(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
(Willa’s POV)I sat in my car with the window lowered just enough so that I could hear what was going on. John and Sybil walked out of his grandparents’ house deep in conversation, but unfortunately, they were too far away for me to hear what they were talking about. They looked like they were arguing about something, though, which was a good sign.As I watched them, I noticed that they were both heading towards his car. That was typical of Sybil, I thought. She always knew exactly how to bend John to her will. Even if things weren’t working out between them, she still had a hold on him.The last time I had gone to John’s grandparents’ house, I had paid one of the maids to spy on him and report back to me with whatever information she could get. She had phoned earlier to tell me that both John and Sybil were here tonight, and I had driven over as fast as I could, but I was too late. They were both leaving. Together.“Damn it!” I angrily pounded my clenched fists against the steering w
(Alex’s POV)“What?” Willa asked again, giving me the same kind of look that one would give a disgusting insect.To think that my parents had hoped to arrange a marriage between me and that woman after John and Sybil got married. Yeah, right. The only way that could ever possibly happen would be over my dead body!We had both recently returned from England, where I had been responsible for the family business and she had been playing at being an actress. We happened to have a few mutual friends over there, so we were sometimes forced to see each other whenever there was a get-together. Our friends weren’t aware that we knew each other, though, and we preferred to keep it that way.I was never able to stomach her, and I knew that the feeling was mutual.Once, when we were kids, I tried to reason with her, because I didn’t like the way she was treating Sybil. It would range from insults to physical violence. I had even heard her openly threatening Sybil at times. I told Willa to stop do
(Sybil’s POV)John and I walked out of his grandparents’ house. “I thought you’d forgotten about this divorce business, Sybil!” He gave me an icy stare. “What made you change your mind?”“Oh, I think you know,” I answered, clenching my fists, “I’m tired of this. What kind of fool do you think I am? I just wish you could be honest with me.”He shook his head and sighed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”I looked at him, not believing what he was saying. “Let’s just get out of here.” I got into the car.“Fine.” He got in beside me, refusing to look at me.The tension was thick as the car started moving. Neither of us spoke, and we didn’t even look at each other. I really couldn’t understand why he didn’t just tell me that he was the father of Willa’s baby. It didn’t really matter now, anyway, since I had decided to start divorce proceedings even before I knew that she was pregnant.Then why did it bother me so much to have my suspicions confirmed? You’d think that it would jus
(Sybil’s POV)After we had waited in the emergency room for a few hours, a doctor finally showed up and stitched John’s arm back up, wondering how his stitches had burst so fast. After John’s explanation that it was a simple accident and a warning from the doctor to be more careful from now on, he put his shirt back on and we left the hospital. We got back in the car.Since his bloodstained sleeve was always in my field of vision whether I looked directly at it or not, my vision started going black as I felt like I was going to pass out. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. It wasn’t working.John smiled sympathetically at me, noticing my discomfort. “I know how you feel about blood, and I’m so sorry to put you through this.” He took off his shirt and rolled it up into a ball so the blood wasn’t visible. Deciding that this might not be enough, he hid it under his seat. “There. That should make you feel better.”“It does, thank you.” I smiled at him, taking in the sight of
(Sybil’s POV)Before I had time to react to what John had just said, his lips were on mine, kissing me passionately. I tried to pull away from him at first, but after a while, desire overtook me and I no longer had the will to fight him. I returned the kiss, being just as forceful with him as he was with me.It was only when I felt him grab my skirt and push it up that I suddenly regained my sanity. The car had stopped moving. I looked out the window and realized that we were parked in front of his house. The driver wasn’t there anymore, but I didn’t know how long it had been since we arrived.“John!” I tried to shove him away from me, being mindful of his arm. I didn’t want his stitches to pop again. “We’re home. Let’s go upstairs.” I thought that it would be easier to fend off his advances if we were in a location where there was more space to move. I couldn’t let myself get carried away like I did the night before.“I know what you’re doing, you know.” He smiled cruelly at me. “As
(Sybil’s POV)When John and I went into the sitting room, we saw that, sure enough, my parents were there. They were sitting on the sofa with fake smiles plastered on their faces. His parents were sitting opposite them, with equally insincere smiles. They each had a cup of tea in their hand.John and I could only look helplessly at each other. We each had our own reasons to know that this couldn’t possibly end well. We squeezed each other’s hands reassuringly.My mother was the first one to speak up. “Well, I see that you two are still very much in the honeymoon phase, even after three years of marriage!” She looked at me approvingly. I suddenly remembered the mark on my neck. It was too late to hide it, now that she’d obviously seen it.John’s and my rumpled clothes were also a dead giveaway, I realized.She continued, looking at John. “So the rumor about you and Willa isn’t true?” She smiled at him. “I didn’t think it was. You wouldn’t do that to Sybil, would you?”Did I hear her co
(John’s POV)I could only look on, horrified, as Sybil’s mother slapped her. Then I immediately rushed over, grabbed Sybil and shielded her behind me. “Are you okay?” I asked, turning my head to look at her.“I’m fine, John. Don’t worry about it.” She put on a brave face, but I could feel her trembling against my back. That got me wondering if this sort of thing was a regular occurrence.I gaped open-mouthed at Mrs. Smith. The woman had just slapped her own daughter out of nowhere. Sybil hadn’t even done anything that should provoke her. At least nothing that I had noticed. She had simply offered to drive her parents home. Did that really warrant a slap?Mrs. Smith could clearly see how disturbed I was by this. “I’m so sorry about that, John,” she said sadly, “I’m just upset about the hospital bill. It’s much higher than we’d imagined!” She did look distraught, but I could tell that she wasn’t sorry at all for what she did to Sybil. “I’m just glad that your family is helping us financ