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"I want a divorce," he said."Yeah, right." I smiled. "I'll have some chicken ribs, please," I said to the waitress."Yes ma'am." She nodded and then walked out. I raised my head, smiling at my husband, but he was giving me a grumpy look."What is it?" I asked. We were supposed to be happy. It was our 21st anniversary. I couldn't believe we made it this far. Our marriage has not been so perfect, but we have always found a way to settle things."Didn't you hear what I said?" His fingers curled into a fist right on the table. Wait a minute, was he being serious? I scoffed and said "are you being serious?" "Do I look like I'm joking?" My head spined, and it was as if the whole world was coming down on me. I didn't see this coming. Well, there was a part of me that had been expecting this, and the other part was praying this day would never come. "Lorenzo, did I do something wrong?" I asked.He opened his mouth to say something but I shut him up by saying, "If I did, I'm sorry, we can
I fell to the chair, staring at the paper. After 21 years. After everything I have endured in this Marriage thinking it was going to get better some day. I was really waiting for my happy ending. Agatha came and sat next to me. I could see the worries in her eyes."What do I do?" I said, blank staring at the paper."You have to fight for your marriage, don't give up now."Agatha had a point, I wasn't ready to let Lorenzo go. I loved him so much. Despite how poorly he had treated me, my love for him was still strong. "You are right, I need to save my marriage." I stood up.Agatha nodded with smiles."I'll be back," I said, rushing out."Where are you going?!" I heard Agatha's voice."To save my Marriage!" I shouted. When I got outside, I saw Carlos standing beside my GLE, so I insisted on taking my white Porsche. "Carlos, can I have the key to the Porsche?""Going somewhere ma'am?""Yeah. But I'll drive there myself.""But ma'am, that's my job.""It's fine Carlos, relax. I'll driv
One thing was certain, I wasn't going to let Lisa live with her father. Yes, I knew Lorenzo loved her, but I wasn't so sure about the woman he was going to bring home.As I dragged my luggage out of my room, "Mom," Lisa called me, and I turned to her. "Have a lovely Christmas. Be merry, you deserve it." I smiled. Lisa had been the only good thing that has ever come out from Lorenzo, aside the money and the luxury. When I stepped out of my room, Agatha saw me and immediately put down the squeegee she was using to wipe the windows, and rushed to me."Sarah, where are you going?" I saw the worries in her eyes. "I tried, Agatha. I really, really tried." "Oh dear...so what now?" Agatha knew exactly what I've gone through in the hands of Lorenzo. She had been my right hand person for a very long time, and if I was going to leave Lorenzo, which I was, I would really miss her."I'm going to my mother's house for the holidays. I need to clear my head.""Yes, yes, you should, dear. Be safe.
During dinner I forgot my plight. But now, I wasn't able to sleep. Everything replayed in my head. It had been a long night. The morning bell rang, and woke me up. The Christmas song playing downstairs was banging my head. And I just remembered that Christmas at my mother's house wasn't so peaceful. It was a disturbance of joy. I rose from bed, and surprisingly saw My luggage inside my little room. My room was exactly how I left it, but it was cleaner than I recalled. I changed into another sweatshirt and went downstairs. I saw Martha dancing with her family. This put a smile on my face, but it also made me sad. Michael might not be as rich or as handsome as Lorenzo, but he is a caring husband, and he loves his family. How did I make the wrong decision to marry Lorenzo? Was it the money? Was it the fame? Was it his looks? No! I could have sworn he loved me from the depth of his soul, just like I did. I remembered how he would always call me at night to hear my voice, and how he never
"Dad, I thought you had plans?" "Yeah. But your grandma called and I couldn't say no." I knew it. My mother was the one who invited him over. I knew he was aware that I was at my mother's house. That was the only reason he agreed to come. He had no shame. I felt like stabbing him with his cutlery. "Happy Anniversary," my mother said, and I felt pain. Lorenzo looked at me then forced a smile, "thank you." "Ohhh, I forgot. Happy anniversary to the best parents in the world!" Lisa said excitedly. If only they knew what was going on. Saying happy anniversary to me dug a hole into my heart. I felt nothing but pain. "Sarah, are you okay?" Martha asked after seeing the way I was glaring at Lorenzo. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." "How long has it been?" Kelvin asked. We were all surprised. I wasn't sure what he wanted to do with that information. "Ohhhh, it's just that Lisa is 20, and you know most people don't get married until after they give birth, so I w
KELVIN. I just got back from school. Just like every other student I decided to come home for Christmas. But unlike every other student, I wasn’t happy at all. My parents house isn’t a home. Since I was 10 years old I have always wanted to run away, but anytime I try to, I think about my little sister. I wasn’t going to leave her alone with my so-called parents. As soon as we arrived home, my driver stopped the car and called my attention. “Sir, you are home.” I scoffed when I heard him say home. I look at my Dad’s Mansion. It’s huge, but it can not contain the sadness it brings. I take off my headphones, then I take a deep breath before stepping out of the car. My driver, Michael, helps me get my bags from the car trunk. As soon as I stepped into the house, “Kelvin!” My 11 year old sister, Cassy rushes and hugs me. “Hey,” I squeeze her tight. I have really missed her. “Welcome sir,” Cassy’s Nanny, Mary, says. She is one of the nicest people I have ever met, and I’m so glad I g
Lisa won’t stop asking me about my parents. I get that she’s concerned about me, but the reason I’m away from home right now is because I want to get them out of my head, just for the holidays. Finally, we get to her grandparents house, and I just realize that I might have forgotten how Christmas works. The lights, the snowman, the Christmas welcome banner. Now I get what Cassy was saying, I didn’t feel the Christmas vibe at home, it was as if it wasn’t Christmas. For my parents, it was just another day to fight, work, and date younger people. Damn it, I still can’t believe my mom is dating a 25 year old. Whenever I think it will get better, it just gets worse. I try helping Lisa’s driver get the bags from the trunk, while Lisa manages to sashay to the front door. I don’t get how she is able to work perfectly in this snowy ground. Meanwhile, Lisa’s bags are so heavy. I thought she’s staying for a week, why did she pack so many bags, and why the hell are they so heavy. I hold one ed
“Happy anniversary,” Lisa’s Nana says to Sarah. Ohh Wowww. Sarah gives a slight smile which I find weird. They all start to wish them happy anniversary, but Lorenzo seems to be the only one to reply, Sarah just gives a weak smile with her head down, eating her food. I can tell she’s not happy about it, because the smile she’s putting on is totally different from the one she had when she saw Lisa. But why? Why would anyone not be happy about their anniversary? Except the couple are like my parents. But if they are, Lisa would have mentioned it to me, since I like venting about mine. Well maybe they had a minor issue. I mean, couples fight right? It’s normal. Well, I don’t know what’s normal about relationships because my parents' relationship is crazy. “How long has it been?” I ask. I really want to know if they were married before she gave birth to Lisa or if they had Lisa first and then they decided to get married. Things aren’t adding up. I’m surprised at myself, why in the world a
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Everyone bulges their eyes at me. The worries in their eyes are bigger than the situation.“Yeah, please hurry up.” She hangs up. I squint my eyes, trying to make sense out of what she said. “Is everything okay?” Lisa’s grandmother asks.“Who fell off a bike?” Lisa asks.“Cassy…?” My answer is more of a question to me.“What!” Sarah lets out.“She doesn’t even own a bike,” I say to myself.“Is she okay? Sarah asks.“I don’t know. Mary said she might have broken her leg.”Sarah throws her hands over her mouth.“She wouldn’t go to the hospital except I come see her”“Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go, I’ll take you,” Sarah says as she stands up, getting me all confused.“Give me a sec let me grab my car key.” She rushes upstairs. She is clearly more worried than I am. It’s just a bike, it's not as if she was hit by a car or anything.“Is she…” I thumb over my shoulder.“Yes and more,” Lisa cuts me short. I was going to ask her if her mother is always like this towards little thi
KELVIN.As I and lisa plays ball throwing game with Madison in the living room, Madison gives the ball a big thrust which we didn’t know she was capable of doing. The ball landed on the kitchen hallway.“I’ll get it,” I tell them. Getting close to the kitchen, I start hearing heated mutters. I pick the ball and choose to ignore it. “Stop.” I hear Sarah sob and I become anxious. I plod towards the kitchen with curiosity. Standing at the entrance, I watch how slutty Lorenzo is acting towards his wife, which wouldn’t be such a bad thing if Sarah doesn’t look uncomfortable. He’s quite aware of how uneasy he’s making her feel but still he won’t stop.“Is everything okay?” I finally say as this has become unbearable to watch.Lorenzo smirks at me. “Just having a chat with my wife.” Hearing him call her his wife just sets my body ablaze and I feel like pushing him in the mouth.“Sarah, are you okay?” I ask.“Why wouldn’t she be?” He pecks on her cheek and Sarah frowns, pushing her face away
So we all got a present except mom and dad. I feel bad already, I should have gotten something for them. While preparing breakfast for everyone, Lorenzo walks into the kitchen and leans against the kitchen cabinet and stares at me like he’s seeing me for the first time, which seems weird. And what was that crab he was saying about a car waiting for me at home? We both know I’m not going back to that house. As a matter of fact, he practically threw me out of the house. I ignore him as I stir the scramble eggs which are sizzling on the frying pan.“You look beautiful when you cook,” he says and I feel like my head has been turned upside down,I raise my head, looking at him with a crinkled nose. I don’t remember when I last cooked. I doubt that I have ever cooked since he married me. Does that mean all this while I wasn’t pretty? He smiles at me, that same sweet smile he had when we were courting. He fooled me once with it, I won’t let him fool me again. I roll my eyes and turn off th
It gets to George’s turn and mom looks at dad who has been sitting quietly with a smile. Mom holds his hands, and nods her head. Dad reaches into his pocket and brings out a key, handing it over to George. Up until now, I thought dad didn’t recognize anybody. But that’s not how Alzheimer's works, right? George is in awe as he slowly takes the key from him, and I wonder what the key means. “Oh my God.” I hear Martha sobs with her hands over her mouth.“Is this…” George looks at mom, and she nods.Is this what…? Gosh the suspense is killing me.“Is that a key to a Benz? Or am I missing something.” I figure no one is ready to say anything if I don’t ask.“Is the key to Grab a bite.” “Wait, Dad’s store?” Dad had a fast food counter. He sold the best burger in town. He loved it. We loved it. I remember getting excited every saturday because I get to spend the whole day at Grab a bite, helping daddy serve customers, while Martha and George would do the dishes. It was practically dad’s leg
SARAH. I had the best day ever. I didn’t think I would be able to be that happy. I still can't believe I actually ice skated. Whatttt? I was able to overcome my fear of ice skating, and I did it happily. All thanks to Kelvin. I’m glad he came here. The way I feel safe with him scares me, and at the same time, it feels so good. I throw myself on my bed, well mine and Lorenzo’s bed. I glare at him as he snores in his peaceful sleep. I feel like killing him with the pillow under my head. Was it worth it? Was Catherine worth it? She’s not even that pretty, so what exactly made Lorenzo choose her over me? And when I expect him to apologize, he throws a divorce on my face. Well, go to hell and burn, good thing I don’t need your cheating ass to be happy. Saying all that was just for consolation, self consolation. It changes nothing, absolutely nothing. My wounds are still fresh, but with time I believe it’s going to heal. But I don't think it would, because tell me why he had to come to my
KELVIN.Finally we get home, I mean, Sarah’s parents’ house. We can see everyone through the window. They are happily discussing and laughing. I used to think there’s nothing like a perfect family, but Lisa’s family happens to be perfect. Well, aside the fact that Lorenzo and Sarah are going to get a divorce. Does anyone else know about this? I don’t think so. This will break them, just like it has broken Sarah. I really hope they all find the best way to handle this, and help Sarah get through it. I knew there was something off. The frowning and avoidance. It was all there. She talks less when he’s around and tries to stay clear of his path. How can her family not see that she’s going through a lot? She is not even hiding it that well. What about Lisa? Damn, this is going to break her. She has always looked up to her parents and speaks highly of their love for each other. How is she going to feel when she finds out that her family is about to fall apart. I have always wished for my p
SARAH.I have no idea why I told him that. Somehow I felt like I have known him for a really long time. And I feel safe talking to him. It took him one day to make me happier than I have ever been in years. Well, I guess that's how they are from the start. They make you feel special, safe and important, but as time goes by, they treat you like trash, like you are invisible and doesn’t matter. I won’t let myself get deceived by another man. If Lorenzo could do that to me after all the love we both shared, then I can’t trust anyone else with my heart, not even a 21 year old college boy. I think he’s more shocked than I was when Lorenzo asked me for a divorce because he isn’t saying anything, and I think it’s better this why.“Kelvin!” Cassy runs to us. “That was fun,” she says, then she looks at me. “I haven’t seen someone who is as horrible as you at Ice skating,” she adds. That was fair. I knew it was a bad idea from the start, but screw that. I don’t need to be good at ice skating
She seems awfully quiet siping on her Milkshake. Yes, it’s dark but I can tell she’s not happy with something. She’s putting on the same face she has whenever Lorenzo is around, which makes me wonder what the problem might be. Few minutes ago she was so happy, laughing her lungs out. Probably it’s a mood swing, but I’m not going to let her be sad on my watch. “Are you okay? You’ve been quiet.”“I’m fine. It’s just… forget it.”“It’s just what?” She looks into my eyes for a few seconds.“What happened with that girl, I just don’t feel comfortable with it.”“What girl?” I ask, totally confused.“The lady that was calling my Mrs Lorenzo…”“Ohhh,” I utter. “What about it?”“Well, I just find it cringey to be addressed as Mrs Lorenzo,” she says, and gets me more confused. I raise my brows and tilt my head. “Don’t get me wrong. I love being Mrs Lorenzo, it’s just…you know, people seeing me like a celebrity or someone very important when they don’t actually know me. It’s like being Mrs L