Lucas walked into the law office, his law firm, the law firm he had given up to a good employee of his because he has risked it being closed like his father in-law had requested, the weight of his emotions clearly visible on his face. He was greeted by the receptionist and directed to a small, private office where the lawyer, Mr. Thompson, awaited him. She was a seasoned divorce attorney with a reputation for his thoroughness and empathy.It was said that he never lost a case in his practice and that was why he had sought him.He had heard about him and seen his works when he had still watched over his company on his own but because he never thought of divorcing her then, with Maya as the major reason, he had not had any personal dealings with him. "Good morning, Lucas. Please, have a seat," he began, gesturing to a comfortable chair opposite his desk. "I understand you're here to discuss the divorce?" He added, knowing before hand why he had been there because he had already been c
"Pretty girl, do you want this candy?" Nathaniel asked the little student that stood before him, holding out a candy to her."Yes sir" the girl calmly but shyly replied."Do you know Miss Faye? I want you to bring her here for me" he said." Ohhkay sir" she replied and took the candy from his hand, running off to go and deliver the message she had been sent. Nathaniel's legs curled in his shoes. He was scared and at the same time fearful on behalf of the lady that stood before him. He watched the little girl he had sent on the errand hurrying away after making sure the both of them stood beside each other, like she had been sent to do-tp bring her over with any excuse she could come up with. He was surprised she had come, he thought she wouldn't. Perhaps it was because the pupil might have not known whom her caller was. Standing at the corner of the school, where eyes could not easily find, he couldn't help but stare at her, properly while she was in front of him.She was still so
The living room was draped in muted hues creating a somber setting for the condolence visit. Framed photographs of Genevieve’s late child, Maya, adorned the mantle. The scent of lilies permeated the air, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea which was being served to the people that came to condole with the governor at his time of loss. Three women huddled near the bay window, their voices hushed but filled with an undercurrent of judgment and hate, tinged with jealousy. Margaret, a woman of sturdy build with a penchant for knowing everyone's business, leaned in closer to her companions. Her eyes glimmered with a mixture of sympathy and a certain eagerness as she began, “I can’t believe poor Genevieve lost Maya. It’s just heartbreaking. But can you imagine, almost forty and this happens? It’s almost like the universe is punishing her.”Beatrice nodded, the second in the group. Her face which was mostly always pinched in disapproval nodded to concur with what the first
Genevieve noticed how her husband had walked off to go meet Le Faye the woman that had just entered.No, she couldn't be wrong, there was something more to it than them being in the same political party and she being a grassroot supporter.The way he had looked at her while she offered her condolences had something in them, sometimes she hadn't seen in his eyes for long, something she had always wanted, how she had always wanted him to look at her.She recalled the video that had gotten sent to her. The woman in it had been slim, with a hourglass body build, and she had worn a white dress!!!!!She had taken it as a random person, any girl could wear white. White fitted most girls. But as she kept on looking at the lady in the parlor, hourglass figure, black hair, white dress. Something melt on striking in her, a thought she didn't want to continue thinking.She and Lucas had made a promise earlier to stay accountable for whatever happened during the condolence visit.They had agreed t
Genevieve's heart churned as she watched her husband stare at Faye.He had seen her brother trying to harass her and had watched how he gulped down the tea he held, even though he was with some guests, his eyes were not taken off her.She was not mistaken anymore, the pictures had become clear. She were the one, she was the other woman, the other woman that dared her by going after her husband.What pained her the most was the caring eyes with which her husband stated at her with, vexing at her brother as he could not excuse himself to go confront him for his actions, lest calling attention to himself.She watched him, his reactions, his eyes, his expressions.He had never looked at her with those eyes, not even one, not even when she had given birth to Maya for him.He had always seen her as Genevieve, the wife that forced herself on him, and nothing more, nothing less.Not even as a woman worth desiring, the way men she had been with always did.The nights they had made out when her
Genevieve and Lucas returned to the parlour because of the sound of the falling glass that had caught their attention, the tension between them was still very visible. As they entered, the room fell silent, the remaining guests' eyes fixed on them with a mixture of shock and curiosity. The atmosphere was heavy, the usual murmurs of conversation replaced by an uneasy quiet.Genevieve's assistant, a young woman, hurried to her side, her face pale with anxiety. "Mrs. Genevieve," she whispered urgently, "your conversation with Mr. Lucas—it was broadcasted. Everyone here has heard everything."Genevieve's heart sank as she glanced around the room, seeing the stunned expressions on the faces of the guests. Some were whispering to each other, others simply stared in disbelief. She clenched her jaws when she saw some of the women muttering things to themselves.Nathaniel, standing near the back of the room, seemed lost in thought, his mind clearly occupied with the implications of what had ju
The phone rang several times before Genevieve answered, her voice weary. "Theo, it’s late. Haven't you gone home yet? What do you want?"Theodore took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady. "Genevieve, why didn’t you ever do anything about Lucas? You knew he was cheating on you, and yet you did nothing. You knew that lowlife was cheating on you,yet you did nothing!! You didn't tell me!! You didn't let father know!!!."There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Finally, Genevieve spoke, her tone defensive. "It’s complicated, Theo. Marriage isn’t as black and white as you think. There are things you don’t understand.""Complicated?" Theodore's voice rose, his frustration boiling over. "What’s so complicated about standing up for your rights? You let him walk all over you, humiliate you! Even though he's a lowlife!!! Why didn’t you teach him a lesson?"Genevieve sighed deeply"Do you think I didn’t want to? Do you think I didn’t lie awake at night, thinking of ways to
"Why?" Lucas fired, watching her go on with the wine she had in her hand drinking. His face and part of his clothe was bloody but he did not mind it, waiting for the answer he has come to get. "Why what?" Faye replied nonchalantly, dropping the glass by the side table."Why did you do that Faye?" He asked again, this time his voice louder."I just gave her a gift. Like she did to me. I only returned the favor"Lucas was angry and was not having it. He went over to the table and smashed the wine bottle and glass on the floor."How dare you do that Faye? How dare you???? How dare you broadcast my wife and i's conversation?" He thundered." Your wife?" Faye repeated after him.She chuckled." Isn't that what she is?" Replied back. " I felt tired of being in the shadow. I felt tired of being the unknown woman. I wanted to be known, that was why I did what I did" she replied him and began walking to where her bag and clothes was, picking up her jacket to cover her hands that were bare fr