(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
(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
(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
(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
(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)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
(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