5| Meeting Rachel

I stood in front of the mirror with just a half cut on and condom pants, because I really loved the texture of the pant material on my skin, and wearing brassieres wasn't what I liked, So I had to substitute brassieres for half cuts and boob tapes. Besides, I rarely went out, as a result of it, using brassieres wasn't my issue again as I wore nothing under my shirts while at home.

I went to my closet and picked up a tank top on a boyfriend jeans. After wearing it, I took a sweatshirt with a hood that lay dejectedly on a couch in my room and pulled out a low sneakers I saw on the rack then I put them on. I left my hair to fall backward, dangling up until my waist. Picking up a few pins, I pinned them on my hair to control the edges at the front, so it does not get ruffled by the wind.

Moving towards the cupboard just beside my bed, I took my car keys and left for the kitchen to meet Jane who decided to spend the week at my place.

"Adrian is sleeping, please watch him," I smiled gleefully at her while blowing an air kiss to her, "and I'm salivating from the yummy aroma already," I said still standing in the kitchen.

"My skills are still perfect," Jane joked back.

"Yeah, I will need to take classes from you," I uttered while raising my hands in an "I surrender to you" manner.

"Sure, once you can foot the bill," she chortled, "after all you are the mother of a billionaire heir."

"Just get away," I said to her while giggling and made my way to the car.

Entering the car, my mind traveled back to what Jane said in the Kitchen, Adrian actually is the heir to the top billionaire in the country and it was a fact that could not be denied. Pondering on it, it didn't feel proper that I will deny him his right because of some issue I had with his Father. Certainly, one day he was going to ask me about his Father and I might be so lost, I thought. As Darian was a popular figure, gradually the resemblance was going to show and then I may have no excuse to give. "How on earth was I going to handle it when it gets to that point," I muttered under my breath.

Taking a deep breath in, out, and in again, I came up with the resolution that I will just let things stay the way they were for now. After all, it was his father who sent me away, not me intentionally leaving. But then, I never told him I was pregnant, maybe he would have taken his Fatherly duties seriously. Shaking off the thoughts, I realized it was not necessarily thinking about it, as it was hard to predict the heartless Devil I had as a husband. On second thought, it dawned on me that the devil was already heartless, so maybe he was just the father of the devil, I chuckled at the thought and smacked my forehead with my palms to remind myself that I had to go to the grocery store and do some shopping.

Turning on the engine, I drove into the streets of Carlton with the song "I want it that way" by Backstreet boys playing from the car stereo. I listened to the lyrics while enjoying the serenity of the environment. Interestingly, I acted pretty okay and so nonchalant about the fact that I was disturbed by the news I heard earlier and that I wasn't over with whatever I felt for Darian but inside of me, I knew I was in pain and did not enjoy the fact that my life played out that way.

"Was I lacking a lot of qualities that Darian could not value me a little of the problem was just with him?" I asked myself the same question I have been asking over the years and the answer still wasn't coming through.

My car came to a halt when I got to a grocery store in the central heart of Carlton city and I walked inside to get what I needed.

"Moriah, is it you?" I heard a voice call out just immediately after I got into the store and made my way to the veggies corner.

"I wonder who it is now," I managed to say under my breath before I heard some footsteps walking toward me and I had to turn.

Forcing a smile, "Sorry, I can't remember you," I voiced out. In the four years, almost five years I have stayed in Carlton, I made little or no friends with the exception of Jane, her boyfriend who usually comes around, my Doctor, and one or two people. So, I was surprised to see someone I had no idea about calling me, not just calling me in an "I know you way" but with my name.

"Don't you remember me, Moriah woods?" she questioned.

I was startled but then I had to hide it with a smile and acted pretty normal like I was flowing with her. She did not just call me Moriah, she called me the name I got from marrying Darian. She knew me and I had no idea. Thinking about it, I cursed under my breath for not putting on the hood in the sweatshirt I wore and made a mental note to use hoods more often.

"I am Rachel, you should know me," she vociferated smiling at me, and instantly my brain cells began to pull their strings in the right direction and I remembered her.

The same person that carried herself wrapped up in the arms of Darian and made me leave the room for her for a full week. Realizing I had unsettled scores with her, my face stiffened up letting her know we were not on good terms and I didn't appreciate the fake smiles she gave.

"Ohhh... Rachel, nice seeing you," my face gave off a different aura compared to what my voice sounded like and I was hoping she got the message. I was about to conclude she got the message and wasn't daft afterall till I heard her say,

"Darian is not with you?" She said turning towards the sides to see if he was anywhere around, "or he left you again to spend time with some other woman," she stated with a sly smile appearing on her face.

Every nerve in my body wanted to do one thing, rip out the skin from her face, but I decided to choose peace. I took in a deep breath to calm my nerves and it worked just perfectly as a wide grin came on my face just right on time and I ignored the statement she made.

"I really can't see anyone with you," I gasped raising my hands to my parted lips, "don't tell me you are still going about spending nights at the houses of people that send you off as you really ain't for keeps?" more like I knew what I said was going to hit her hard as I watched her fuming up in anger, letting out a hmmph and walked away briskly.

I swiftly went on with what I had to do at the store paying no attention to all of what Rachel said because truly the fault was all Darian's.