ISABELLA Slowly, my eyelids pushed open. I looked around, noticing that Alex and I had somehow ended up falling asleep on the balcony. We were laying on a spread chair, and I was on him.I wiped my eyes gently, clearing my view. How had we ended up here?I remembered us talking, and then I said a lot of things that had been needed. He said the things on his mind too. We eventually cuddled, and fell asleep.I remained in the same position. I could hear his heart beating gently.I loved the way we were. Just silence and peace. We hadn't even had sex in over a week but I felt this was the closest we had been.I heard him grunt, and shuffle, so I lifted my weight off him.He opened his eyes gently.“You're awake,” I said to him.As I watched his lashes move repeatedly, my heart swell with joy. Was this what it felt like to be in love?He grinned gently as he saw my face. “Good morning,” he greeted.He reached out, touching my face.“You look so pretty today,” I grinned at his complimen
EMMA.Kristy drove swiftly through the roads, with cool music playing in the background.We had driven off the part of town with numerous buildings, and we were currently passing through a number of line trees. I watched how beautiful nature could be.The silence and soft waves coming from the trees. It was beautiful to see.“How are you feeling?” Kristy asked, pulling my attention.I turned to face her, “I'm good. How about you?”“I'm alright.” She replied, with a deep heave.“Do you want to switch?” I asked,I knew I would eventually have to take the wheel for a while, but I didn't think it would be so soon.“No. It would just be helpful to have someone to talk to.”“Oh-” I sat up straight, “what's up?”“I'm just curious about your plans. I wasn't eavesdropping or anything, but Laura mentioned the possibility of you not returning. I thought this was just a short visit to see your sister. Are you really leaving us?”I took a deep breath, “I honestly don't know how it'll play out for
EMMA.I stared into the empty space, watching the grass filled lawn. Kristy looked around, carefully taking in the arena.All the vibe , soft joy, and excitement had faded, and now it was time for business.I took a deep breath. The entire street was silent. I repeated that again. If anything were to happen, everyone in the neighborhood would know.Our voices would be loud.I shut my eyes, recalling how my mother used to slam pans as she shouted at us.The neighbors would come out, listening as she threatened to cut us off, and send us into the streets if we didn't behave.Why didn't Zara remember that?I clearly did. I recalled how a neighbor approached us, asking why we always defended our mother whenever the cops came to save us, and we would recite what she taught us, “she is our mother. We cannot survive without our mother.”Bullshit. Our mother had been ready to choose a man over us. Our mother threw tantrums because the man she wanted didn't want her in return.Our mother wa
EMMAI watched as my-our mother rather- walked them towards the stairs, and watched as they climbed up.“Walk careful, darlings.” She said to them,She had never cared for me or Zara like that. We were always pains in her spine.She turned to face me, and for the first time, I noticed how much she had aged.Her eyes had wrinkles all over them, and her lips were thinned. She was older, but seemed lighter.The dark aura I had grown to know had dissipated.She sat on the chair opposite ours.We watched each other in silence. Me, in anger, and her in…I couldn't tell what emotion it was.How dare she treat them like actual children after what she had done to us?I knew there was no way those children were biologically hers, but she treated them better than she treated us. Weren't we deserving of her love, and attention?“It's been years,” she finally spoke up, breaking up my spiral.“It has,” I replied matter of fact.“How have you been?”“been good.” I replied.I didn't want to start up
EMMA.We both walked out of the house. I left my head hanging low, I didn't want Kristy seeing me so teary.“I'll drive,” she offered, taking the keys from my hand. I didn't resist it.I didn't think I would be fit to be behind the wheel.I sat into the shotgun seat of the car, still keeping my head low. There were so many reasons tears kept pouring from my eyes, but I couldn't focus on one.I sniffed hard, as Kirsty got in.I wiped my eyes, looking up to meet the pitiful look on her face.“Are you good?” She asked,I nodded.“We need to find where we can lay our heads tonight,” I said to her, looking at the road.“Where do you suggest?”“I don't know anywhere here. It's so foreign, and different.” I replied,“I'll just look up some places,”I remained seated as she scrolled through her phone.“Okay, there's one a few streets from here. We'll check it out,”That was fine by me.“Or would you prefer somewhere far from your home?”“No, it's cool.” I replied,She turned on the car, and
EMMA.“So, you're worried there's a chance someone will recognize you?” Kristy asked,“Of course. It'll be a shame.”“No it won't.”“Do you know what you're saying? If someone recognizes me as the girl from Alexander's scandal, they will label me a slut and home wrecker. I would be doomed.”“No one will recognize you. The media focuses on too many people at once. By now, they're already looking at other celebrity scandals.”“You have a point though,” I agreed, taking a seat.We looked around, watching other booths. They were filled with different people, each having casual conversations.“Everyone looks so normal,” Kristy stated out.I turned to face her with a smile, “I was thinking the exact same thing!” She grinned. “No extra dinner dresses, not really any heavy makeup. Everyone just looks casual, and normal. It's beautiful.”“Indeed, it is.” I agreed.A waiter approached us with a menu in hand. “Welcome ladies,” he greeted us with a broad smile,Kristy sheepishly smiled back, a
EMMA.Soon enough, our food arrived and Kristina was brave enough to ask the waiter for his number.First, he had smiled politely as he rejected the offer.I wasn't the least bit surprised. I knew it had to be against some sort of rule for them to give out their numbers or identities. There would be compromise.“He'll be back,” Kristy said as he walked out.I chuckled silently as I dug into my meal. It was truly amazing how much she believed in her beauty and energy.Of course, a lot of good looking people knew what they were but hers was divine. It was lovely.Hours later, we had somehow finished all our meals and were ready to leave. Luckily, Kevin returned to pick up the bill.She paid, and he handed us a receipt.As he walked away, I watched Kristina smile into the receipt.“Why are you smiling?”“Nothing,” she replied, tucking the paper into her jeans.“Kristina!” I exclaimed in a low tone,“I told you he'll be back.”“Girl…”She pursed her lips, smiling broadly.“Girl, you're go
EMMA.The soft, slow, yet strong push of the wind, moved me gently towards the water.My eyes were still closed as I heard, and felt the splash.I closed my eyes refusing to give into the kick of opening my eyes.Soon enough, I felt the water flow into my nose, and that was when I got back to my senses.I flapped my hands in the water, trying to find a way to stay atop but the pull of the water kept trying to pull me in. The water which had seemed calm was suddenly ready to swallow me. I grew on alert immediately.I opened my mouth, trying to get some air, but salty water flowed right in.Right there, fear set in. I flapped repeatedly, trying to stay above.I didn't want to die. What was I thinking?Why did I jump?Why did I take that step?Tears built up in my eyes as I tried my best to stay above the water.“I don't want to die,” I kept repeating to myself. I really didn't want to die.I looked around, trying to find a way out, but I was lost. I was in a large lake, and no one would
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
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
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
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
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 stood in silence. How would I say it to him? He probably already knew.I searched his eyes to find any clue that he knew what I was about to say, but it was hard to tell his emotions.“I don't know how to say it,” I confessedHe kissed my forehead. “Let's have breakfast, and you can decide if you really want to tell me.”How could he be so calm about all this? I didn't want to argue so I walked out of the room beside him.We arrived at his kitchen and he pulled out a stool for me to sit.“What do you want to eat?” He asked,I shrugged, “anything.”He dropped the pan, focusing on me. “What do you want to eat, Emma?”I grew confused. “Scrambled eggs and maybe pancakes.”“Good,”I watched as he set out to work. I chewed on my finger, wondering how he could be so calm. I sighed.“Take some tea,” he said, handing it over to me.It was chamomile tea. “Thank you,” I appreciated.“So,” he started, taking a seat, “I opened an Instagram account today,” his grin was genuine.“why?” I
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