It was coming into summer, the weather was becoming a little warmer, and flowers were blooming. Camilla loved roses and carnations, and in her garden, she had a beautiful array of both.
Things between her and Steven had seemingly gotten a lot better. Steven had gone back to working for the accounting firm, but he was on very thin ice. He couldn't afford to falter not one time. One afternoon in March, Camilla was buying a few groceries as she always did, and walking past the fisheries, she suddenly felt ill from the smell of the oil. As she finished getting the groceries and walking back to the bus stop, she felt dizzy. She regained her composure and decided to go and buy a pregnancy test. On arriving at home, Camilla decided to do the test. She wasn't sure if she wanted another child or not as things had been rocky between her and Steven and had only just now, seemingly, started to settle down. As she waited for the result to appear, Steven walked into the house. "Camilla, I'm home," he greeted, "what's for dinner?" Camilla came out of the bathroom, "I'm sorry, I just got in a few minutes ago myself, but dinner won't be long," she responded walking into the kitchen to get the food on. While dinner was on the go, Camilla walked over to her husband, sat down quietly next to him, and said, "Steven, I have some news for you." "What is it?" he asked. "I'm pregnant," she responded, looking into his eyes for a reaction, "I went to buy groceries, and when I went past the fish and chips shop. I had an overwhelming ill feeling come over me. All of a sudden, I started to feel dizzy, so I decided to go and get a pregnancy test," she continued, handing him the positive test result. Steven looked at her in shock, unsure if this was good news or bad news. After much thought, he said, "It's good news." She smiled at him and went to finish off their evening meal. By this time, Marshall was just a little over a year old, a year and a half to be precise. He was walking all over the place, babbling and laughing as he did so. Camilla had such horrible morning sickness for the next few months, something she had never experienced with Marshall. She was also more tired than she was when she was pregnant with her firstborn. Then the problems started all over again with her and Steven. By this time, Marshall was in daycare. One Friday afternoon, Camilla being seven months pregnant, Steven had said he had a client to see, but he would pick her up after work, and they would then pick up Marshall. She informed him that they finished at 4 on a Friday if he could please be on time. Because this pregnancy was a more complicated pregnancy, Camilla didn't get the bus home. She would take the car. However, this particular Friday was different. 4 p.m., came, and Camilla went downstairs to wait for her husband. Camilla was exhausted, her stomach and feet swollen. All she wanted to do was get home and put her feet up and rest. By the time 4:30 p.m. came around, Steven had still not arrived. She sent him a text message. Camilla: Steven, where are you? Steven responds: On my way. Camilla carried on waiting. By the time 5 p.m. came around, Steven was no longer answering her messages or calls. Fortunately, her manager was still in the building and asked her in a husky voice, "You still here?" "My husband isn't answering my calls or messages!" she responded. "Don't worry, I'm going in that direction. It's a little out of the way, but I can take you home and collect your son as well." "I really appreciate it, thank you, Mr Bradshaw," she said calmly. Camilla was very frustrated and angry at that point. On arriving home, Camilla noticed that their car was parked in the driveway. She thanked her manager again, picked up her son, and went into the house. Marshall walked straight to his room to go play with his toys. Camilla walked into the bedroom, and there, lying on the bed, passed out drunk, was Steven. With fury in her eyes, she slammed the door closed and went to the kitchen to make dinner. While dinner was cooking, she ran the bath water, got out Marshall's pyjamas, and settled him into the bath. Camilla was bushed by the time she had finished bathing her son and finishing their evening meal. Just as Camilla settled on their settee to watch the evening news, Steven woke up, "Camilla!" he yelled,"I'm hungry." In an angry but mild tone, she responded, "Your food is in the warmer. You can heat it up." Camilla was not going to deal with him like that and carried on watching the television. Meanwhile, Steven decided to go back to bed. While sleeping, around 2 a.m., Stevens' phone rang. She quickly answered the call, and a female voice came on the line, "Hi there, we're here at the bar around the corner. Can you come fetch us and take us to another bar?" The females laughed. "Excuse me, this is Steven's wife. Do you have no respect for time?" she responded in a firm yet harsh tone. Not waiting for a response, she put the phone down and drifted back off to sleep. The number kept calling a few times, but Camilla just ended the calls. She would deal with this matter in the morning when she is calmer and Steven is sober. An hour later, Steven woke up, put his arms around his wife, and said, "I'm hungry." Quietly, Camilla climbed out of bed, walked to the kitchen, and took him his food. While he was eating, she said, "I don't know where you were yesterday, but I do not accept that you left me waiting for you to pick me up. Fortunately, my manager was still there, and he took me home with Marshall in tow." Steven looked embarrassed and had no answer. His behaviour and lack of consideration for his pregnant wife and their child was unacceptable. A few times, she recalled the words of the stranger. "But why do they affect me so much? Who was that man? Where did he come from?" She had a thousand questions running through her mind since that morning's encounter. She also hadn't mentioned it to Steven because she hadn't thought it was necessary. "After all, he was just being kind, the neighbourly type of concern," she thought.Early the next morning, Camilla sat up in bed reading through her social media posts when a call came through on Steven's phone. Looking at the number, Camilla didn't say anything at all to Steven. She woke him up and handed him the phone. "It's the same people that have been calling all night," she informed him icily."Huh!" he responded in a daze, still trying to wake up. Camilla explained to him about the phone calls from the night before, and these women not giving up on calling him, wanting him to fetch them at all unearthly hours of the night. Steven had no recollection of what had happened or how he had even gotten home.After explaining the phone call, Camilla confronted him for not fetching her from work the previous afternoon. "Why didn't you fetch me from work yesterday, and where were you? You got home so drunk," she questioned him. Camilla got straight to the point.Steven started to explain, "I finished work early yesterday and decided to go and have a few drinks at th
Steven didn't know what to say or how to comfort his wife. She was angry and bitter, so instead of saying anything, he did what he usually does. The solution to getting out of any situation, he picked up the keys to the car. "I'll be back later," he said in a low-key tone of voice, walked out the door, and drove off.Camilla had no energy to deal with her husband at that point. She went to her son, who was just waking up from his afternoon nap, put him in the bath, and then put on a change of clothing to get him ready for bed. While he was playing on the mat in the dining room, Camilla prepared something for the two of them to eat. After playing for just over an hour, Marshall started to yawn, so Camilla took him to the room, laid him down, and read him a story. It took all of about ten minutes before her young man fell fast asleep.Quietly leaving the room, Camilla went to sit on the settee. Looking at her phone, she saw a message from Steven, "I'm sorry Camilla." The message said.
Camilla woke up a little later than she had planned. Steven was already up and making something to eat. "You awake!" he exclaimed.Looking at the time, Camilla responded, "Why didn't you wake me up?""You've been awake a long time, so I decided to let you sleep a little later. Come sit down, the food is ready.""How's Marshall?" she asked."He's okay, his fever didn't spike again through the night, and he has had his breakfast and a bottle, and he's gone back to sleep," he smiled at his wife."What! Is he sleeping again? What time did he wake up?" she was surprised."He woke up at 7a.m. We played in his room, I gave him porridge and his bottle, and he just went to sleep about ten minutes ago," he explained the routine to his wife. Camilla sat at the table and began eating the bacon and eggs her husband had prepared for her, along with a couple of slices of toast with strawberry jam. "This is a lovely spread, thank you,
Five years had passed since the birth of their daughter Meghan. Meghan, now five and Marshall, now seven were in primary school.Steven and Camilla had seemed to have moved into a better space in their relationship.Camilla had been wanting, for a while, to start her own business, but Steven was adamant that she stayed in her job. He wasn't one for change, or that is at least what he portrayed towards his wife. The plain fact was that he didn't want to see Camilla doing better than him financially. In the company where Steven worked, things had gotten a lot tougher, and the stress load was on top of him.It had been a few years since he had been in a bar. One night, after getting home, he went to shower, picked up the keys, and said to his wife, "I'll be home later."Confused by what he said, she asked, "Babe, where are you going?""I'm tired, Camilla. I just need to go out and unwind!" his tone wasn't harsh but not gentle or loving either.At 11 p.m. that evening, she was still wait
The next morning, when Camilla woke up, she noticed that Steven had a mark on his shoulder. Looking at the mark, she asked, "Steven, where does this come from?"He looked at the arm. "Gosh darn, she wasn't supposed to leave marks on his body," he thought to himself. Quick to respond, he said, "I bumped into the filing cabinet at work.""Those look more like fingernail scratches," she thought.Thinking about what Michelle had said the night before, she asked him, "Steven, you came home so drunk last night you fell asleep. What happened?"He started thinking, then said, "after I finished in the office, I went to the bar not far from there and had a few drinks, I met up with a few guys from college as well." Steven was very swift and managed to learn to lie easily. "How quickly he lies," she thought and got out of bed. She didn't believe a word of what he was saying. She picked up her phone and called Michelle. They chatted for a few seconds on the phone. As the call ended, she heard
Camilla was sitting on the veranda, enjoying her glass of wine in silence while the television was softly playing in the background. While sitting there, Camilla had started to think about all the things that had happened to her since getting married to Steven. Tears rolled down her face. "What have I ever done to deserve the treatment I keep getting from Steven?" she pondered.Deep in thought, she hadn't seen the tall, handsome, muscular gentleman approach her. She jumped when a husky, deep voice greeted her. A little dazed, Camilla didn't recognize the man at first. "Every time I see you, you are crying," he said, concerned."Um, oh," she didn't know what to say."Let me introduce myself," he said, walking over to her, "I'm Bradford.""Hi Bradford," she greeted back."I'm here visiting my grandfather," he continued, "I just decided to go for a walk to clear my head.""I understand, I know that feeling well," she commented.The two of them sat for a few seconds, then he said, "Why a
Having seen the photo of her cousin and husband, Camilla was unsure what she was going to do.The next morning, she woke up early, got the children dressed, and took a drive to her aunt and uncle's place. She hadn't informed them that her and the kids were coming but hoped that they would be home.On arriving, her aunt saw her face, pulled her in, and said to her husband, "Please go take the kids to the shops and get them something nice for breakfast. I will message you when I am done, and then you can come back."Camilla's uncle understood full well what her aunt was alluding to and said, "Come kids, let's go buy breakfast and do some shopping, then I will buy you each an ice cream and a soda." The children did not need to be tempted twice. They loved their great uncle.Once they had left, her aunt turned to her, "Camilla, what on earth happened?" Camilla related the whole incident of yesterday and also explained it had not been the first time he had raised his hands to her. "My chil
Camilla was officially on leave for three weeks.The first two or three days of her leave, she would just be relaxing at home, getting things in order. While she was busy the first day, which was the day after she had spoken to Bradford, she received a text message. "Hi there, it's Bradford, I'm just checking in to see how you are doing!" he stated.A smile lit up on her face, "I'm okay," she responded."So what are your plans today?" he asked, "I didn't see you get on the bus this morning."She laughed, "I'm on leave for a few weeks," she told him, "you, keeping tabs on me now?" she couldn't help but chuckle. This man was so easy to talk with. She felt so comfortable speaking with him. When she spoke with him or read a message from him, she would get butterflies in her stomach, and her heart would race. She couldn't understand why he had this effect on her. Every day for the next 3 days, Bradford and Camilla would spend a few hours chat
You know the old saying: Time flies when you're having fun - It is true. It had been six months since Camilla had submitted the documents to the court for divorce. Marshall turned nine, and Meghan turned seven. Today was the day. It was December, just about time for the courts to close for the end of the year. Camilla walked into the courthouse, wrapped up nicely, and warm in her fur coat and thick woollen slacks with a polar neck jumper and boots. The winter was well setting in, and the snow would start to fall anytime now. Waiting for her name to be called, she spotted Steven. "Hi," she greeted him, friendly. After all, they still had to co-parent their two children. "Hi," he said back, smiling at her, "how are you and the kids doing?" "We are okay," she answered civilly, "and you?" "I'm doing okay, I got another job," he explained, "Camilla, can we stop the divorce. I don't want to do this," he p
Tamara left work and went home. She couldn't wait to let Steven know about Camilla. On walking in by the door, she noticed that the place hadn't been tidied up. "Steven," she called, "Steven." There was no answer. She walked straight up the stairs to her bedroom. She noticed that Steven was lying on the bed passed out. Tamara wasn't used to this. Camilla had always dealt with his drunken bouts, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to deal with it. "Steven, where is the money for the groceries?" she asked, shaking him awake.Getting anything out of him would be virtually impossible. She put her hands in his pockets, looking for the money, and all she found was papers."Damn you, Steven, damn you for drinking the money out instead of buying food," she yelled. She stormed out of the room, went downstairs, and made herself something to eat. Later that night, Steven woke up. Tamara was already sleeping. He went to the bathroom, showered, and brushed his teeth. Climbing back into bed, he
After the meeting with Bradford and his grandfather, Camilla spoke to her assistant and said, "Can you organize for someone to drop me off at the school?""Sure," her assistant replied.As the assistant walked away, Bradford said, "I'm taking the old man home. Do you need a lift to the school?""That would be nice," she responded, smiling. "Why did this guy's voice and presence always make my heart flutter and miss twenty beats a second," she wondered as she glared at his back when he walked out the door. "I never felt like this with Steven, so why with Bradford, and we're not even in a relationship?"As they walked to the car, Bradford's hand brushed against hers. This sent electric shocks through her body. "Oh, I'm sorry Camilla, I," he stopped in mid-sentence. He had wanted to touch her intimately all day. The force of his feelings towards her was growing stronger, and he didn't know how much longer he would be able to control himself.Seeing the look on his face, Camilla starte
It had been six months since the accident. Steven was recovering nicely. He was back on his feet and looking for a job. Camilla, because she was still legally married, was footing his medical bills, but the whole family chipped in to help her clear the medical account with the hospital. Tamara had started the job at Hemmingway International, working as a secretary to one of the junior clerks in the office. Meanwhile, Camilla was working on the top floor, but she was in the offices near the CEO. Tamara was unaware of the fact that she was working for the same company as Camilla's joint business venture was.Because Tamara and Steven were still together, finances were very tight, Steven's accident and not working had put a financial strain on their relationship. Tamara was getting more and more frustrated with Steven. Having to work, come home, cook, and clean was a lot for her. She couldn't keep her maid as her father had still cut off
The next couple of days, Camilla stayed at the hospital beside her husband's bedside. She wanted to be there just in case he woke up. Her children were spending time with her aunt and uncle, so she didn't need to worry about that. Every day, while at the hospital, Bradford would come and ensure that Camilla had something decent to eat so that she could keep her strength up. He would bring her her salads and chicken or meat, or he would bring her soup. "Thank you for caring so much," Camilla said in a soft, sweet tone. "It's no problem at all," he responded in a soft yet extremely masculine voice. "Why did the sound of this man's voice affect her so? Why did her heart flutter at seeing him? Why does he have such an effect on me?" she wondered silently. Camilla didn't dare to think about it at that point. She needed to focus on Steven and get him better so that she could move on with her life. Three days of sitting
Steven had tried to avoid hitting a pedestrian. He hadn't seen the young boy, probably around the age of 15, running across the road until it was too late to slow down. His mind had been preoccupied with everything that had happened over the last few days.Steven had slammed on his brakes but lost control and swerved to the left and hit about four other cars parked on the side of the road. Thankfully, there were no occupants in the cars that he had hit into. Only Steven was in critical danger. The police, ambulance service, and the fire department all got to the scene pretty quickly. The paramedics got him out of the vehicle pretty quickly. The trauma to his head, they could not tell how much damage was done. The blood was pouring profusely. The ambulance rushed him to East Cheshire Hospital. Not far from where the accident occurred. Once there, he was seen by the doctors and wheeled straight into surgery.At 10:45 a.m., the phone rang. "Is this Mrs Middleton?" The voice asked."Yes,
The weekend had gone by so quickly. Thankfully, for her, she had been surrounded by good friends and family. Her day started out as it regularly did. However, today, she was going to look at buying a car. She would, after all, need one. Back at Tamara's, Steven got ready for work. He and Tamara would have to figure things out now that her parents had cut her off from any financial services they had been providing her with. "Tamara, I think it's time that you also found a job, otherwise we may not make it to the end of the month," Steven said to her, putting his arms around her waist and kissing her deeply."I have been looking already," she said. Steven had thought that her parents would eventually come around.On arriving at work, Steven settled in behind his desk in his office. Matthew greeted him, and they spoke for a while. Matthew asked him about the weekend and their anniversary.Steven hadn't had time to catch up with his friend and tell him that he and Camilla had separated.
That Sunday, Michelle and Camilla got up, cleaned the place, and started preparing food for when the children came home. Camilla had called her aunt and uncle and invited them to have something to eat with them as well, because she had something to speak to them about.When they arrived at Camilla's, the children ran into the house and hugged their mom. "Mummy, where's daddy?" Marshall asked."I will explain everything just now," she said.As if in tune with her mother's thoughts, Meghan responded, "it's okay, mummy, we'll be okay."Shocked at how mature her daughter was for her age, she drew them both into her embrace, "I missed you both so much," she tickled them, "now go unpack your bags and prepare your clothes for tomorrow. I need to speak to Uncle and Aunty quickly.""Come children," Michelle said, "I'll help you." Michelle was just like a real aunt to the kids. She loved them as her own. The kids went with Michelle and left Camilla to speak to her aunt and uncle. Uncle Toby lo
On entering the house, Camilla looked around, and the realization that her home would, from now on, only consist of her and the kids, hit her. She unpacked the groceries she had bought and went to the bedroom to take off her clothes and shoes and go shower. As she entered her bedroom, the reality for the second time hit her. Steven was gone. He had packed his clothes and toiletries as well as all other belongings and left just as she had asked him to do. As she was about to step into the shower, there was a knock at the door. "I wonder who this could be," she thought. Camilla headed for the door, and on opening, it saw her Uncle Chris and Aunt Ruby (Tamara's parents). She greeted them with a hug. They weren't extremely close, but they were not that distant either, and family meant everything to Jones's. "You're probably wondering why we are here!" her aunt said. "Not really," she responded, un-surprised that they came. After all, she knew that Tamara's brother would have told