(Sybil’s POV)I woke up the next morning with a searing headache, and my mouth felt like something had crawled into it and died. I was in a bed, but I couldn’t remember how I had ended up there. The last thing that I remembered was drinking and talking with Alex and Emma at Darcy’s. Everything after that was a blur. From the way I felt right now, I knew that I had had a lot to drink.I tried to sit up and get out of bed, but found that there was a man’s arm draped across my waist. I panicked, trying desperately to remember what had happened the night before. My eyes hadn’t adjusted yet to the sunlight shining in the window, and I didn’t know where I was, or who I was with. This was awful!Or was it? I could use this to my advantage, I suddenly realized. John was stubbornly refusing to divorce me, even though I was sure that he knew it was the best solution for both of us. But what if I gave him a specific reason? If I confessed to John that I had cheated on him, maybe he would finall
(Sybil’s POV)I knew that I shouldn’t let John kiss me. I tried to resist at first, but found it more difficult as the kiss went on. The feel of his lips on mine had always sent a chill running down my spine, and now was no exception. Logically, I knew that it was a bad idea. We shouldn’t be doing this, not now. It didn’t solve all of the problems between us. It just provided a temporary reprieve from them.I couldn’t help melting into his embrace, though, and kissing him in return. It was as though my body and my brain were no longer connected. He’d always had this effect over me. Most of the time, I would ultimately end up giving in to his demands, whether or not I was in the mood.Now that I thought about it, our marriage was mostly based on sex. Sure, we enjoyed each other’s company in other ways. We talked to each other about all sorts of things, just not anything too personal. We also had a similar taste in movies and television. Sometimes we just hung out together. We usually
(Sybil’s POV)John looked at me for a minute, probably trying to figure out if I was telling the truth. Then he turned to walk out of the bathroom. “I’m going to the hospital to see Willa,” he said. Finally, he was doing the right thing. He should have been with her the night before, not with me.I decided to stay in the bathroom for a few minutes, to give John the chance to get dressed and leave. While I was there, I thought that it would be a good idea to take a shower. I knew that it would help me feel better, both physically and mentally.After putting on some clothes, I went down to the dining room for breakfast. I didn’t really feel like eating, but I thought I should at least try. I hadn’t eaten anything for dinner the night before. I had only eaten some pretzels while I was at Darcy’s.My mother-in-law was already sitting at the table, staring at me as I walked in and sat down. “You look terrible,” she said, “but then again, it’s no wonder.” She clucked disapprovingly at me.I
(Sybil’s POV)Everyone said that a man will grant you anything after sex. I was presently trying to see if there was any truth to this theory. My husband John had come home earlier after being away on business for a month. As soon as he walked in the door, even before saying hello, he ripped my clothes off and dragged me into the bedroom. I went willingly. We rarely had sex as it was, and we both needed this right now, after being alone for all that time. We were making up for lost time, and there was a sense of urgency that wasn’t usually there. Afterwards, I lay on top of him, feeling his chest slowly rising under me. I was glowing after our lovemaking. I gazed at him and decided that now would be a good time to bring up what was on my mind. “Where is my anniversary present?” I smile playfully as I nuzzle into his chest.It wasn’t that long ago that I was working as his secretary until that fateful night when, after working long hours, we shared our first night together. That
(Sybil’s POV)I gawked at John, hurt by his words. “Trapped you? If I remember correctly, you were the one who decided that we should get married.”“That was before I knew how devious you were,” he spat, his eyes narrowed. “You only pretended to agree to the contract. I should have known you would do this to me!”“Do what?” I didn’t like this side of him at all.“Try to saddle me with a little brat! Then it would be impossible to make a clean break when our time is up.” John shook his head in disappointment at my perceived deception. I couldn’t figure out who could have possibly poked holes in all the condoms. All I knew was that I wasn’t capable of such a vile thing. “How many times do I have to tell you that it wasn’t me?”He glowered at me and shifted so that we were no longer touching. “I know it was you. Nobody else ever touches my stuff.”That last part was true. For as long as I’d known him, John was always a very private person. It was very clear from day one of our marri
(Sybil’s POV)After Mary left I got out of bed and put some clothes on. I was hungry, so I went down to the kitchen. I had made some ceviche earlier today, because I knew it was John’s favorite. I hadn’t known at the time that he would be home for our anniversary, but I wanted to be prepared just in case. He wasn’t around now to enjoy it, of course, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have some.After taking it out of the fridge, I served myself a plate. I sat down at the dining room table and poured myself a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. I raised the glass in a silent toast to the death of my dream of being Mrs. John Rutherford for real.Mary suddenly burst into the dining room at full speed. “Pardon me, madam,” she panted, “but Miss Amelia is running a fever. The doctor is with her now.”I looked up at her in concern. “Oh, no!”Amelia was John’s little sister, although he was old enough to be her father. Their parents had her when they were close to fifty. From what I understood, after John
(Sybil’s POV)They both turned around when they heard the door open. I got a good look at the woman and immediately recognized her. It was none other than Willa Worthington, a famous actress who just happened to be John’s former fiancée. She had been abroad for the past three years, but evidently she had just returned.I was very well acquainted with her, too. We had known each other our entire lives. We weren’t exactly best friends growing up, far from it. My parents had worked as servants for her wealthy parents. I got along well with Mr. and Mrs. Worthington, and they had even offered to pay for my education, something that Willa clearly resented. We ended up going to the same schools, where she and her snooty friends used to torment me, making fun of me because my family was significantly less wealthy than theirs. I wasn’t really all that surprised to see how lovey-dovey John and Willa seemed to be with each other, to be honest. After all, our marriage had never meant anything
(Sybil’s POV)The driver and I were chatting away when all of a sudden, he went silent and stared at the rearview mirror. “Miss,” he said, “I think we’re being followed. Is it someone you know?”I turned around to take a look, and immediately recognized John’s car. “I’m afraid so.”“Would you like me to stop the car?” He gave me a look of concern.“Yes, please.” As soon as he stopped the car, I got out. I turned back to him. “Would you mind waiting? This will just take a minute.”“No problem, miss.” The driver nodded.I marched angrily over to John’s car. “What do you want now? Aren’t you needed at the hospital?”“Get in.” John gave me an icy stare, his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly.Against my better judgment, I got into his car, but not before making eye contact with the taxi driver. The driver seemed to understand that I would not need a ride after all, and drove away.John turned toward me once I was seated beside him. “You’re not wearing the earrings