Gwen. I was busy the whole of today, I had a very important class that I could not miss. A meeting with father later in the afternoon, a meeting with Henry so we could discuss how Jas can be with both of us. Finally, after dragging my ass back for a few days I decided to give him an audience because I thought it was overdue and he hasn’t seen his daughter since that morning. Ryan called earlier regarding information on Jason and I was happy to know the police had found a clue about his parents and they were trying to get in contact with them. When he said it would be hard, I thought his family must be far far away or even too poor not to own a phone but I guess I was wrong. I wasn’t certain yet but I was sure Jason wasn’t an ordinary boy, he must be from some kind of powerful family. But I wasn’t sure yet, I will know more when his parents have been contacted. I had dropped Jas and Jason off at the preschool—the teacher was kind enough to accept Jason for some time even though he
Gwen. He should have thought of the consequences of his actions while he was doing them. I had no bad mind for him or wanted to take his daughter from him either. He should accept this and stop complaining. “Look Gwen, I know that you are mad at me for doing what I did but please think this through. You can’t do this,” he said. “I did Henry and that’s what you are seeing in that paper. I spent sleepless nights thinking about what I could do to help you, and what I can do to bring you closer to our daughter instead of pushing you away. And I came up with that; I think you should agree with me on this. Two days with Jasmine is enough for you,” I explained. “It isn’t! What am I supposed to do with her in just two days?” He asked. I looked at him ridiculously, putting my hands on my lap, and shrugged. “You can do anything you want with her in those two days, I won’t interfere Henry, and besides why are you complaining when you have your mistress by your side? Emily is there to keep
Henry. I see the moment she shuts down her emotions, the moment she decides not to feel or hear anything I say. Gwen thinks I know nothing about her, she thinks I have no idea about what type of person she is. She’s wrong, I have lived with her for years while we were married and I know the kind of person she was; she was kind, soft-hearted, and sweet and though she had those amazing qualities I still didn’t see us belonging together. Even though I did not stay in the house with her much while we were still married, I knew a few important things about her. Yet, what I noticed right now was that she had stopped herself from feeling anything when I was around. She put on the mask like she didn’t care if anything did happen to me but deep down I know she did care. The Gwen sitting before me now was a totally different Gwen from the one I knew before. “You do not mean that Gwen,” I said staring at her with disbelief. I couldn’t bring myself to sign this even if I knew this was a good
Gwen. After so much back and forth Henry left my place when it was dark and late and I had no way to go meet my father so I called and scheduled for another meeting with him tomorrow morning. Nina and Jade refused to bring the kids back and I didn’t mind because I wouldn’t want them to see me this way. I freshened up but was still staring at the paper, Henry didn’t sign; he refused to sign even if it meant him, not seen his daughter for quite some time. I wonder what he was thinking when he walked out of my apartment angrily. He looked pissed and at a point, I thought he was going to angrily sign the paper but he didn’t and made me know he wouldn’t sign it now or later. I slept off with a lot of thought on my mind, and I was glad I didn’t have any more nightmares. ……..The next morning, I drove to my father's company since he was hell-bent on seeing me. I parked at the parking lot, before going inside. Since it has been a long I came here I wondered if anyone would ever recogniz
Henry. I had just one route in this week and that’s to get Gwen to change her mind. I fucked up with what I had done but I was willing to change—I wanted to change. I was ready to change. I stalked them and made sure I knew where they were going at all times and tried to approach..key word, ‘tried’. I don’t always have the heart to go and meet them and this my ‘little adventure’ just as Emily called it has placed a strain on our relationship. She was getting angry, and nagging a lot and at times I completely got tired of her. She was a beautiful woman but most times I just look at her and wonder what the hell was wrong with her. Just last week I unintentionally missed her visit to the doctor, I know I was at fault for missing such an important day in our lives but I was busy and I wanted to call her to cancel and maybe reschedule but I couldn’t because I forgot. But Emily certainly had other plans, she barged into my office raining insults on me while crying, I decided to ignore h
Gwen. When my father told me I was going to be the acting CEO for some time I honestly didn’t expect it. I had thought I would start from the bottom before getting to the top since I had no single degree in business but I had thought wrong. As if that wasn’t enough, Father went ahead to invite the press and I even heard him saying something about hosting a party for me. He wanted to tell everyone that his long-lost daughter had come back. I still haven’t agreed to that but I knew I would. The day went slow for me but I enjoyed every bit of my stay at the company. I learned a lot of good stuff about the company from my father, the CFO, and some other high-ranking staff. I was set to begin work the next day which was Tuesday and I just couldn’t wait. “Hey papa,” I knocked gently on his door and ducked my head in even though the door wasn’t locked. “Gwen,” he called as he brought his eyes up. His eyes watch me. “You’re leaving already?” “Yes, Jas just called with Nina’s phone
Gwen. I was tired. Unusually tired this morning, I woke up after having that annoying nightmare again but this time it was more vivid and it felt like I was living in it instead of just dreaming about it. My head ached but I knew I had to stand up from this bed and prepare for my first day at work. I still had time though since it was six thirty and I leave by eight-thirty. But my lazy self was too tired to stand up, so I tried closing my eyes again to sleep since I couldn’t have a better one last night. The sound of my doorbell ringing woke me up. I frowned and looked at the time again to make sure I didn’t doze off; six thirty-three was visibly glaring at me. Which meant I didn’t sleep long. The doorbell rang again and again. I groaned as I cursed whoever was at the door. I was supposed to have maybe an hour or thirty minutes sleep before getting up but whoever that’s at the door had other plans. Getting up in annoyance, I threw a bathrobe on and marched to the living room angri
Gwen. A week has passed and I felt more and more stressed. Going to work, taking care of the kids, and having to study almost every day was taking a huge toll on me. And then I have to appear on the news more often than I thought so the whole world knows about me being the heiress of the Mars family. It was frightening and at the same time exciting for me, I have always liked to live a low-profile life—where no one knows who I am when I enter a place. But I don’t think I can have that life now that everyone knows about me in the business world. My apartment, the one place I thought would be a better home for me wasn’t that safe for me. The place wasn’t too heavily guarded—one of the reasons I love the area but with the reporters trying to get into my personal space, father had to employ some guards for me. So now anywhere I am going, a guard must accompany me which was both exhausting and embarrassing. I was so tired that I kept on postponing the dinner date I had with Ryan, it wa