EMMA. I dabbed the mascara gently on my eyes as soon as I was done wiping the smeared one off. It had taken me ten minutes to clear up the tears in my eyes, and after that, I realized I needed to reapply everything. Luckily, Anna was so efficient that she had saved her number on my phone. I texted her asking for my bag, and within minutes she had arrived with it.I knew the rumors had gone around, and she had questions, but she was wise enough to keep silent.I sighed as I looked in the mirror. How did I end up here? Barely a few years ago, when I had started my job at this same company, I knew I would climb to the board of chiefs, but never did I think I would get here with so much hate. I should have just resigned when I had the chance. My neck craned slightly as I heard the door open. A woman in her mid thirties walked in. She scoffed as she walked by. I sighed as soon as she pushed open one of the stalls. Everytime the door opened, I would be gripped by the fear of Alex w
EMMA Weekends had to be my favorite aspect of the entire year. Those moments when you were free to breathe, and just exist. No deadlines whatsoever, no expectations. Just being a normal human being. I tugged at the waistline of my joggers as I walked through the aisle. Currently, I was in search of some apples, but after that I would pick up potatoes. It had been a minute since I actually cooked. My recent promotion ate up most of my time, barely leaving me enough time to grab a bite, talk more about making a meal. “Do you need any help?” A sales girl asked as she walked up to me. I turned to her. “Not really,” I replied. She seemed to be new around, as every other worker knew who I was. I was a bit peculiar about the foods I bought, hence causing me to use much time in sorting. I sighed as I picked out the yogurt. Tomorrow, I would have to be at that dungeon facing Isabella and her crazy schemes. I wasn't prepared for it. As I walked up to the counter, I noticed
EMMAAlthough it was last minute, I had gotten a date for my Sunday evening. Originally, I had no intention of leaving the comfort of my home, but after much thought I realized the easiest way of pushing Alex off my mind would be to get another man in there. So,I opened up tind.er for the first time in weeks, and luckily there was a nice gent waiting to be responded to. I replied to his texts, and within minutes he had made reservations for us to hang out. Call it perfect timing but we were both free this weekend, and in need of a break from life.I applied red lipstick as I watched myself in the mirror. I decided to let my hair down today, and for the first time in weeks, I noticed how long it had gotten. I probably needed a haircut. This length wasn't exactly professional. As I stared at myself, I smiled broadly. The makeup had covered most of the dark circles, and heavy eye bags I had. I turned to the side, measuring the size of my waist through the mirror. My black, low slit d
EMMA.My jaw remained clenched as John inspected his car. I could tell he was panicking, and I understood why. If whoever Alex had sent to mess up the car had stolen a few items, it would have made more sense. We would have tagged it as a burglary. Now, I didn't even know what to call it.“This is messed up,” John said as he took a step backwards. “Anyone who did this really needs help,” I voiced out with more enthusiasm than I imagined.John turned to face me, obviously surprised. I'm sure he hadn't expected me to be so enraged over the situation. On a normal day, I would be worried rather than annoyed, but today, knowing who was behind it all, I just wanted to snap someone's neck.“I need to get you home,” he spoke, as he walked closer towards me. I massaged my arm with my left hand. It was getting chilly. John noticed that, and took off his coat. He wrapped it around me.“Let's book a cab for you,” he said as he led me into the street.“What about you?” I asked. I wasn't comforta
EMMA. I couldn't breathe. I touched my neck, trying to force the air down my lungs, but it wasn't moving. All eyes were fixed on me. I could see smug smiles on the faces of many, and a look of disdain on others.“She's such a loser!” I heard a woman whisper.I closed my eyes. “What more do you want from me?” Isabella asked. She had been ranting for what felt like forever. I wanted to run, I wanted to disintegrate, but I couldn't move. My lips quivered as she spoke.Soon enough, someone else stepped up.“That's enough, Mrs Blackwood.” I heard a male voice say. His voice was thick, and loud. He sounded aged. “This isn't professional, hand over the microphone.” He demanded.I stood, unable to speak. “Get out!” Isabella barked at him. He remained unfazed. I recognized him from the board of directors.“Hand over the microphone, or I'll have no other choice but to throw you out.” “You wouldn't dare!” She threatened.I saw how stern his eyes looked, and I could tell he was more than rea
ISABELLA.It was two minutes to midnight, and Alex was yet to return. I hissed as I took another glance at the clock. Why did I expect him to return on time? Most times he didn't even spend the night over.I crossed my legs, placing a pillow on my thighs as I recalled our last major fight. It was two months ago. Alex had returned barely past three am, and when I tried to confront him, I was ignored. I tried explaining that the public was getting wind of our marital issues. We no longer appeared as a couple in public, we no longer went out together. We were falling apart, and it was drastic. Blogs would soon be out for us. I didn't want to be the woman who couldn't keep her husband. Why wasn't he seeing my reasons? Despite all I had said, Alex was unmoved. “If they think there's something wrong with our marriage, then they're most likely right,” he replied.That night, I felt something snap in my chest. I recalled the first night I had found him in bed with that whore. I was shocke
EMMA.I walked into the office with my head held high. I knew everyone stared as I walked by. I was wearing a new suit. One that I bought for myself. I wanted everyone to know I could afford my clothes. The theory of me stealing Isabella's clothes was fake, and far fetched.“Good morning, Ms Martinez,” Anna greeted with a smile as I passed by her desk.I had purposely walked in late just so everyone could see me.“Morning, Anna. Any meetings scheduled today?” I asked, lingering outside the office. More people passed, and I watched as their eyes lingered. That was good.“I'll come in with your schedule, ma'am.” She replied. I could tell she was even more excited than I was.“Good. I'll be expecting you,” I replied.I strode into my office.I watched as Isabella watched me from her desk. I dropped my new handbag on the desk.Anna walked in immediately. “Did you see the look on everyone's faces?” She asked, her eyes glistened in excitement. “It's good they have something else to talk abo
EMMA.At about six-thirty, I heard my phone ring. I picked it up to find out Faith was calling. This would be the first time I was speaking to her since the wedding. I answered the call immediately.“Hey, babes!” her vivacious voice came through the phone in a squeal. I loved how she was always excited to speak to everyone.“Hey, darling. Or should I say Mrs Marcus?” I teased.“That's about right!” She replied with a smile. I placed the phone by a stack of books, revealing my upper half.She had the phone close to her face.“Where are you at?” “Guess,” I bit my lip. There was a possibility they had flown to a different country to round up the honeymoon. “Maldives?” I guessed. I could see a bikini strap on her shoulder.“Why would you think that?” She asked, with a grin.“You're wearing a bikini,” I pointed out.“Oh, that. I just went for a quick swim in the pool” she replied. Her moist hair was plastered on her forehead.“Where are you then?”I watched as she pulled the phone backwa
EMMA It was morning. I looked ones a the clock. Eight am to be precise. I turned to find Samuel laying on the bed. He seemed to be fast asleep, as his boys wasn't stiffened.I smiled as I looked at him. He looked so peaceful asleep.I cuddled up to him and he groaned as he pulled me closer.“You're awake,” I said,“Yes,” he mumbled. His eyes were still closed and I could barely feel my legs.“You do know it's morning, right?” I tried to inform him, “aren't you going to work?”“I am on a three days leave.” He replied.“Oh. You didn't strike me as the kind of person to take leaves from work,” “I actually don't. This is the first time I'm taking a leave this year. I usually take a two day leave once a year to visit my family. Now I'll be taking it twice.”“Because of me,” The guilt gripped me.He opened his eyes. “I know that tone. There's no need to feel guilty about it. I already needed the rest.”“You're saying that to make me feel better,”“Maybe, but I'd burn the world to make y
EMMA.My eyes slowly opened. I looked around to find the room still dimly lit. Samuel had pushed himself towards the edge of the bed so much that he was almost falling off.My brows fell as I watched him. I didn't want to inconvenience him too much. Moreover, I didn't want him that far away from me. I wasn't some bug or infection.I looked at his wall clock. It was almost three am.Silently, I rolled towards his side of the bed, and placed my arm over him.He jerked, but then I felt him steady.“Emma?” He called me in a groggy tone.“Mhmm..”I replied. I wasn't in the mood to talk.“Are you okay?” He asked, not moving.For some reason, he was as stiff as a board.“I am. Are you okay?” “Yes.” His reply was short.“Please turn around,”He didn't move. He was still laying stiff.“Samuel,”“Mhm?” He replied,I sat up on the bed. “Face me.”He didn't move nor reply. I pushed him to face me, and what I saw had my jaw to the floor.I looked at his face and he had shame written all over it.
EMMA “You don't deserve a second chance. What you deserved is to be roasted like a fucking cow,”His jaw opened, and I watched him stand in shock. Anger boiled within me. I wanted to throw him through that bridge, and into the water. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted him to feel as much pain as I felt.“Alex, I want you to leave manhattan. I don't want to ever see you here. Return home to your wife or whoever the fuck you love enough.”“I love you,” he whispered,“Spare me that crap. We both know it's a lie.”“Emma, I am serious. I love you. If I didn't, would I be here, trying to win you back.”“Why did you lose me in the first place? Why did you try to replace me? Why didn’t you defend me? Why did you leave me to die?”“Emma, listen to me. I wronged you, and I accept that. I betrayed and disappointed you. I wasn't the man I should have been, but I am sorry. I am extremely sorry.”“I don't want your apology.”“What did you want then? Tell me. I promise to give it to you.”“I want to le
EMMA.I slid the green icon right. I knew I shouldn't have, but I did it.With a heart filled with guilt, I pulled the phone towards my ear.“Hello,” I said into the phone,I heard him breathe a sigh of relief. “How are you?” He asked,“Meet me at the funside park. By the bridge. 9pm.” I replied immediately.I didn't have time to chat. I ended the call immediately and dropped the phone on my bed. I wanted to leave it by. That way, there was absolutely no way anyone could reach out to me.With that, I walked out of the house without informing anyone of my location. I needed some time alone.It was just evening, and I had no idea what I would do until that time, but I just knew I didn't want to face Samuel. I couldn't risk hurting him one more time. I sighed.9pm.I endeavored to be at least ten minutes to the bridge. I wanted Alex to know what it felt like to wait on someone forever. I wanted him to feel the same anxiety and pain that I had felt in all these years with him.As I appr
EMMAWhat to wear when your boyfriend wants to introduce you to his friends, and possibly their girlfriends too?I sighed, sitting on the bed. I had packed up most of my clothings, and getting ready for this date meant I had to unpack almost everything. I bit my lower lip, trying to think of what to do next.I walked off the bed, and out of the room. I had been packing for hours, there was no way I would mess it all up right now. “Emma,” I heard my mother's voice call me,I turned around to find her stepping in through the backdoor. She had three grocery bags in hand, and I offered to help.“Thank you,” she appreciated me as I dropped the bags on the counter. I looked through the backdoor. It would probably be the last time I saw it. As much as I loved my family, I prioritized my private space. I would visit, but surely not for long hours. “I'm waiting for the moving company to come help me move my things,” I informed her.Her eyes widened. “I didn't think you'd be leaving so soon,”
ISABELLA“What's wrong?” I asked, into the phone.I heard more panting, and heavy breathing, but no reply.“John! What's wrong?”“You need to come over,” he said,“Where are you?”There was no response.“Are you at home?” I asked,“Yeah,” his voice came out in a hollow whisper,“I'm on the way.” I walked towards my shelf, and picked up my car key.Quietly, not locking the door, I walked out.Ross would have to choose between watching over my house, or me. I didn't give a single flying fuck.I stepped into my car, and got the car to start. In no time, I set out for the road.As I drove down to his residence, I occasionally looked around, taking in the environment. Ever since the divorce proceedings had started, John and his boss had advised that it was wise for me to stay low-key until Alex returned. —I stepped down from my car, after parking at the perfect spot. I knew Ross could see me from wherever he was, but I didn't care. Moreover, it was good to have an extra eye when necessar
ISABELLA.The dial tone clicked.I stood in my room, confused. I obviously didn't want to open the door for him, but I had to.If he was honest, and did all those things he said he did for me, then there was no need to be scared. Was there any need?I huffed, trying to calm my nerves.I had to come up with a better plan. I was an intelligent woman, and I would know how to navigate this.I walked to my closet, picking out a set of fresh, clean clothes.As I picked out my joggers, my eyes sighted the perfect weapon at that moment.I picked the dagger up. Three years ago, I had gotten it from one of my trips to Egypt. Silently, I placed it at the back of my pockets. I walked out to the entrance of the house. The windy aura of the environment welcomed me into the night. I looked at the time. 9:59 pm.I had 911 on the speed dial.“I'm outside!” I shouted, trying to get his attention.How did I go from fighting for a divorce to dealing with a murderer?“I know,” he answered,I felt goo
ISABELLAChrist. I never knew heartbreak could hurt this bad. My chest was heavy, my eyes were watery and as much as I didn't want to admit it, I was hurt.I sniffed, trying to cool myself. This shouldn't hurt. I shouldn't be hurt. I picked up a wipe, trying to clean the makeup off my face. My media team had somehow managed to get the people convinced that I was the one who had asked for a divorce, and over a thousand and one people were behind me. They all supported that I left Alex because of his cheating scandal. If only they knew…Now, a number of people were on our tails. Distant friends were calling, and offering help, “trying to see if they could help us reconcile”. If only they knew how bad our marriage had been destroyed. It was beyond reconciliation.Worst part was, the media was on our heels. Someone had discovered that Alex was in the same town with Emma. Of course, rumors were already out, claiming that they had returned together. As no pictures had been posted by blogs
EMMA “Hello,” Kristina's voice rang through the room.“Hey, what's up?” I asked, picking up my last pair of jeans, and dramatically folding them. I was trying as hard as I could to avoid packing by myself.“I'm good. Are you fine?” She asked,“I am. Is there any reason I shouldn't be fine?” I asked, confused.I knew what her reply would be already.“I'm just checking in to ensure the interview didn't weigh you down,” she said,Ever since the day Alex interrupted my interview, I had refused talking about it to anyone. Yesterday, I had mustered up the courage to actually talk about it, and Kristina got herself worried. I wasn't sad, because my hopes for that job weren't at its highest.“ I'm actually good. Most people don't get a job on their first try.”“You're right,” she agreed.“Yeah, so what's up with you?” I asked, referring to her makeup.“I'm actually preparing for a dinner date with a few clients.”“Dinner date with clients? Why not lunch?” “We've all been occupied with wo