(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
(John’s POV)Once Sybil had calmed down a bit, I smiled at her and held her close. “It’s been a long day. How about we go to bed?”She nodded, sniffling. “That’s a good idea. I want to forget everything that happened here tonight.”I wanted her to put all of that out of her mind as well. I took her hand and led her up the stairs to our bedroom. When we were both ready for bed, I saw that she was still a bit upset. I didn’t know exactly what I could do to make her feel better, but I was willing to try anything, because it killed me to see her so worked up. As she got into bed, I pulled the sheets up over her and made sure she was comfortable.“John,” she said, tears streaming down her face, “I’m so sorry for my parents’ behavior tonight. Your parents were so understanding, and I’m extremely grateful for that.” She let out a ragged sob. “I’ll take care of the hospital bill. I can afford it, because of the money I’ve saved up. Besides, I was fully prepared to pay for it. I had no idea th
(Sybil’s POV)I stood in the funeral home, where all of my relatives, some of whom I hadn’t seen since I was very young, were milling about. I could also see Charlie’s friends scattered throughout the room.Charlie looked so peaceful in his coffin. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that he was just asleep. Finally, he was free from all of the suffering that his illness had caused him. He could no longer feel pain, but I could. My heart was broken at the knowledge that my beloved brother, the one person who had loved me unconditionally, was gone from my life forever.“This is all your fault, Sybil.” My mother was suddenly standing beside me, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue as she gazed down at Charlie. I hadn’t even heard her approaching me. It was as though she had just materialized out of thin air.“How is it my fault?” I asked. “Charlie had ALS. We all knew that this would happen sooner or later, and that there was nothing that could be done to prevent his death.”
(Sybil’s POV)The more I thought about it, the more I needed to know what John’s real motives were. Why had he decided to marry me? It wasn’t for love. That much was clear. I didn’t understand what had influenced his decision, and I knew that I had to find out.I was interrupted from my thoughts by John grabbing me and pulling me closer to him. He was clearly awake now.“John,” I asked him, “can I ask you something?”“Of course you can.” He yawned. “What is it?”I turned around so I was facing him. “Why did you marry me?” I asked, my voice quivering from the fear of not knowing what his answer would be.He went silent for a little while. Finally, he looked at me. “You know the reason why.”“That’s just it, John. I don’t know the reason.” I gazed into his eyes. “All I want is an honest answer. I started out as your secretary. Then we started sleeping together a few times.”“I remember those days very well.” He waggled his eyebrows, trying to lighten the mood. “Very well indeed.”“John,