Sara Owen and Gracie were sitting in the university garden after having lunch. “Sara.” They heard a familiar voice. Sara Owen froze. “Aunt.” She stood up in shock. “How are you, my child?” Natalie looked at her flushed face and swollen eyes. Gracie stood up. “I am fine, aunt. Why didn't you call me? I would have come...” Natalie held both her palms, “It’s okay, Sara. I am not troubled. I wanted to see you. So, I couldn’t stop coming here.” “I am sorry, Aunt. I couldn’t come to see you in the past few days.” “I was busy at weekends. I didn’t disturb you because of your classes.” “Please have a seat.” Natalie nodded and looked at Gracie. “How are you, Aunt?” Gracie smiled. “I am fine. God bless you, dear.” Natalie’s politeness always melted Gracie. They all sat down suppressing hesitation in their heart. “Sara, I… We didn’t know about what Ricky did.” Sara Owen lowered her head. “We came to know in the morning when your uncle was watching news. We are shocked. We ca
Ryan Jenkins held Gracie's shoulders and looked at her sincerely. "I am sorry." His voice was low. "You are sorry? He cheated on my friend and you're just saying sorry?" She glared at him."What can I do other than apologies? If you are still mad... Then..." He pinched his ears and gave an apologetic look to her.She frowned, "Why are you apologizing? He is the one who did a mistake." She pouted. He smiled seductively. "That is what I want to explain to you. He made a mistake and you are getting angry with me. After how many days have we met? You didn't ask me how I lived without you."She looked at him from head to toe, "You seem fine." He was looking handsome in his white jacket and blue jeans."Look in my heart!" He annoyed. The woman only judged him on his appearance. "What are you talking about?" Why should she see in his heart? He sighed. The woman was dry-hearted. She still didn't recognize his strong texture toward her. "Gracie." He tried to call her with affection bu
Yohan Dixon threw his blazer on the couch and loosened his tie. Habitually, he looked at the door of the kitchen. The lights were on. He exhaled a giant amount of smoke and headed there. As soon as she took out the apron and placed it in the drawer, she stopped. The amazing scent of his body and the assertive smell of alcohol and smoke were diluting in her breath. She had not yet thought about how she would face him, but now she was finding it a little complex to do. She didn't know whether Yohan Dixon knew or not, that she was already aware of his extramarital affair. She inhaled, arranged a pretty smile on her lips and turned back. “You are here. I have already prepared dinner. Let’s go and have…” She came to him. Yohan Dixon extinguish the cigarette in the ashtray and stared at her for a moment which didn't let her speak further. She swallowed her next words. “What’s wrong?” His gaze disturbed her courage. “What are you looking at?” She recoiled her gaze while turning back. Hi
“Neel. That's just...” Yohan Dixon stopped at the door and looked at the woman’s back. “It's been a late night here, Neel. I have to sleep. Tomorrow is my presentation.” She wanted to ignore unwanted conversations which could affect her courage. “Okay. Take care of yourself.” “Good night.” Sara Owen hung up the call. Yohan Dixon kept looking at her back for a long time. She was talking to Neel Dixon. That jerk! Till now? He closed the door and went to the bathroom. The noise caught her attention and she looked at the closed door of the bathroom. She leaned back on the bed. It seemed that they had become strangers once again. When he got out of the bathroom, he saw her lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. He lay down beside her while looking at the ceiling. Every night, when she used to hold him in her arms, let him bury his face in her chest and caressed his hair, he used to fall asleep only then. Tonight, she slept first, so tonight, he was not going to sleep. -Neel. That's
Assistant Nolan was driving the car. Yohan Dixon and Samira Reddy were in the rear seat. He was on the phone and speaking in French. Samira Reddy kept looking at him, waiting for him to be free. But he was preoccupied with his work. He was always the same. Busy and solemn. Samira Reddy seized the opportunity to speak with him as soon as he hung up the phone and turned on the tablet. “Ricky.” She grasped the tablet and glared at him. "We're sitting in the car for an hour, and you haven't looked at me." She added unhappily. "It will take an hour to get to Ang City." He was icy. "Are you going to keep working?" She pouted. "I need to go over some reports. I have an important meeting." "Are you visiting Ang City because you have something related to work?" “Yes.” How easily he had broken her plans! "I assumed you'd be with me all day." She withered. "I'll see you once I finish my work." He grabbed the tablet and got to work. She took a look at his strong chest. He hadn't unbutto
Yohan Dixon returned to the present and got into his car. When he closed his eyes, the woman's face reflected again. He had put happiness in that unhappy woman's lap. He was the source of her innocent smile. Because he felt compelled to keep looking at her grin after witnessing it for the first time. It should not vanish. Every day, that woman should smile. She deserved it. Whenever he moved away from her, he remembered that smile, which used to make him forget the exhaustion of the day. The car was moving fast along the road. There was no one around. Yohan Dixon gazed out the window. He had no idea what type of affection he had for her. When he learned that she had finally realised the truth and had shut herself in the bedroom while crying, he decided to talk to her after returning October. But her innocent smile had stopped him from telling the truth. He didn't want to lose her smile. Words trapped on his lips and couldn't come out. The car came to a halt in front of the hotel. "
When Samira Reddy arrived on the patio, she noticed him sitting on the couch. Both the wine and whisky bottles had been depleted. The ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts on the table. “Ricky.” His head was tilted, and his face was drenched in sweat. She instantly realised he had been drinking heavily and was not conscious. She smirked. It was evil. ... “You can see that Samira Reddy is standing at the door of the suit from which he came out. Her seductive red nightgown encourages suspicion of people. There was something between these two, it was suspected but today strong evidence has been found. The director of Dixon Group has not been able to forget his ex-girlfriend even today, even after his marriage.” Sara Owen inhaled sorrow and leaned back on the couch. On hearing this news in the morning, consciousness was blown away from her body. She knew that yesterday he was going out with Samira Reddy but it was hard to believe that he had sex with Samira Reddy! … “You slep
“Didn’t I tell you not to talk back?” Sara Owen pressed her palms on her painful stomach. “I am sorry.” She suppressed her voice. That’s it? Why didn’t she argue? He frowned, “I didn’t sleep with her.” Sara Owen inhaled to calm the emerging fire of helplessness. She never wanted to talk about Samira Reddy. Why he was forcing her? “I just know that you came out of her room early in the morning. But you both know what happened inside the room. And whatever happened behind those closed doors, I don't want to know.” She looked at him, “I just want to know... What do you want.” Seeing her tearful and red eyes, his gaze darkened. He was preparing his mind to talk to her about this misunderstanding. But he didn’t know it will start like this. He gritted his teeth, “I want you…to stay out of it.” “I am already out. I know I don’t have the right to…” “Fuck your rights and fuck what you want.” He roared. It shuddered her. “You don't even have to think about what I am doing and why. I