That night, I reached home very late. Yet, Calvin was nowhere to be seen. No matter how many times I called him, he diverted my calls to voicemail. Dejected, I went to bed alone, praying that he returned home safe the next morning.
When I awoke the next morning, the house was surprisingly silent. Fiona and Jen have apparently gone out very early in the morning and didn’t come back. This might be the only good thing that happened today.
After getting ready, I settled down by the breakfast table as the maid served me some food. It was my favorite; pancakes with maple syrup with a glass of orange juice on the side.
“It tastes delicious. Thank you so much.” I smiled at my maid, “Did Calvin come home last night?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Did he inform any of you where he has been off to?”
“Er.. yes, ma’am.” She muttered, “He rang us this morning to ask for some papers to be sent to Westwood hospital.”
The spoon I was holding fell from my hand in surprise, clinking against the plate. Widening my eyes, I looked at her, “Westwood hospital, you said?”
”Yes ma’am. That’s the one.”
Oh, God! That’s where Becky was admitted. So that’s where he went last night? He spent the entire night there? But why?
“What.. documents was he asking for?”
“Some hospital records, ma’am. I’m not entirely sure.” She said, looking at me with concern in her eyes, “Is something the matter ma’am?”
Having lost all my appetite, I got up from my seat. “No, nothing.” I said, “I.. I will be preparing the dinner today. Please fetch immediately if Calvin comes home.”
”Sure, ma’am.”
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The sizzle of the stake filled the kitchen, indicating to me that it was cooked to perfection. I turned off the stove and wiped my hand on my apron.
I have a glimmer of hope that even if Becky woke up, Calvin would be home for dinner today. He would.
However, I waited from 6 PM until midnight, but Calvin still hadn't come home. My heart sank little by little. By 12 AM, when I finally decided to go to my room and sleep alone, I heard the sound of Calvin s ’car entering through the gates.
I shot up from my seat, my heart was racing and I was extremely nervous.
Rubbing the sleep off my eyes, I walked to the door in faltering steps. As I swung the door open, I found Calvin on the other end.
Any drowsiness I had disappeared in an instant. Memories from last night flooded my mind, and a grim look appeared on my face. But his eyes stayed emotionless. He walked past me, his arm brushing against my shoulder.
“Where have you been last night?” I asked.
Calvin remained mute and instead proceeded to remove his tie. Taking a seat on the couch, he kicked off his shoes.
“Calvin?” I repeated, “What’s the matter? You’ve left so suddenly last night-“
“For a reason, Cassie!” He grumbled, looking up at me. “You made me look like a fool!”
“Me?” I asked in surprise, “But I didn’t-“ “
“If it weren’t for you, my friend wouldn’t have asked me to participate in the auction, and I wouldn’t have made a laughing stock out of myself. Do you know that I lost to my worst enemy possible?”
“I.. no.” I said, “I had no idea.”
“Exactly,” He said, “The man is Enzo De Luca. He has created enough problems for me in the corporate world as it is. I didn’t need him to step on my pride.”
“I.. I’m sorry.. Calvin.” He said, “I didn’t know..”
“Save it,” He hissed. “I know it won’t happen again. I’m kicking you out of the house today. You better start packing your things.”
Breath hitched in my throat upon hearing his words. I could hardly believe what he said. Was he being serious?
“You’re going to kick me out over this?” I said, “Only because of this-“
“Not just because of that, Cassie.” He said, looking into my eyes. And then, in a monotone, he delivered the news, “Becky’s awake. There’s no place for you in my life anymore!”
“What?” My mind went blank.After a moment of silence, he said abruptly, “I need you to leave!”I clenched my fist, was that it? Since she was here, was he going to toss me out like a used tissue paper? I clenched my fists at my sides, staring at him in disbelief. I wasn’t some object he could toss aside when it no longer suited him. I had feelings, and I deserved far more respect than that.“What if I don’t agree to leave?” I said, taking one step closer to him. Calvin’s eyes widened in surprise as it was the first time in years that I dared to go against him. All these years, I’ve been silent because I was begging for his love and attention. I was hellbent on impressing him, and yet, despite so many efforts from my end, he chose to turn a blind eye toward me and only sought for Becky. If that was the case, then I no longer had to swallow my pride.“What’s wrong with you?” Calvin glowered, “Do you really think I’ll ever be happy married to you? Why would you want to be in a marriag
"Calvin wants a divorce?" Kelly nearly dropped her coffee in shock.We were sitting in a cafe. After Calvin left me, I realized I couldn’t fight this battle alone. I had always dealt with the ups and downs of our marriage by myself. Calvin was private and didn’t want anyone to know about our issues. I never talked to my bestie Kelly about it, out of loyalty to him. But now I could finally talk to someone. So, I asked Kelly to meet me."Shh! Be quiet!" I hissed, glancing nervously at the hot coffee on the table.We quickly found a seat. As I looked around, I noticed how busy the cafe was. I started to wonder if this was the best place for such a conversation, but it was too late to change. I just wanted to tell her everything."What, it's going to be public soon anyway," Kelly shrugged, sipping her coffee.I frowned. She had a point, but it still hurt. The thought of the divorce was still a trigger for me, especially after how Calvin left things."Alright, tell me everything," Kelly sa
I was grimacing throughout my ride back home. Kelly offered to drive me back, but she didn’t say a word since we got in. Her eyes were fixed on the road but I couldn’t guess where her mind was. She was perhaps judging me like everyone else had in the past, wondering why I did such a thing. There was no excuse or defense in my favor, so I refrained from saying anything as well. When it was time to get down, I turned in my seat and asked, “Are you disappointed in me?” Her face remained stoic, “Yes.” She said, “That was a stupid move, Cassie. You had to suffer for the past three years because of it. Of course I’m upset.” I didn’t know if it was the look on her face that I never saw before or perhaps it was the grim circumstance I suddenly found myself in, but before I could control myself, I felt hot tears sliding down my cheek. Soon, I was holding back unsuppressable sobs. “Cassie, come on.” Kelly said, putting an arm around me. “Why are you crying?” “I don't know. I’m so scared
I stared at the blank white ceiling of the guest bedroom. I was getting too used to this view. It had been a week since I moved into this room, a week since I started searching for a new place, and a week since I last saw Calvin. After our fight, I hadn’t heard from him. I didn’t have the courage to face him, so I didn’t try to reach out. Honestly, I barely left the room. The maids brought my food, and Kelly came to me when I needed her.The past week had been hell. Jen and Fiona made sure of that. Now that I wasn’t the mistress of the house anymore, they took over everything. They ordered the staff to ignore me and treat me terribly. They gave me crappy food and didn’t help with anything. I was so frustrated. I couldn’t wait to leave, but I had nowhere to go.My parents wouldn’t help me. My sister and mother made sure of that. I couldn’t ask Kelly to take me in, either, since she was already doing so much for me. She offered me her couch, but I couldn’t let her be that kind of burde
When I next woke up, a blank white ceiling came into my view. In the periphery, I noticed a plastic tube hanging from a rod, quickly recognising that it was an intravenous drip set. A constant beeping of a machine interrupted my thoughts, grabbing my attention. Slowly, the smell of sanitizer filled my nostrils, and it didn’t take me long to recognize where I was. At a hospital. I blinked my eyes to clear my view and tried to move my hand. A sharp pain shot up my forearm, making me realize that there was a needle inserted there. As I looked down, I noticed a cannula inserted into my hand, slowly infusing me with fluids. I then felt a gentle touch on my forearm, making me look up at once. It was Kelly. I frowned at her. “Kelly?” I said. I quickly realized that my voice was groggy, so I cleared my throat. “What are you doing here?” “You recognize me?” She said in relief, “Good, we haven’t completely lost you then.”“What?” I said, “What happened to me?” “Well, stress happened.” She
When it was finally time for discharge, Kelly had an emergency. “There’s an important meeting I need to attend, Cassie.” She said, “Do you think you’ll manage on your own with Enzo?” By this point, all the essential paperwork had been taken care of and my IV line was removed. I was prescribed oral medication for the next few days, and there was absolutely nothing to worry about. However, as part of the protocol, I had given some blood tests and we were awaiting the results of those. In the meanwhile, Enzo spoke to me about my relationship with Calvin and on what basis he was filing for the divorce. After spending a couple of hours with him, I realized that he was genuinely good at his job and hiring him would help me get a fair share of bargain during the divorce proceedings. He also managed to help me ease into the conversation very quickly, and before I realized, I was opening up to him about a lot of things. Thanks to Kelly, I managed to develop a healthy acquaintance with him i
Angst filled me at once as I looked at the gun. My first instinct was to run or flee from the place, but somehow I remained rooted in my place. I was perplexed and astonished, so much so that my brain just froze, no primitive protective reflexes kicking in. Before I could do anything, I felt the sound of metal clinking and suddenly, my hands were taken behind me and my wrists were locked. It was then that I realized that I was handcuffed. Fighting against the metal confines, I finally broke out of my trance and looked at the police officers in horror. “What's the meaning of this?” I said, “Get me out of these!” “Ma’am, I suggest that you cooperate with us and come to the police station.” One of the older gentlemen said, giving me a nasty look. “No!” I yelled, “Why am I arrested? I didn’t do anything!” “Ma’am, you’re booked under the charge of attempted murder. We have received a complaint that you attempted to kill Miss Becky Reeds. The complaint came from your own husband, so w
The old officer reluctantly got up from his seat, murmuring something to myself in annoyance. Shoving the recording device into his pocket, he left the room and banged it shut. I heaved a sigh of relief at departure, my heart finally calming down. Thank God Enzo was here. I would not have been able to handle this myself. It came as such a shock to me as I’d never imagined that Calvin could go to such an extent to punish me. In retrospect, I realized that my encounter with Becky and him in the hospital could have been the cause for all of this. He looked visibly angry with my words and actions, and I could only imagine all the lies she fed him after I’d left. Driven by anger, he might have reported me to the police, seeking some form of revenge from me. There was a knock on the door right then, and it opened shortly after. I instantly sank back in my seat as Enzo walked in, shutting the door behind him. I could feel the grimace that was forming on my face as he took a seat in front o
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I was having one of those dreams where you are aware of it.I was back in my prison cell, preparing myself for bed when I heard someone opening my cell door. When I looked over my shoulder to see who it was, I was instantly knocked down. I found myself on the floor in an instant and a faceless man was towering over my figure.I tried to scream for help, but nobody came. He caught my hands and put them above my head, and using his other hand, he tried to lift my shirt. I screamed in horror and jumped from my dream.When I woke up, I realized that I was panting and Enzo was patting my back. The TV screen froze and Enzo turned the lights on.“Cassie!” He said in worry, “What th
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I stared at the computer screen in horror. It was filled with red errors.I scrolled through my work in disbelief. This was the worst feedback I have ever received. I can’t be that bad.. Until.. I realized I was. What was this? I had never made these many mistakes before.Right then, my telephone buzzed beside my computer. When I took the call, I realized that it was Patrick calling me.“Meet me in my office.”Shit. “O-okay.”I quickly went to his office. I knocked on the door and pushed it open. When I entered, Patrick was looking into a file and didn’t bother to look up and acknowledge me. I clea
Cassie’s POV I looked up at the tall building with a sigh.It was my first day.I noticed that there was a Starbucks located beneath the office. Since I had some time to spare, I went in to get a fresh cup of mocha. Instead of sitting inside, I decided to take a stroll in the small park area outside the building. Maybe it was because I’ve been away from work for so long, I felt a bit uneasy to enter the office building.When it was time, I finally mustered up the courage to go inside. Saving me a trip to the HR, Enzo slipped in my identity card this morning, which granted me hassle-free entry into the building. Even though I told him that everything would just follow the process and I was confident I could get through all the interviews, Enzo said we didn’t need all those complicated steps. I went along with his arrangement, after all, it was his good intention.I went straight up to my floor and navigated through the throng of people who were standing in the gaps between the cubicle
Calvin’s POV“What’s the matter?” Becky’s concerned voice came after me as I entered our bedroom. Without sparing her a glance or a nod of acknowledgement, I barged into the bathroom, banging the door shut behind me.I hated lies. I hated liars.Today, Becky was found to be one. I loved her so much, but she didn't tell me the truth. I found out about it in court. It was pathetic.As I stood under the showerhead, I couldn't help but wonder why she might have done that. Why did she have to lie about who was driving the car and why did she have to frame Cassie in a murder case? Why did she hate her so much? Did that mean that Penelope had lied too? But why would she?
When I walked toward Becky, Calvin was nowhere in sight, nor were his lawyers, giving me my much-needed alone time with her. My conversation with her was far overdue, I realized.She saw me approaching her and started glaring. Her face was full of anger."What do you want?" She asked as soon as I arrived near her."I wanted to check if you're doing well." I said, "After all, you might be going to prison very soon. And after living there for two weeks, thanks to you, I can assure you that they will take very good care of people like you. You better be prepared."Becky scoffed, "I am not going anywhere. I will be right here with Calvin, making sure you don't steal him from me yet again.""Yet again?" I laughed, "Calvin was never yours to begin with, Becky. He was my husband. You are the one that came in between and sabotaged the life we built. If anything, it was you that took him away from me.""Calvin loved me."
I felt someone hug me from behind. When I turned around, I realized who. It was Kelly."Cassie!" She screamed in elation. "I can't believe this! You're finally free."I could hardly register what was happening around me as too much was unfolding at one go."You are going to be alright, Cassie! You're going to come home. Your life is going back to normal again!"I nodded, "It is, isn't it?" I asked, perplexed. "Everything is going to be alright now.""Yes, absolutely!" She said, grinning from ear to ear. "All thanks to this man here who never gave up on you."Following her eyes, I looked to my right where Enzo was standing. I detected a sense of relief on his face, as though a mountain of responsibility had been lifted off his shoulders. Dark circles had formed below his eyes, making me wonder how many sleepless nights he had endured to lead us to today's victory.Tears accumulated in my eyes i
Cassie's POV “Replay the video.” Said the judge, failing to believe his own eyes. I couldn’t blame him, for what Enzo had produced as evidence in the courtroom was astounding. I was perplexed as to how he managed to get his hands on something like this. The video was recorded from the car, giving a view of the driver and the passenger. The driver seemed erratic and wobbly, sloppily driving on the empty road. After a few seconds, the driver suddenly turned the wheel to a side, ending up colliding the vehicle with the tree. Fumes erupted from the bonnet, and the airbags opened in the front seat. The driver was unconscious, their head on the airbags as blood dribbled down it. Right then, the passenger door opened and they got down. They came to stand in front of the car, revealing their faces. It was me.I approached the driver’s side to help Becky, but Becky wouldn’t budge. I then proceeded to pull her phone out of her pocket and call for help. I had no memory of this video. I wasn