(Sybil’s POV)Panicking, I grabbed my phone right away and called Mark. After what seemed like an eternity, I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard his voice. “Mark,” I said after we got the usual greetings out of the way, “John has a fever. I just checked, and he’s really hot to the touch. What should I do?”His voice was calm and comforting. “It sounds to me like he has a minor infection. The best thing to do is to give him something to control his fever, like aspirin, and put a cool, wet cloth on his forehead. Keep him hydrated, of course. I’m sure he’ll be fine after sleeping it off. If not, call me back.”“Thanks, I’ll do all of that.” After we said our goodbyes and hung up, I set about gathering all of the things that Mark had told me would help bring down John’s fever.John took the pills when I handed them to him. As I sat down on the side of the bed to place a cold compress on his forehead, he reached up with his good hand and lightly brushed my fingers. “Come and lie down b
(John’s POV)The fact that there weren’t any usable condoms should have stopped us before we ended up going too far, but I wanted her so badly that I was prepared to risk it. I still felt a bit hot, even though it wasn’t nearly as bad as the night before, and I knew that feeling her cool skin against me would help a lot.It was obvious that she wanted me just as much, if not more. Unfortunately, because of my injured arm, I had to be careful of the way that I moved. Sybil was aware of this, and took control but very gently. She knew exactly what I liked. Her hands and mouth were roaming all over my body. Once I was inside her, she moved slowly at first, then progressively faster and faster, until we both climaxed.Afterwards, she was laying on top of me, both of us breathing heavily. I couldn’t help but think about the last time we had done this. That, of course, had ended badly. I knew now that it had been wrong of me to accuse her of poking holes in all of the condoms. She wasn’t th
(Sybil’s POV)When I woke up next to John, I scolded myself for getting carried away once again. It had seemed like the right thing to do in the heat of the moment, but now that I was able to think clearly, I knew that I had made a mistake.I looked at John, who was sleeping soundly beside me. He had a satisfied smile on his face, I noticed. He obviously didn’t think that this was a mistake, which infuriated me. This wasn’t getting us any closer to a divorce.I got up and put some clothes on. It was still early in the day, but I desperately needed a drink, so I decided to go to Darcy’s. I knew that I would be able to find something to drink in the house, but I was also hoping to talk to Emma. By going to Darcy’s, I would be able to do both.When I got there, I was surprised to find Mark sitting in one of the booths. “Hi, Mark,” I said, waving to him, “what brings you here?”He looked at me and gave me a small smile. “I’m day-drinking,” he said, raising his glass.Emma walked over to u
(Sybil’s POV)I was beyond nervous as I sat in a chair at Othello Magazine’s headquarters later that day, waiting to meet the chief editor. Emma had made this happen, and I would forever be grateful to her for telling her friend about me, but I was suddenly filled with a feeling of self-doubt. What if the chief editor ended up not liking me, or didn’t like my story after she’d had more time to think about it? I knew how harmful it was to think these things, but I couldn’t keep those thoughts out of my head.The last time that I was nervous to this extent was when I took all of those pregnancy tests. That situation had worked out to my advantage, I reminded myself. Maybe this one would as well.I looked around, and saw a man walking by. He looked so familiar, and it took me a minute to place him. Liam had been a teacher’s assistant with Willa’s class when she was pretending to study creative writing at university. I had met him a few times back then, when I had to hand in Willa’s assi
(Alex’s POV)I drove up to the headquarters of Othello Magazine, wondering how Sybil’s interview went. I hoped that she could get her story published. That could be the start of a great career for her. After parking the car, I got out to see if she was outside. She wasn’t there yet, so I leaned against the car and waited.After a couple of minutes, I saw her walk out of the building, but she wasn’t alone. She was deep in conversation with this guy, looking like she was enjoying his company. I took a closer look at the guy. He definitely looked familiar, but where had I seen him before? I racked my brain, trying to think of who this guy could be. It bugged me that I couldn’t figure it out.I guessed that he was a publisher of some sort. I mean, why else would he be in that building? As I watched him talk to Sybil, flashing her a bright smile with his perfectly straight white teeth, I realized that my annoyance wasn’t just due to the fact that I couldn’t seem to identify him, even thoug
(Sybil’s POV)As Alex and I got into his car, I saw that he wasn’t as talkative as he usually was. “Is something wrong?” I asked him.“Nothing’s wrong,” he said quickly, as if my question had startled him, “I was just thinking about that guy I saw you with just now. I feel as though I’ve seen him before, but I can’t think of where.”“Oh, that’s Liam. He was a teacher’s assistant in the creative writing program when we were at university. I met him a few times when I handed in the assignments that Willa was passing off as her own.” I then remembered that Alex didn’t know about any of that. “You know the story I told you about earlier, that might be published in the magazine? It’s something that I wrote in high school. Willa saw it at the time, and claimed that she was the one who wrote it.”Alex smirked. “Of course she would do something like that.”“That’s not the end of it. She somehow thought that she should study creative writing, so that’s what she did at university. Like I said,
(Sybil’s POV)After a while, Mrs. Rutherford stood up from her chair. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a few things to do before dinner. You two continue what you’re doing.” She smiled at both me and Amelia, then left the room. I still wasn’t sure why she was trying to be nice to me, but whatever.After a few minutes, Amelia looked up from the game that we were playing. “Are you and John getting back together?” she asked innocently. “I know he’s here. He came up to see me earlier.”I reached over to take her hand. “No, honey, we’re still going to get a divorce.” I smiled at her. “You and I will still see each other, though, just like we’re doing right now. You never have to worry about that.”“Does this have something to do with Willa?” She looked at me intently.I didn’t know how much she understood about the situation with Willa, or even whether she knew about any of it. I decided not to go into that, at least not until I knew how much of it she was aware of. I would probably just end u
(Sybil’s POV)There was a lot of tension in the air during dinner, even though there were much fewer people than last time. It was just me, John, Alex, John’s parents and his grandparents.As the main course was being served, I looked across the table at John and noticed that he was looking at his plate with frustration. I didn’t understand it at first, because I knew how much he liked steak. Was there something wrong with it, or with the broccoli or boiled potatoes that accompanied it? I looked at my own plate, but everything looked delicious.I made eye contact with him and raised my eyebrows, silently asking him what the problem was.He looked at the plate, then back at me. His gaze shifted to his left arm, and it finally dawned on me. He obviously hadn’t told anybody about his injury. If he had, the kitchen staff would have definitely cut up his food before it was brought out to him. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t seem to want anybody to know what had happened to him.I nodde