"Mommy, where is daddy?" Dennis asked as his mum tucked him in.Even though Abigail had told Marcel she could find another husband in a blink of an eye, she knew... she could not introduced a different man to the kids or Grandma again, it's just instantly impossible."He went on a trip, and he would be back in like two weeks time." Abigail replied as she tucking in the duvet."But daddy didn't tell us he would travel." Elise murmured frowning."That was because he had an urgent business he had to attend to. He did not really had time to tell you guys and he is sorry for that." "Can we call him then?" Maurice asked sitting up on her bed."No Maurice, your father might be busy with work. Besides you guys have to sleep early.... tomorrow is school and it's a Monday morning so I need the three of you to wake up very early, mama has to go to work.""But I would have really loved to talk to dad."Dennis pushed on, on behalf of his sisters also."Kids! Please go to bed, sleep!" Abigail screa
"How could you have carried out such a decision without thinking it through? Just when things were going great for you, you had a bar, and a fat bank account balance... money you would spend years working for and won't still be able to earn that money all at once and have it seat in your bank account. And even though you know this, you still decided to throw it all away.""Why brother?" Hailey knew she shouldn't be angry that her brother choose to end the contract, because she knew very well that he must have had a tangible reason. But the fact that she doesn't know how to come up with her Harvard school fees makes her want to be a little bit selfish."You would not understand, okay. Just drop it." Marcel replied her calmly focusing on the laptop he had in-front of him. He had to look for jobs, at least two jobs.. so he would be able to take care of his bills. "Then make me understand brother, why did you cut off something that was so good for us. You owned a freaking bar and it was
"So what are you going to do now, that you know Marcel didn't do anything wrong." Stephanie asked, her and Abigail was seated at the back seat of her car.. while Stephanie's driver took the wheel."I don't know." Abigail replied with a sigh, resting her head on the car seat. She felt so embarrassed by her earlier behavior. She should have let him explain when he wanted to do so, but she didn't let him speak. Now she could understand why he broke the contract marriage."What? You have to apologize? That is what you should do!" Stephanie said deadpan, staring at a friend with the *Are you serious? You don't know what to do?* look."I called him a glorified mannequin Stephanie, a glorified mannequin!" Abigail slaps her forehead. If she was Marcel... she would never accept any apologies coming from her."That's all the more reason why you have to go apologize to him." Stephanie pressed further."I will have to get myself prepared. First mentally, and emotionally.""You had better be fast
Abigail gazed into his eyes finding his blue eyes peculiar…. entranced by it. She had never been up close with a man before, this is a first. She knew if she moved her lips just a little bit forward, their lips would touch.. for some reason she wanted to know what it would be like to kiss him when she's not drunk. "Could you please get up, you are becoming too heavy." Marcel said breaking her chain of thoughts.Abigail let's out a series of cough, her cheeks as red as a tomato. "I'm so sorry." She mumbles getting off Marcel's body. Marcel scratched the back of his neck feeling so awkward, "It's fine.""We should.. uhm... go back to the sitting room." Abigail stuttered, she couldn't understand why she was having speech problems. She wasn't one to stutter, not even if there was a gun pointed at her head."Yeah, we should." Marcel concurred.The both of them walked towards the door and only ended up crashing into each other. "Ouch." Abigail cried out rubbing her forehead, a pout on
“I’m telling you Abigail, you have fallen deeply for Marcel.” Stephanie said to her friend throwing in a few chips in to her mouth.They were at a spa, getting a pedicure.. “Seriously, is that how you want to see everything I had just told you.” Abigail frowned at her friend already in regret. She shouldn’t have told her friend her innermost secrets and thoughts. “Ohh come on Abigail. Why do you think you was the cause of your sleepless night, huh? If you didn’t have any feelings for him you shouldn’t have been affected by his presence.” Stephanie argued.“I was just uncomfortable to have someone sleep next to me, okay. I’m so used to sleeping in that bed all by myself, having him there just changed the atmosphere.”“Yeah, to an atmosphere of love. Girl you are In love and denial is a rival in Egypt.” Abigail paid no heed to what her friend said, she knew very well in her heart that she had no feelings for Marcel, none whatsoever. “Aren’t you the woman that was with Hailey the othe
"What's going on here, why is she here?" Marcel asked trying to comprehend what was happening."I told Rachael the truth about our contract marriage." Abigail informed him, smiling so excitedly."You.. you.. you did what?" Marcel didn't know what to make of the news or how to react to it. Should he be happy that the woman he loves, now knows of the secret he has been hiding from her and there won't be a need for him to lie to her anymore.But he just couldn't understand what might had been going through his fake wife's head, when she made such decisions. "I just felt that I should reunite you two lovers. I felt this was a way for me to show my gratitude, for what you did for me with Mr Christopher." "Well.., I would leave the both of you to discuss. I'm sure you have a lot of catching up to do and months of longing stored up in your heart." Abigail winked at Marcel, said her goodbyes to Rachael and left."So.... When were you planning to tell me all about your contract marriage?" R
Abigail paced around her bedroom, she felt worried.. Marcel hadn't come back home yet. And she's definitely sure he told her he would be coming back home tonight. Her eyes drifted to the wall clock.. "11:45." The clock read, that late and he wasn't still back home."Why won't he call at least or should I call him?" She asked out loud sitting down on her bed, slapping her phone on her hand repeatedly. *He might have been met with some kind of accident and he is probably to injured to call me, so yeah... I will call him.* she thinks already making her mind up. She searched for his name on her call log, and found it. Abigail dialed Marcel's number, it rang for a while then stopped ringing. He did not pick up. "Why would he pick up. Wait!" She stood up abruptly.. shock clouding her facial expression, "Did he really get into an accident, is that why he is not picking?" She asked out loud going into panic mode. "Let's just try calling him one more time, there's no need to panic... yet."
Abigail sighed turning her pot of hot gumbo dip, it's been a week and Marcel still doesn't come home every night and most times he ends up spending an awfully full two days outside. The kids wouldn't stop complaining but they didn't make much noise about it like last time, cause this time they get to do video calls with him to their heart content.To the kids they felt it was work that's having their father's attention, but Abigail knew very well who had the attention. Racheal!Today it's a Saturday, she wondered if he would come back home today and at least spend some time with the kids. "Daddy!!!" Abigail heard the kids voice from the sitting room, she almost dropped the big spoon she was holding... and raced to the sitting room to welcome him. But she was able to calm herself down, she had to wait and not act like some high school kid who hasn't seen her lover in years. "Where's your mum?" She heard Marcel ask the kids, she blushed at that. Happy he asked of her the minute he c