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
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.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 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's POV.It was a night out with the girls. Specifically,we were four in number,and gladly,we were here to celebrate Kristy's engagement. “I cannot believe he actually proposed!” Kristy gushed as she pulled out her fingers,flaunting her diamond ring. I smiled,glad at the atmosphere. Kristy pushed back her blonde hair as she grinned even harder. “Girl,I am proud of you!” Faith supported with a hug. I watched as she wrapped her arms around Kristy who cringed. Everyone knew she was not the touchy type. Faith had gotten engaged two months ago,and we were only a week from her wedding-I was still yet to get a plus one for the wedding. “We have two single ladies left!” Faith giggled as she stood between Katy and I. She wrapped her arms around us,I shrugged her off. Katy was already in a serious relationship,two baecations and all,but here I was,with a terrible dating reputation,and a haunting past. “Mark will propose anytime soon. I'm sure of th
EMMA'S POVAs soon as I confirmed that the door was open,I quietly dropped my bag on the floor.I took a glance at my wristwatch and realized it was already eleven minutes past one am. Everyone would most likely be asleep,seeing that I lived with married couples. I couldn't wake them crying because I thought a burger had broken in. What if I had by some chance forgotten to lock the door? Although it was hard to believe,there was a possibility… I picked up both my heels,and I held them,hoping to use them as a weapon. I tiptoed in quietly,as I pushed the door further. The light was turned off,and the entire room was pitch black. I walked towards the switch,with my heart in my hands. Surely,It would be harder for an intruder to attack in a bright spot.I touched the walls,until I came up to the switch. Quietly,I turned it on. I was facing the wall,still afraid to turn around. Honestly,I was too scared to find out who was in my sitting room. “Your home i
EMMA'S POV Was I still drunk? Was this a new version of a hangover? I really hoped I wasn't hallucinating? I reached out to feel the supposed girl's skin,and true to her word,she was human. If she was human,then that meant Alex had actually replaced me. He spent the night at my place,cuddling me,and the next day he fired me? There was no sense in that.I diverted my attention back to the young girl. She had a bright smile on her round face. “I am so grateful you let me take your spot.” She said in a way that was doting yet mature. I had to give it to her,she was definitely hot. An upgrade from me.Alex had made his statement. “I gave you my spot…” I said,repeating her words. “Didn't you?” She asked,corking her neck. I walked out,unsure of what to say. Why would Alex fire me? He knew everything about me. He knew how I depended on this work to survive. He knew that I had my sister's bills to pay. I had to get to the bottom of the issue.I walked
EMMA'S POV Weddings had to be one of the most stressful events,especially if they weren't yours. I dropped my heels at the side of the door,as I slipped into something comfortable. “Emma!” I heard Kristy call my name. I turned around to find her holding her dress in one hand while walking barefooted. “What's up?” I asked as I wiped the sweat off my face. “Has the cake arrived?” “There is no cake?!” I screamed,surprised. Why would there be no cake at a wedding? “You had no idea?” I shook my head. I had been so busy with getting the little bride to put on her costume that I had totally forgotten. “The caterer is not taking anyone's calls.”I groaned as I pressed my back on the wall. “Has she been paid?” “In full.” My eyes widened. Who the hell pays a baker in full? They were supposed to be paid the other half on delivery. “This is bad..” I acknowledged,and Kristy nodded. “What should we do?” “We need a back up cak
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