EMMA.I ran immediately to his side. His lips were white, and his eyes closed.“God,” I muttered, trying to check if he was alive.I placed a finger under his nose, and luckily, I felt warmth on it.He was breathing, but his chest was still. His blood pressure had to be low.I looked around, trying to find a way to help when I sighted something beside him. There was a tray, and in it, there was a white substance.I looked at his lips again. They were extremely white, and so was his nose.“Fuck,” I muttered, dropping the pan on the floor.Now, I couldn't take him to the hospital because he had too much of a good reputation to be seen in such a state.I picked up his phone, searching for an emergency number. There was only one. Adrian. I knew that was his elder brother, but his brother was all the way in a other country. How would he be able to help?I looked at Samuel, and seeing that he was knocked out, decided to take a chance.The line rang for a few seconds, before he picked up.“H
EMMA.I looked between both men. Paul's eyes squinted, and Samuel had a snarl on his face.“Leave.” He repeated,I expected Paul to rebut or try to explain himself, but he didn't. He walked out.I turned to face Samuel. I wanted to ask about Paul, but he was not strong enough to walk. There was a lesser chance triggering him would help. If he wanted Paul gone, then so be it.“Fuck,” Samuel sputtered, laying back.“How are you feeling?”“Much better. Just hungry.”“Stay here. I'll get something for you.” I got up from the chair.“Babe, please help me lock the entrance door. I don't want anyone coming into the house.”“Sure thing,”I ensured that was the first thing I did. After that, I scooped out some of the food I had seen in the kitchen.When I returned, his eyes were wide open and he was staring at the ceiling.I tapped him, handing the plate over.I watched as he ate like a boar. I had seen him eat on a few occasions, but never had I seen him consume so much and so fast.“Does th
ISABELLA “I didn't want the divorce, your son did.” “You filed for it,” my father-in-law persisted.I groaned, covering my face. He didn't get it. No one was getting it.“He's torturing me in that marriage. I can't keep up anymore.”His mother moved towards me, “Alex can be a tough child at times. Hd was one of our hardest, but that's why you're a woman. You're meant to build him.”I glared at her, “I'm not teaching a grown man how to act his age.”She sighed, “you don't get it. This generation has changed a lot of things from what they used to be.”I wanted to shove her off, but I was sensible enough to know she still deserved some level of respect.“You both should try talking to him. He's not looking at me, or anyone else.” I told them.I didn't want this marriage, but I had known what I signed up for when I filed my name on those papers years ago.“He's on his way here,” Alex's father replied.I was surprised to find out they had actually gotten Alex to return home. I had been t
ISABELLA.I had no idea what Alex's parents had said to him, but at exactly nine pm, he returned home. I had just finished washing the dishes when he got home. I had no workers around.I stood still as he walked through the door. He paused and I noticed the large distance between us. None of us tried to break it.He sighed, “Do you want to have dinner with me?” He asked,Did I have a choice?I nodded. If his parents had convinced or coerced him into this, I was sure they expected me to equally participate in it.“Please get dressed, we'll be out in ten minutes.”I nodded again. I couldn't trust myself to actually form a reply. If I did, I would most likely end up in tears.I sighed.He walked into his room. I decided to change my clothes.I sighed, as I chose an outfit. An event that used to be more than exciting had soon become a chore. I didn't want a chore. I wanted to be gone.I looked at the room. When I had left I was all too confident I would never return here. Now, look where
ISABELLAI had expected him to try throwing a tantrum or gaslighting, just as he had always done, but he didn't say anything. He chewed on his food, ensuring we never exchanged eye contact or touched.“I brought you here for a reason,” he said,I waited for him to continue.Seeing that I had nothing to say to that, he continued, “we need to come up with a way that our marriage can work.”“I think we've gone far past that level,” I admitted. “This sham of a marriage can never be fixed, and it's not my fault.”“I never said any of this was your fault.”“Good.”“Can you calm down so we can settle this?”I waited for him to pitch his not-so-brilliant idea.“I am proposing an open marriage.”My lashes flicked hard. “What did you say?”“We need to try an open marriage.” He repeated, “we both know that I can't be in a committed marriage with you.”“Because of her,”“Yes.” He agreed. “Emma will always be in the picture. As long as she is alive, I can't love another person.”Hm. So, Emma being
EMMA.A day had gone by, and Samuel's health had speedily improved. He was moving around the house, acting seemingly normal.As I watched him whisk the egg, I couldn't help but notice how different he seemed. It was easier to understand him now that he could be free with me.He had said his addiction was his greatest secret, and I hoped so. It did seem so. He no longer walked around with so much caution.He hadn't touched his pills, nor had he mentioned it. I wanted to suggest throwing it away, but I knew he could easily get new ones, and that would cost more money. It was better and safer to teach him abstinence from drugs even when he was surrounded by them.He poured the eggs into a plate, setting it next to the waffles.I poured him a cup of coffee. Kristina was yet to call, and I hadn't spoken to my mother yet. I couldn't risk knowing if she was mad at me. I would lose it.“Hey, have you spoken to your mum yet?” Samuel asked,It was as though he could read my mind. I shook my hea
EMMAAfter much delay, Samuel had booked flights for us. At first, he wasn't sure if he wanted us to arrive a day before or on the actual thanksgiving. Eventually, we had agreed to come a day before. I couldn't lie, I was nervous about visiting New York after the experience and legacy I had there.I had spent the last two days with my mother, and we had gone over everything. To my surprise, she was calm and cool with the way things were going. Personally, things were moving at a faster speed than I had expected, but it was alright. At least, he wasn't someone's husband.“Are you ready?” Samuel asked,“Yeah,” I replied, pushing back up. I brought out the handle, and pushed it behind him. He would have offered to help, but both his hands were already filled with bags.When Samuel had told me about this dinner, I had expected it to be a day or two, not a week! Anyway, he had said it would be fun, and I didn't want to doubt him. If I had agreed to stay, I would survive it.We got into the
EMMA Hours had gone by, and it was finally time for dinner. Samuel and I had been in his room, trying to set up when we heard a knock on the door. The helper informed us that dinner would be served in thirty minutes.“Why are they informing us thirty minutes before time?” I asked Samuel,“That's just how it is. It gives us time to prepare. This means they're done cooking but they need time to dish”I didn't say anything to that. I didn't know what to reply. I knew Samuel loved his family, and rightfully so, but I wasn't comfortable living in someone's house. It was different when we were alone in his house.What if his parents asked how long we had been dating? What would we say? Three months. He was Introducing me to his parents, after dating for only three months. It made no sense.“Babe, it's time to change,” he said.I picked out the flowery dress I had chosen for the night. Samuel had planned to dress in slacks, and a simple t-shirt so I decided to wear something with the same
EMMAAs I approached Isabella, she eventually paused then turned around. I watched as she crossed her arms across her chest, “what do you want?” She asked ,with a sneer.“I want to talk,”She chuckled. “You want to talk. After years of ruining my marriage, you want us to talk? What do you want to talk about?” She spat,I pleaded an arm forward. “Please, just calm down. I have left Alex, haven't I?” She hissed, “We know you only left my husband because you found another site to dig your gold.” I sighed, “you have every right to be mad at me, and to have awful thoughts about me.” I continued, she only glared harder, “I just want you to know that I am sorry. I truly am. I have wronged you in many different ways-”“And you'll do it again.” She cut in.I sighed deeply, “no, I won't. I won't do it again, because I'm sorry. I have left Alex.”“Oh, no no no. You can have him. Gone are the days when I wanted him. You can fucking have him. I'm done with him.”I sighed, “fine. For what it's wo
EMMA I stared at him in shock. He couldn't be serious, could he?“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.“I already knew.” He repeated,He had a sly smile on his lips. I was too stunned to speak. Could this be a dream? A crazy dream. I blinked twice.How could my mother tell him, and not tell me.He saw the confusion on my face, and began to speak, “I know you're confused, but let me explain. Your mother and I already talked about you before you arrived at manhattan.” He explained, “she always complained about you and Alex and how she wished you would always leave him. When I met you at first, I didn't know you were her daughter, but as time passed, I found out.”“Why didn't you say anything?”“You said you weren't ready to talk about it and I didn't want to force you.”I don't know what to say, “I-I…if you knew, why did you still stay with me?”“I met, and studied you. I realized you were more than just a silly affair. Emma, your affair went viral, there's barely anyone who doesn't
ISABELLAI watched as Chris's face bent into a frown. I expected him to stand up to Alex, and claim his position, but either he was too chicken or just knew his place, so he stepped back. Alex stood before me, and I ensured I had anything but the slightest of smiles on my face.I watched as he skimmed me from head to toe. “You look…stunning,” he said,I couldn't remember the last time he had looked at me like that, or even looked at me at all.“Are we going to dance, or will you keep gawking at me?” I asked, raising a brow.He took a step back, “let's dance,” he said, stretching forth his hands. I took it, and followed him to the dance floor.The song chosen was a slow, and soulful one. We danced rhythmically, with his hands on my waist, and mine on his shoulders.I took a whiff of bus perfume, and my knees weakened. Alex never played with scent, and that was one of his most attractive attributes. The dance continued, and I silently searched for El through the crowds. It was hard t
ISABELLA A knock pounded on my door. I knew it could be no one else but him.“Come in,” I said, applying the final touches to my makeup. I knew he wasn't aware that I had changed my mind and would be attending.I listened as the door opened, and he stepped in.“You're coming,” he simply stated,“Yes.” I replied, dropping my lipstick. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, “do you have a problem with that?” I asked, facing him.“No,” he replied, but I could clearly hear the tension in his voice.“What? You don't like that I'll be able to see you stalking her?” I wanted to ask, but I suppressed it. Talking about Emma had gotten me nowhere. It was time to play fair.I picked up my bag. “Can we go now?” I asked,I watched as his eyes fell on my legs. My dress wasn't exactly short, but it held my curves accentuating my look. The dress had an open back, and thin arms, giving way for me to show off my toned skin. My hair was down to my shoulders, and I had red lipstick on.I watched as h
EMMA.The burial was done soon enough, and I wanted nothing more than to return home. New York just felt like the place where all bad things happened to me. I didn't want to return here.I silently remembered Kate and Faith. Both had been unable to make it for the burial, and although I wanted to be infuriated, I knew I couldn't blame them. Faith was in the last month of her trimester, and her husband had informed me she was due at any date. I couldn't risk her losing the baby due to a heart attack from such a news, so we kept it away from her.Kate on the other hand had relocated out of the country with her husband. I was wise enough to know the expenses for returning back were too much. She could repay her respects later on.God, how did we get separated so soon? I always thought we would all grow old together. I sighed. Truly, Kristina had left all she owned in my care, and I didn't know what to do with it. I wasn't sure I wanted to sell the house just yet, but I didn't know what
EMMAAfter days of trial and error, we had finally been able to get Kristina laid to rest. I had thought that by now, I would have left the denial stage, but that was a lie. I was still in denial as much as ever. My mind just couldn't grasp her not being alive and with me. It made no sense.I crossed my arms across my chest as the priest read from the bible. I looked around. Not even one of her family members had made an attempt at attending. Samuel had offered to invite his family to stand in, and luckily, they all did. I was eternally grateful for that.I looked around. The only person that wasn't seated was Samuel's mother. She had excused herself minutes ago.I sniffed, trying to push back the tears that had been formed in my eyes.What would happen to our dreams of growing old together? They were all just…gone! Just like that! Everything we had budgeted.Samuel held my hands tight. He hasn't known Kristina for the longest time, but even he knew how kind of a person she was. If o
EMMA.Okay. This resemblance was beyond extraordinary. I stared at her for a long time trying to decipher if I could spot any difference between her and Kristina. Finally, I closed my eyes.If I hadn't seen Kristina's body rotting on that floor, I would have been so confused she was the one.“Any problem, ma'am?” She asked,I shook my head.Samuel helped me place an order. I sat still, not knowing what to say or do.“Hey,” Samuel said, bowing his head to meet mine.Tears had piled up in my eyes. I wanted feedback from the cops. I wanted to know what had happened to my best friend. “Have you heard anything?” I asked,He picked up his phone, and scrolled through, “nothing yet,” he said, dropping his phone.I sighed. “They're not taking this seriously enough! They need to do better!” I screamed,He touched my back, “darling, I'll ensure that they work faster and put this at the top of their books.”“Thank you,” I thanked him.I was drained. “I want to go home. I'm tired.” I said,and by
EMMA Zara had retained her dorm from last semester. It was a Saturday, and I knew she had no class. I hadn't been good enough of an elder sister to know if she had a job. I sighed. I really needed to change. There was a lot of things I had slacked on.“I'll be out in a few minutes,” I said to Samuel,“Take your time. I'll be working from here.” He replied, bringing out his tablet.I walked out of the car, and headed into her hostel. They were girls everywhere. I looked around, trying to see if I could recognize anyone. My eyes were clouded with tears.“Block C1 room 5,” the words rang in my head, as I continued walking. I looked at the doors trying to determine what block I was on. I silently hoped the room number I had memorized was accurate.After a few minutes of walking, I finally arrived at the said room. I could hear some voices from inside. It sounded like the tv was on. I knocked.“Come in,” Zara's voice replied.I pushed the door open, and she screamed as soon as she saw me.
EMMAI couldn't move. I blinked, but I couldn't move. Samuel dropped the phone on the table, and turned to face me.I opened my mouth to speak, but words wouldn't leave them.“I-”Jesus Christ. He wrapped his arms around me. I still didn't move. My eyes were fixated on it. I couldn't see anything else.Samuel's hand crawled up my head, and he touched my head gently. “I need to move closer,” I said, still in a state of doubt. He moved out of the way, giving me the space I needed. Although, I could see what was before me, I felt like I needed to move closer.This had to be some sort of prank. This couldn't be true.I bent down, and although the stench grew stronger, I ignored it.“She can't be dead,” I whispered.I wanted to feel the tears crawling up my eyes, but I didn't. They refused to fall.“She can't be dead,” I repeated, “she can't be dead and decaying!” I screamed. “No! Kristina is not dead! She can't die! She wouldn't do this to me! She can't do this to me! We are in this l