it. I immediately paid for it with the last of my money. I suddenly regretted not making my own money during my marriage. I wouldn't have been stranded now if I had been smart enough to get a job or something. I had had stars in my eyes and had thought Antonio and I would last forever. He was a wealthy man, the kind of wealth that he could retire today and still have enough money to ensure up to his fourth generation never had to lift their fingers to work. When I'd recently met him, I had been terrified by his obvious wealth. I'd had to get used to just being able to get whatever I wanted. I didn't have wishlists anymore, because as soon as something caught my eye, Antonio had gotten it for me. It was a mistake I'd never make again in my life, allowing myself to become so consumed in a man that I didn't have my own money. That is, if I would ev
Laura’s POV “I am late for work, I'm going to get sacked,” I thought.I jumped out of bed as soon as my alarm beeped. It was so loud that I turned it off immediately. I checked the time and it was already 7:30 am. I quickly entered the bathroom. After taking my bath, I dressed in corporate attire; a well-ironed tailored black suit and pants with an off-white chiffon top inside. I put on wine-colored heels because I didn't want to go out all black, and that complimented my looks. I applied a little makeup just to complete my looks and at least look presentable. Satisfied, I grabbed my bag which contained my phone and other things I needed, and dashed out of the house to the bus stop. Cole had rented a well-furnished apartment for me after listening to my story that afternoon. He even helped me retrieve my stuff from the hotel where I lodged previously saying I didn't belong in such a place.I teared up as soon as I heard those words. I never thought anyone would be kind to me or
COLE’S POV SEVEN YEARS AGO It was 7 pm and I was bored, so I decided to go see my friend, Antonio, so that we could play some games and probably go out to chill later. Although I had called him several times, his number was not reachable. I was worried because we spoke on the phone earlier and now I couldn't reach him. Somehow, I felt something wasn't right. I made up my mind to go to his house to find out what could be wrong. His house was just five miles away. So, it was walkable from my house. In no time, I was already at his house. I strolled up the stairs. I noticed the sitting room door was not locked. I opened the door and entered. As I walked, I saw clothes scattered everywhere in the passageway; bras, boxers, shirts, etc. I got to his room door and came to a halt as the sound of moans filled the atmosphere. It was a feminine voice. “Omg! Fuck me harder baby. Go deeper baby." "Don't stop fucking me. Continue hitting me on the spot till I cum…" I heard it when I op
Laura’s POV “I am late for work, I'm going to get sacked,” I thought.I jumped out of bed as soon as my alarm beeped. It was so loud that I turned it off immediately. I checked the time and it was already 7:30 am. I quickly entered the bathroom. After taking my bath, I dressed in corporate attire; a well-ironed tailored black suit and pants with an off-white chiffon top inside. I put on wine-colored heels because I didn't want to go out all black, and that complimented my looks. I applied a little makeup just to complete my looks and at least look presentable. Satisfied, I grabbed my bag which contained my phone and other things I needed, and dashed out of the house to the bus stop. Cole had rented a well-furnished apartment for me after listening to my story that afternoon. He even helped me retrieve my stuff from the hotel where I lodged previously saying I didn't belong in such a place.I teared up as soon as I heard those words. I never thought anyone would be kind to me or
LAURA’S POVI took the first flight I found out of Chicago. The flight was bound for Las Vegas and luckily, there was one unbooked seat for it. I immediately paid for it with the last of my money. I suddenly regretted not making my own money during my marriage. I wouldn't have been stranded now if I had been smart enough to get a job or something. I had had stars in my eyes and had thought Antonio and I would last forever. He was a wealthy man, the kind of wealth that he could retire today and still have enough money to ensure up to his fourth generation never had to lift their fingers to work. When I'd recently met him, I had been terrified by his obvious wealth. I'd had to get used to just being able to get whatever I wanted. I didn't have wishlists anymore, because as soon as something caught my eye, Antonio had gotten it for me. It was a mistake I'd never make again in my life, allowing myself to become so consumed in a man that I didn't have my own money. That is, if I would ev
ANTONIO’S POV"I really think you should reconsider this whole divorce thing." Zayn, my best friend said to me. I scoffed. "Laura is worthless to me. She can't give me a child and neither is my marriage with her gaining me any business deals. Helen's father is well connected and what's more, she's stunning." "Laura is stunning too." He argued. "Even more stunning if I'm being honest. Helen just looks like hundreds of other rich, spoiled girls." I shot him a warning look and he raised his hand in surrender. I didn't like hearing him say that Laura was stunning. It felt like he had been looking at my wife and I didn't like it. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that about Helen." It suddenly struck me that I had been more pissed about him saying my wife was beautiful than saying the woman I was about to marry was a rich, spoiled girl. What did that mean for my pending marriage? I pushed the thought away, focusing on packing up my things to go home. "Look, it doesn't matt
LAURA'S POVThe Uber finally pulled over in front of my parents' house. I stepped out of the vehicle and the driver helped me get my luggage out of the trunk and up to my parents' doorstep. I tipped him for his services and he drove off. I took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell, my heart pounding in my chest. My family had never been in support of my marriage to Antonio and now they were going to tell me they told me so at this outcome. I was embarrassed, but I had nowhere else to go. I didn't have any friends in the city and all the friends I had made during my marriage would surely take my husband... no... ex-husband's side. "Go get the door, Mira." I heard my father call out. A moment later, the door swung open, revealing a very familiar face. I smiled nervously. "Hey, ma."The green eyes I had inherited from her narrowed at me, displeasure etched on her face. "What are you doing here?" I swallowed. "I don't have anywhere else to go. I just need a place to stay for a fe
LAURA'S POVThe very next day, I was lost in thoughts of how to convince my husband to join me for some couple therapy sessions. I had spent the whole day scrolling through the internet, searching for a nearby couple's therapist that was highly recommended. I was distracted by my thoughts while cleaning when the front door opened, revealing a stunning blonde. We stared at each other wordlessly, me in confusion and her in derision. "Who-" Antonio suddenly stepped in after her, his hands encircling her waist. I stared between both of them in horror. What was going on? "Antonio, you're back." I tried to smile at him even though a sick feeling had suddenly begun in the pit of my stomach. I just knew that the woman's presence spelled disaster. She was tall, with big, blue eyes and a well made up face. She had on a fitted white suit with sky high heels. She was beautiful and classy while I was in an old T shirt and shorts, cleaning. I felt embarrassed at her seeing me like this. Why hadn
LAURA'S POVI was wiping down the windows when I heard the oven beep. I immediately abandoned the rag in favor of hurrying to the kitchen and rescuing the lasagna from the oven. The smell of well cooked lasagna filled the house as I pulled out the tray and dropped it on the kitchen counter to cool. It was one of Antonio's favorite meals and I knew he'd be pleased to get back from work to a hot meal and a sparkling house. There was nothing I enjoyed more than taking care of my husband, but if I was being honest, all my efforts these days were for the sole aim of appeasing my husband. Our once joyous union was now filled with so much cruelty and derision. I hated to admit it, but Antonio had changed overnight and I was now remembering all my family's warnings at the beginning and if maybe I should have needed them. I pushed the dark thought out of my mind. I loved Antonio and I knew that we could work through whatever had broken between us. Love could fix anything. It may have sounde