(JARED'S POV)I slowly opened my eyes, and found myself lying on my back. As I looked around, I realized I was lying on the bed, in the bedroom. But something felt off. I tried to sit up, but a sharp headache hit me, and I winced. Still, I defied the pain and sat up, rubbing my temples.Where was Arielle? And what time was it? A glance at the wall clock and I gasped, 9 am. Why was I still at home and not at work? Why didn't Arielle wake me up for work?Additionally, I felt weird. My mouth tasted bitter, and I felt tired despite just waking up. I tried to think, but my head ached more with each passing moment.What the hell happened?Just then, the door swung open, and Sofia walked in, carrying a tray. She flashed me a bright smile. “Good morning, sleepy head.”I forced a smile, still confused. “ Good morning. What's going on?" I asked. “Why are you bringing me food in my room? Where's Arielle?”Sofia's smile faltered. “Don't you remember?”“Remember what?” I asked, my frustration grow
(SOFIA'S POV)I watched Jared dial the number, my mind racing with frustration, and I wished for nothing but to snatch the phone. Why was he still bothering with her? Didn't he realize I'd done him a favor by getting rid of her? Shouldn't he be grateful?I recalled the events that led to this moment. When Jared said he didn't have a reason to divorce Arielle I knew I had to do something. Had to come up with reason. Knowing how suspicious Arielle was of our friendship, I had to make my plan run in that direction to make it more believable.So the previous day, I managed to take out a document I figured would be important to Jared from his briefcase. And just as I predicted, he returned home at noon to look for it. I went up to his bedroom with a drink I already spiked and offered it to him.He accepted the drink and a few minutes later, it took its tole on him. I led him to the bed, and stylishly set my phone's camera to film us while straddling him and acting like we were making out.
(JARED'S POV)I pressed the doorbell button on the wall beside the door, and waited for a response, but a few minutes later, none came forth. I tried again, but got same unresponsiveness. Confirming my suspicion, I grasped the door handle, and sure enough, it was locked. I mentally smacked myself. “Of course,” I muttered. What did I expect at 10 am on a working day? Ashley, like most working professionals would be at her job.A sudden realization dawned on me. If Ashley was at work, and Arielle had sought refuge with her yesterday, perhaps Arielle was at her workplace too.That decided, I swiftly retraced my steps to the car. I was going to look for Arielle at the restaurant. As I drove, my mind wandered. I hope Arielle would be willing to listen, knowing how stubborn she can be when upset.Speaking of apologies, I shouldn't apologize to her empty-handed. I decided to get her favorite flowers, lavender. I spotted a supermarket a few meters ahead and pulled over. Inside, I picked ou
(JARED'S POV)I arrived home and hurried inside. As I entered the living room, I was met with the sight of Sofia sprawled on the couch, munching on junks with the TV blaring in the background. I was disappointed at the sight before me.“Sofia, what's going on here?” I asked, picking up the remote and turning off the TV.She scowled at me. “What's your problem? Why'd you turn off the TV?”“We need to talk,” I said firmly.She hissed and sat up on the couch, crossing her arms defensively. “About what? You left the house without telling me where you were going, and now you want to talk?” I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and not snap. “Sofia, no tantrums, please. I need to ask you about something.”She glared at me for a moment before rolling her eyes. “Fine, I'm listening.”“Yesterday, you saw Arielle when she returned home, right?”“Why are you asking me this? I told you she walked in on us,” Sofia said, the defensive tone back in her voice.“Alright. Do you know why she was h
(ARIELLE’S POV)The aroma of the varieties of food laid out on the table hung in the air, as I sat across the table from my husband, Jared. It was our anniversary, and in commemoration of that, I had suggested that we had an indoor dinner– just the two of us.Despite his usual aloof self, Jared had created time from his usual busy work schedule to honor the occasion, and that was a gesture I considered lovely.I had chosen to sit across from him instead of our usual dinning position–beside him because I wanted to see all of his reactions when I finally broke the good news to him.You see, I just discovered that I am pregnant yesterday from our family doctor, and I stalled the news, so I could break it to Jared during the anniversary dinner.Whatever way would have been better? Celebrating an anniversary, and the conception of a baby. Sounds like a double party to me.“This meal is delicious, Arielle,” Jared commented, interrupting my line of thoughts. "I don't understand why I'm alwa
(ARIELLE POV)Oh well, color me surprised!I blinked severally to ensure that I was not seeing wrongly. My eyes widened in shock, my mind trying to process the scene before me. My husband, Jared, was standing beside another woman, a pregnant woman who claimed to be his wife, in a restaurant where I worked.The woman's words earlier reverberated in my ears, “my husband will have you fired!” My heart pounded, breathing suddenly becoming difficult.I felt like I had just been punched in the gut. I took a step forward, my voice raspy and barely a whisper, “Jared?”Jared met my gaze, his composure unwavering. “Hey, Arielle,” he said in a casual tone,, as if being seen in the restaurant his wife worked in with another woman who claimed he was her husband, was a normal occurrence.My eyes narrowed at him, as I expected him to offer me an explanation.Before Jared could respond, Sofia stepped forward, her face a mask of surprisement, “Oh, you must be Arielle! I’m so sorry for the confusion.
(ARIELLE'S POV)“Ashley, I need to go. Thank you for the information. I will call you back later.”After the phone call with Ashley, I tried my best to handle my whirling thoughts.Jared is always elegant, considerate, and meticulous. I thought I knew this man after three years’ marriage. However, I've never seen him as emotional as he was in the restaurant, nor have I seen him break his promise, twice in a row.I sighed as I stepped down from my car. Upon arriving at home, nothing prepared me for the sight I was met with. Sofia was seated comfortably in the sitting room, and she was not alone. She was with Jared's mother, and they were conversing and laughing happily. While Jared was sitting alone on the single sofa next to them. “What's going on here?” I managed to ask, a lump forming on my throat.As I approached, Jared rose smoothly, reaching for my coat. “I brought Sofia over because Mom wanted to see her,” he explained, his tone measured."You could have told me first," I said
(ARIELLE’S POV)While Sofia clamped her mouth shut, startled by Jared’s sudden appearance, I slowly rose from the chair, still reeling from the shock of all I had heard.I was heartbroken that I had to hear all of that from Sofia, who also doubles as my husband's high school crush. I couldn't believe it. Jared's crush was in our home.I got to Jared and ignored him completely as I walked past, but he tried to talk to me.“Arielle, please listen–” he said, trying to reach for me.I shrugged his hand off and walked upstairs, my eyes welled up with tears. I got to the room and collapsed on the bed, numb, exhausted and disappointed.Just then, a text arrived on my phone. It was from Jared. “I'm sorry,” it read.I sighed and put the phone off, before falling into a turbulent sleep.I prepared for work the next morning, my mind still straying off to the events of the previous day. I woke up to an empty bed, with Jared nowhere in sight. It meant one thing; he didn't sleep in our room last