EMMA.I stood from the chair immediately. When last did I actually get my period?I touched my fingers, trying to make the calculations, but it fell off.I wiped my face with my hands. God, I couldn't be pregnant. I just couldn't. There couldn't be a worse time on earth for this to happen to me.No.I touched my chest, trying to calm down. I wasn't pregnant, because if I was…No.I couldn't be pregnant, and that was it. I didn't want to consider the possibility of Alex being a father to my child, or worse, Liam. It would be even more dramatic.I touched my neck, closing my eyes. Liam was in fact the last man I had had sex with. But then, he used protection, I think. No, he definitely did. He had to be wiser than that.Heck, I could have been pregnant, even before the one night stand I had with him.I groaned hard, trying to push off everything. I had been so drunk that night, everything was fucking blur. I didn't even know how I approached him, and made those moves. Fuck, it was a mi
ISABELLA.To the best of my knowledge, Emma was out of town, and that was all I needed. With her gone, Alex was more focused, and making more money. His net worth had tremendously increased, making him top one in his career. He was the face of magazines, and blogs after successfully bagging one of the biggest contracts in the city. That was my man. My Alex.I touched my glass, watching as the liquid flowed within it.El was still busy narrating how her day went, but I couldn't get myself to focus. She was boring, and uninteresting.I wanted to talk about myself.I hissed when she mentioned her fiance-no, boyfriend- that had never treated her right.“And he even closed the door for me!” She exclaimed,I raised a brow. “That's the bare minimum. Any man is supposed to do that,” I said to her with all honesty,Her face bent into a frown, but then I watched as she shoved me off, and the light returned to her eyes,“Isa, you're not getting the point. He never used to be a gentleman, he's c
ISABELLA“Give me a minute,” I said to El quickly, so I could pick up the phone call.Taking a deep breath, I slid to the green button.“I thought you would never pick up,” his voice came out in a low tombre, followed by a silly, laugh.“What do you want, Michael?” I asked, trying to suppress the burning sensation in my chest. I wanted to reach through the phone, and strangle.“You look really pretty today,” he commented,I raised a brow,“Your brown skirt makes you look like the perfect definition of a good wife, and mother. If only that were true,”I looked through the glass, trying to find him, “where are you?” I asked,It was no surprise that the bastard was trailing me.“Oh, honey, don't bother about it. You'll never find me .”I hissed at his remark, mostly because it was true.“What do you want from me, Michael?” I asked, again.“I just called to say hi.”“You have never called to say hi. You want something.”“Isa darling, you always think so lowly of me,”“Get to the point, Mi
ISABELLATwo hours later, I was in bed with John, sweat dripping all over our skins. His lips gently pressed on my forehead. I smiled gently.“You're so beautiful,” he complimented for what felt like the thirtieth time,I grinned even harder, “thank you,”“I don't think you get told enough. Every woman needs to be told at least thirty times daily how beautiful she is,”I laughed hard at that, “no one can give thirty compliments in a day.”“Who says so? I definitely can,”“You can try,” “I already did.”I pushed myself off his chest, taking a clearook at his face.“You've given someone thirty compliments in a day?”“Not thirty compliments in a day. I've given compliments thirty times in a day, it could be repeated,”“Oh,” I paused, “so you've complimented one person thirty times in a day?”“I'm about to,”I grinned at that, “what do you mean?” I teased,“It's easy to figure out,” he teased back,“Hm,” I placed a finger on my chin, “I can't quite place my finger on it,”“Try harder, p
ISABELLA.How did I make such a mistake?I literally had the ball in my court, and I let it slide to him. “I gave you the perfect opportunity to know I was watching, but you were still reckless. Here I was, thinking my presence would make you a lot more careful, and this game would last longer, but you already grew too comfortable.”“Enough of the gloating, Michael.” I stopped him, “what do you want?”“Calm down, girl.” He mocked me with a disgusting laugh, “When I'm ready to make my demands, you will know about them,” he said.Immediately, he ended the call. I dropped the phone on the seat, still standing next to my car. I didn't want to get in, and drive, but I knew I couldn't spend much more time under the sun.I groaned hard, wiping my forehead. How did I make such a silly mistake?Ever since I had had that affair with Michael, and realized who he truly was, I had known to be overly careful about my moves because he was always looking for an opportunity to threaten, and blackmail
ISABELLAI ran downstairs as fast as I could.“You've actually moved in,” I said, almost breathless.He grinned at me, “of course, I have. Did you think I would lie to you?”I paused, “no… I just didn't think you would ever move back in.” I revealed,“You're my wife, aren't you?”“I am.”“I can't stay away from my wife forever,” he said, standing up from his seat.I stood still as he approached me, and took my hand in his. “We might have had some issues in the past, but we're still married, and I still love you. I can't stay away from the woman I love. It doesn't work that way,” he explained.His hands gently brushed my cheek. I smiled at him.“Thank you,” I said in a hushed tone,“Why are you thanking me? I am doing what every responsible husband should do,” he replied,I took in a deep breath, staring at his beautiful eyes. The way strands of hair fell on his forehead gave his face a distinct look.“I guess you're right,” I finally found the voice to agree.“Good girl. Now, it's tim
EMMA.About eight weeks had gone by since I left that dungeon, and I still had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. It felt like the weeks I spent there had quadrupled, and taken even more months or years because it felt like the system had cut me out. Everything was the same, but different. I couldn't explain it. Everything looked the same, but felt different. I no longer felt like a young woman in her prime. I felt like an ex convict, and although I knew I was not actually convicted, it didn't make me feel any better. I had spent months in there fighting for my life. My brain, and thinking patterns had been altered.I took a deep breath, staring at the blank television. I was still too lazy to approach the sockets, and maybe it was better this way. I hated the noise that came from the TV, knowing fully well that I wouldn't be able to focus even when it was turned on. I was already too bothered about stuff.I was still deep in thought when I heard the doorbell ring.I gently wal
EMMA.Laura arrived at four minutes after seven pm. I had just rounded up my third movie of the day. I had watched one, and was halfway through the second when the girls finally came. We talked for hours, and they finally left.I Ioved their presence, but them risking their spouses for me wasn't worth it. I wasn't comfortable knowing they were endangering their marriage.“I'm home,” Laura announced, as she walked in.“Welcome,” I replied, turning to face her.“Thank you,” she replied, pulling off her red bottoms. I watched as they both ended up on different sides of the room.If there was one thing I had grown to notice about Laura, it was how disorganized she was. No one was perfect-that I knew-but I had somehow concluded that she was. Aside that, she seemed to have her life I order. Moreover, it explained how she kept up with her social, and work life. Arranging her personal life wasn't needed at the top of the chart to me. She was on track.I watched as she dropped her handbag rec
EMMA.At about five pm, Samuel had texted, telling me I would get picked up by eight. That meant I had three hours to prepare. Kristina and I had already chosen the dress, shoes, and bag I would use so it wasn't that much work left, but I still panicked.I needed to get my hair, and make up right.We eventually started preparing by six pm. A girl needed her time to prepare right?I sat before the mirror as Kristina worked her magic with my hair. Luckily, Zara had some curlers around and we made judicious use of them.“This date will be amazing,” Kristina said, brushing my hair.“I hope so,” I replied, trying to ease the tension I felt in my chest.It had been a while since I went on a first date with anyone. What were the etiquettes? What would we talk about?For someone who had decided to dump the dating pool for a long while, it surely was too early for me to be rehearsing what to say on a first date. What would we even talk about? I couldn't think of one thing we had in common. Su
EMMA.I knew Kristina often worked out to tone her body, and maybe gain some strength, but I was beyond surprised when she lifted the heavy box off the floor, and headed into the living room.I stepped out of the way giving her all needed chance just so she could do what she wanted.She slammed the box on the floor, turning to face me.“It wasn't even that heavy,” she said, breathing heavily. Yeah…“It wasn't that heavy but you lifted it off the floor, and slammed it down like a two hundred and sixty five pounds man. Oh, and the delivery man himself refused to lift it because she thought it was ‘too heavy’”“Come on, you know I work out. I lift weights often. This is a breeze.”“I work out too, but you don't see me lifting things like superwoman.”.She laughed out, wiping her face.“There's absolutely no point in arguing over this. Samuel gave you a gift, and I helped you bring it in. The least you could do is appreciate me.”“Fine,” I agreed, “thank you.”*You're welcome.”“Now let'
EMMAOh well. The day I agreed to go on a date had arrived.I didn't inform Kristy, neither did I tell Zara. Not even my mother was aware.I sat on my bed, pondering on what to wear. I knew I should have told them what happened, but after yesterday's event, we all clocked out.Since then, I just couldn't come up with a way to tell them. Not that they would be annoyed or anything.I knew they would be excited for me. They loved me.Kristina on one hand would be over the moon. She had been waiting for this for a long time.But in my heart, I harbored some thoughts.Was it wise to start something with Samuel?What if it didn't work out? What would happen to his lovely relationship with my family? He knew them before me. I didn't want to get in the way of anything.If I ended up ruining their friendship, I would be pissed at myself forever. I couldn't even tell if I would recover from that.Then again came the question of time. Wasn't it too early to date? Did I want to fall in love jus
EMMA Well, it was safe to say this was the sweetest and most intentional thing any man had ever said to me.I was dumbfounded, and couldn't even come up with any concrete reply. “Emma,” he called my name.“Yes?” I croaked out.He seemed to be genuine. As I stared at him, I will ndered if his words were genuine? They could always be lies.I would be a fool to believe his lies.“Emma, I want to take the appropriate step. Can I take you out on a date tonight?”Tonight? I had nothing to wear. All the clothes I had brought were casuals, and it would be almost impossible to find an outfit that would work in less than six hours.“What's the time?” I asked,He pulled out his phone. “Six thirty three.” He answered.No. Definitely too late.“I don't think I can,” I replied, slowly. I just hoped he didn't get the wrong message. I did want to go on a date with him, but I was beyond unprepared.“Why?” He askedIf I asked for a dress for the date would I come out as entitled?I mean, he had alrea
EMMA.He turned around.“Are you sure about that? I can always come by later.” I closed off my phone, “I'm sure.” I replied.His smile was all too bright for his excitement to be hidden. It somehow made me excited too. He had this boyish glow in his eyes whenever he was excited.I walked up to him.As I approached him, I noticed his eyes following my chest.Little did I realize that I wasn't exactly clad. I had unbuttoned my shirt, and while I had covered up, the buttons were mixed up, giving him access to see my chest. He looked away immediately. What a gentleman. Well-behaved. He maintained eye contact with me, and in his eyes, I could see him battling not to look again.Something about that turned me on.“Please come back,” I said.I said out loud just because. It was good that I did. I wanted to choose someone who wasn't Alex, and I had done that. I verbally, outrightly chose someone who wasn't Alex.I had broken free away from his grasp. I was my own woman.I took a breath, l
EMMA.The first time I had made an attempt at calling Alexander Blackwood after his wife pleaded, he did not answer.I was immensely grateful for that. At least, I could say I tried.I mean, it would go down in record that I dialed his number, right?Yes, it would. I hadn't done anything wrong.I laid in bed, watching the ceiling, engrossed in thoughts.The day had gone all so well. Kristina and Samuel had gotten into a deep conversation about me, and I didn't want to be there while they analyzed my lifestyle.Well, two hours had gone by, and neither of them had come up to me.I looked out the window, only to find the entire family, and some friends in the backyard. They seemed to be having fun discussions, and eating together.Did anyone notice my absence?Did it matter?I was sure they were preoccupied with activities.I laid back.Looking at my screen, I stared at my wallpaper. There was a picture of me in sunglasses, and red lipstick. My smile was broad, and genuine. I was all too
Emma.“Hey, Emma. We need to talk,” Mrs. Blackwood's voice came out as soft and gentle, but it was enough to send a chill down my spine. I sucked in a deep breath and wondered if picking her call was a good idea. I hadn't thought it through before picking her call.“Mrs. Blackwood,” I replied, sounding a little apprehensive. “How may I help you?”I didn't need a mirror to know my face had turned pale. I could easily tell from the weird and worried look plastered on Samuel and Kristina's faces. Kristina mouthed the words, “Are you okay?”I shrugged.Mrs Blackwood let out an audible breath before continuing. “It's about my husband.”My mouth ran dry. I knew bullying Anna wasn't far from him, but talking his wife into speaking with me? I didn't think he'd go that low.“Firstly, my husband didn't send me to call you, if that's what you're thinking,’’ she continued.“Okay,” I whispered into the phone. I could feel my heartbeat pick up pace. If Alex had not coerced her into calling me, the
EMMA.“Well,” Samuel started his speech, still standing really close to me, “I would try to initiate a conversation to see if there's any remote chance we could have anything serious.”“And then?” Kristina urged,I knew what she was searching for, and judging by the kind of person Samuel seemed to be, he would play along, and that would ruin me.“After that, I would try to make a grand gesture for her. That is after she has given me a green light of course,”Did I, by any chance, give him a greenlight?“And what's the definition of a greenlight to you?” Kristina probed,“I don't think it's wise to disturb,” I tried to divert their attention, but Kristina was so focused on what she was trying to achieve.Knowing the kind of person she was, I let her be. If she wanted to prove, she better do it.Moreover she would be gone in three days, and after that, the only source of information she would have would be me. I would definitely make her suffer. It wasn't time yet.I just had to endure
EMMA.I didn't know how to react to that message. Well, it was obvious Samuel wasn't trying to hide his status, but what was he doing in such a small town? He was supposed to be with the top leagues.I had heard of the johnsons. Although I had never met or had any personal encounter with them, I had attended some of their parties. Of course, Alex had been invited to some of their parties, and when I worked as his assistant, I was an immediate invitee.I bit my lips gently. If I was wiser, I should have taken advantage of that opportunity.I should have made some friends, even at the least a few connections with some elites. They would have helped.I took a deep breath.“What is he doing here though? As a sheriff at that,” Kristina finally asked the questions in my heart,“We have no idea. Although some say his father is trying to build a brand here so he's kind of preparing the place for him.”“Hmm…” I took a breath, “so, he's brooding this place.”“Something of that sort,” my mothe