(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)“I know you told me everything already,” Emma said as she handed me a cup of strong, black coffee and sat down with me in the same booth we had been sitting in the night before, “but I just want to make sure I understand.”I gratefully took the coffee from her and started drinking it. I knew that it would help my hangover. “What did I tell you, exactly?”“You said that your husband’s ex, who is now his fiancée, is pregnant.” She leaned back in her seat and looked at me quizzically.“Ex-husband, once he agrees to get a divorce,” I corrected her, “but, yes, that’s exactly right.”She shook her head in bewilderment. “I don’t get what he’s trying to do. Doesn’t he see how much simpler it would be for him if you were divorced? Then he could marry… What did you say her name was, again?”“Willa,” I said, “the one and only Willa Worthington.”“Willa Worthington? The actress?” Emma gawked at me.“That’s the one.” I always forgot that most people just knew Willa as an actress. The
(Sybil’s POV)I hung up the phone, suddenly feeling unsteady on my feet. Emma immediately noticed that something was wrong. She jumped up and took my arm, guiding me to the chair that she had just vacated. “Sybil, what is it?”“That was the hospital. My brother’s condition has gotten much worse.” I sniffled, tears falling freely. I had already told her all about Charlie, so she knew exactly what I was talking about. “I need to go see him.”She gave me a sympathetic smile. “Would you like me to drive you? I’ll even go in with you, if you want me to.”“I’d like that. Thank you.” I smiled back at her, thankful that I didn’t have to go through this alone. She really was a good friend. I called my parents on the way to the hospital.When we got there, I thought that I should mention this to John. He was a shareholder of the hospital, and although he was the last person that I wanted to talk to at the moment, I knew that he would be able to ensure that Charlie got the best care possible. I
(Sybil’s POV)When the doctor came out of Charlie’s room, John and I stood up to talk to him, with Emma standing a short distance behind us. The doctor looked so familiar, but I couldn’t place him at first. Then he turned to look at me, and memories came flooding back. It was Mark, one of John’s old friends from school. He had been two years ahead of me, just like John, but I remembered having spoken to him once or twice at school.“Hi, Sybil. It’s been such a long time.” Mark gave me a small smile, though he had a sad look in his eyes. I knew that whatever he had to tell me, it would definitely not be good news.“I know. It’s great to see you,” I replied. Under normal circumstances, I would have wanted to take the time to catch up with him properly, but right now I was just concerned about Charlie. We could talk more later. “You’re Charlie’s doctor? That’s an incredible coincidence!”“Actually, it’s not a coincidence,” he replied, “John asked me to come here.”John smiled at me. “Mar
(Sybil’s POV)I woke up the next morning, still wrapped in John’s warm embrace. It was kind of odd how we were more intimate lately than we ever were before. Our marriage was ending, so we really needed to stop doing this.He was still asleep, his arm pinning me down. I moved it carefully, so as not to wake him, and sat up.His eyes slowly opened and he gazed at me. “Where are you going? It’s not as if you have somewhere to be,” he said groggily, grabbing my arm, “you made it perfectly clear that you were quitting your job and moving out of my house. This apartment is all you have now.”That was true. I was free from all that had been tying me down for the last three years. Well, almost. We still had to officialize our divorce, but it wouldn’t be long now. He had accepted my resignation, so that had to be a good sign.I was this close to starting a new life. A life without my brother in it, I reminded myself as I thought of what Mark had told me the day before. I couldn’t face that id
(Sybil’s POV)When we got to the hospital, John accompanied me up to Charlie’s floor. He didn’t specify why he was doing that, but I had a sneaking suspicion that he just wanted to talk to Mark about my conversation with Emma.We were both surprised to see Willa sitting near Charlie’s bed when we entered his room. She was gazing at him, concern etched on her face. He was unconscious, hooked up to a ventilator. I was devastated to see him like that, and also confused and slightly alarmed to see her sitting there. She had her faults, but I knew that she wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. Still, I didn’t trust her and wondered what had motivated her to come into his room.I approached her. “Willa, what are you doing here?”She turned to me and gave me a small, insincere smile. “I wanted to come and be with Charlie. He has always been just like a brother to me.” She started stroking his hand.This was extremely hard to believe. She had barely even acknowledged him when we were growing up.
(Sybil’s POV)I couldn’t believe it. This was the second time in a few days that Willa had blamed me for injuring her, when it was obviously self-inflicted. The worst thing of all this was that everybody automatically believed her, without even letting me tell my side of the story.Willa touched the side of her face that she had just slapped. “Why did you do that, Sybil?” She glowered at me. “If you really want to punish me for whatever it is you think I did, at least wait until after the baby is born. He or she didn’t do anything to you!”John looked at me disapprovingly. “Beating up a pregnant woman, Sybil? Seriously? How could you sink so low?” He helped Willa get up off the floor.I rolled my eyes, sick of Willa’s behavior. “I didn’t hit her. She did it herself.”John gave me a look that clearly showed that he did not believe me, as he put a protective arm around Willa. “Come on, Sybil,” he said, “I know that you’re upset right now, but this is going much too far. You should apolo
Sorry it’s been a while! You may think that this story has been abandoned, but fear not! You can still follow the adventures of Sybil, John and the others in the sequel–Hidden Heiress: My Ex is Addicted to Me. The story will start a few months later for our characters but the drama is even more intense! I am still working on it but don’t worry, it will come.
(Sybil’s POV)I walked into the hospital, going over what I would say when face to face with Charlie. I had known the truth for over twelve hours now, but it wasn’t any less of a shock. The Worthingtons had been so supportive the night before, promising to give me space until I was mentally and emotionally ready to deal with the fact that I was their biological daughter. I didn’t blame them for anything, because as they had told me, they’d only just found this out themselves a few days ago. They had also been shocked, which was why they had kept it to themselves until now.I wondered if Willa knew about any of this. She had always accused me of wanting to be her, ever since she got her hands on the story that I wrote. Now it turned out that, if things had turned out differently, I actually would be living a similar life to what she was living now. I would have grown up in a loving household, with parents who loved me.Unfortunately, thinking about Willa reminded me of when I had hea
(Sybil’s POV)The next afternoon I decided that I should turn my phone back on, just in case someone was trying to reach me for reasons other than the scandal or John. I didn’t want to miss anything concerning Charlie, for example.I saw that I had a message from the Worthingtons, so I phoned them back. It did me so much good to hear Mrs. Worthington’s voice, especially now. She had always been a comforting presence, and ever since I was a child, I enjoyed spending time with both her and Mr. Worthington.“Hi, Sybil. We just wanted to see how you were holding up. Whoever wrote that nasty article doesn’t know you at all!”“I’m still in shock, but just talking to you makes me feel better.” I smiled. “I’m sorry it took a while to get back to you. My phone was turned off for much of yesterday, because I just needed to take a break.”“That’s understandable. Would you like to come over for dinner tonight?”“That sounds wonderful!” I grinned. “I could use good company.”***A few hours later,
(Sybil’s POV)The day after the meeting with John and our lawyers, I wasn’t really in the mood to talk to anyone or go anywhere. Emma had taken me to Darcy’s as promised yesterday, which was a nice distraction, but I knew that it was only temporary and that I couldn’t run away from my problems forever.I couldn’t stop thinking about the way that John had looked at me at the meeting. His eyes had been full of hatred. I knew that he was hurt by what he assumed to be true. I couldn’t blame him for feeling that way, but if he had just given me a chance to explain that what the article said about me wasn’t true, maybe we could have talked things through. Then he wouldn’t have signed the divorce papers impulsively.Or would he still have refused to believe me? Probably, knowing him. He could be very stubborn at times, not willing to change his way of thinking, even when there was actual proof that he was wrong.Still, I would have liked an opportunity to at least try to clear up the misun
(John’s POV)After signing the divorce papers, I just had to get out of that room. I’d had just about all I could take of Sybil sitting there pretending that she hadn’t paid that guy to take pictures of us. Just recently, she’d acted horrified when I told her about the indecent photos of us. She’d claimed not to know about any of that, and she was so convincing that I actually believed her and felt awful for telling her everything. I was such an idiot! How could I let myself be fooled like that?I couldn’t believe my eyes this morning when I woke up on her sofa and decided to check my phone to see what was going on in the world. I went on a news website, and there was one of the photos. At first, before I read the article, I was afraid that the photos had resurfaced for some reason, despite my family’s efforts to keep that from happening.I wasn’t really afraid for myself, because I was used to being in the spotlight for both negative and positive reasons. Because of who my family
(Sybil’s POV)I was extremely grateful that Emma had shown up when she did. I really didn’t want to deal with all of this on my own. Now that I knew, or at least suspected, that John had read the lies that were being spread about me and the reason for our marriage, I had a sinking feeling that he wouldn’t believe me if I tried to explain that none of it was true. I didn’t know what I would do the next time I had to face him.After a while, I knew that I should get ready for my meeting with Jane. “Sorry to cut this short,” I said to Emma, “but I should get dressed and go see my lawyer.”“I can drive you, if you want.” She gave me a supportive smile.“Would you?” I looked at her. “That would be great. Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to sit in on all the legal stuff. Believe me, there are times when I wish that I didn’t have to listen to all those complicated terms.”She laughed. “I completely understand that! I actually have a book in the car that I’m in the middle of reading. I’ll be able
(Sybil’s POV)I woke up the next morning, my head still spinning from both all the drinking I had done and the excitement of knowing that my story would soon be published. There was a sense of optimism that I still wasn’t quite used to, but I finally felt as though my life was heading in the right direction.I got out of bed and left the room to go and see John. He had promised me that he would spend the night on my sofa and be there when I woke up, and I had no reason to doubt that he would keep his promise.When I went into the living room, however, he wasn’t there. I wasn’t too concerned, because I knew that things came up sometimes, like an emergency meeting or some other reason for him to have to leave right away. If I was still asleep whenever he had to go somewhere, he was always careful not to wake me. He was considerate that way. Also, I knew that he would usually explain everything later, when he had time.I’d be lying, though, if I said that I wasn’t a little disappointed t
(Alex’s POV)I phoned Willa as soon as I stepped out of Darcy’s, looking behind me to make sure that nobody from our group was following me. I didn’t want Sybil to know what I was up to. “You were able to get the photographer to change his story? How did you manage that?”“Yes, it’s all taken care of,” she replied, “I had my private investigator track him down. It was fairly easy to find the guy, apparently. I was able to talk to him and persuade him to paint Sybil in a more negative light. Can we meet somewhere to talk about this? Somewhere where we wouldn’t run the risk of bumping into anyone we know?”“Sure,” I said, “where did you have in mind?”“We’re not going to a bar.” She sounded annoyed when she said this, which brought a grin to my face, remembering how pissed off she had seemed the night before when I’d ordered a drink in front of her. I stifled a laugh as I thought of the look on her face before she had left.”“Okay, fine.” I had just had enough to drink anyway, with Sybi
(John’s POV)Sybil didn’t seem to mind me accompanying her to her apartment. In fact, she smiled at me gratefully when I helped her out of the car and put my arm around her to steady her as we walked into her building. She leaned against me, putting her head on my shoulder.When we went into her apartment, she gave me a small smile. “Thanks for bringing me home, John. I think I had a tiny bit too much to drink.”“Just a bit,” I chuckled, “but it was no trouble at all. You know that I would do anything for you.”She looked at me with slight skepticism. “Would you?”“Of course I would.” I smiled and held her a bit tighter. “Why would you think otherwise?”She didn’t answer, but she didn’t try to get out of my grasp either. I could tell that she was softening toward me. It seemed lately like our conversations would usually end in an argument, and sometimes with her threatening yet again to divorce me, but she was behaving differently right now. Of course, it could have just been the fac