Lennox’s POV I felt a surge of emotions course through my veins when Diamond walked away with Timothy. I was angry. No, angry was an understatement. I was raving, and for reasons I still hadn’t admitted to myself. I raked a hand through my hair, unable to get the image of Diamond standing up to me because of Timothy, and eventually walking away with him out of my head. I was very uneasy about her relationship with the man and it wasn’t because I felt like there was still something between us, and there were so many things she was yet to tell me about her life since our divorce. Timothy sprang up from nowhere. Sure, I have seen him a couple of times around the hospital, he had completed his residency two years ago, but how dare he be interested in Diamond? What gave him the impetus to think that he could just go for any woman he wanted? Most especially, Diamond Caddell. Did he not know of our history together? Was she really considering going out on a date with him? What would that
DiamondI woke up to the unfamiliar hardness of the bed. At first, it didn’t register in my head where I was. But when I tossed and turned, slowly opening my eyes to my reality, I found that it wasn’t just the bed that was unfamiliar. Everything about this room was unfamiliar. Needless to say, I had no idea where the hell I was. I sprang up from bed, all traces of sleep instantly disappearing from my eyes as I searched my surroundings and memory frantically, wondering how I got here. I traced my steps back in my head. The last thing I remembered was being with Timothy after the surgery…I had been discarding the surgical gloves and hair net, as well as face mask when Timothy came up to me beaming like a little child that had just been handed a pack of candy. “Diamond, I’m short of words. You were awesome back there, you saved that man’s life.” I chuckled. Saying I saved that man’s life was a stretch, he was going to live either way, just with a few minor complications. “I’m
DiamondMy shock quickly dissipated into anger when I recalled the conversation Lennox and Braden had been having right before I walked in. Why wouldn't he just let this be? Why wouldn't he just believe me when I say that he is not the father of my kids? Why does he have to poke nose and go as far as interrogating my confession just to find out the truth? What, even, was he expecting to happen? That I decide to start a family with him and if he ever finds out that he's really the father of my boys? “Are you really going to stoop this low Lennox?” I spat out, stomping forward to take Braden by his arm and pull him towards. Lennox lowered his eyebrows in confusion, unsure of what I was talking about but a deep frown formed on my face and I wasn't going to take this innocent act from him. “What the hell do you want from me Lennox? After everything you put me through, why can't you just fucking leave me alone?” I had let my anger get the best of me and cussed out right in front of my k
"When do you plan to divorce her?"Today is my sister's cradle ceremony but here I am arriving so late. I spent all night undergoing a surgery and I had thought I would make it in time but the surgery was so critical that it spans down to this morning. To say I'm exhausted, is an understatement but I've to do this. When I arrived at my family’s mansion, I heads straight to my sister room to surprise her with the gift I have for her since I am told she is in her room. But while approaching her door, I had been hearing some faint voices protruding from her room. Seems like she is having a serious banter with a man but nothing has been clear till I hears her talking about divorce. I don't know why but it spur up a little bit of curiosity in me. "You know I can't just divorce her without a good reason babe. I'm still trying to come up with a plan..." I nearly trip and almost let go of the box of gift beneath my arm. Is it just me? Or does that baritone voice sound all too familiar t
"What?!... wait... Diamond you don’t Fucking mean that...” I scoff hard as Lennox’s voice comes after me when I storm out of the room. As I storms down the lobby he’s coming behind me in long strides. “Demand!”“Diamond... hold the hell up.” I completely ignore him. I arrive at the living room in no time and it is just as lively as I had left it. Guests eating, drinking, most of them hanging around with the new born baby as my mother scuffles her in her arms. No one seems to notice my presence at first until Lennox catches up with me. “Diamond!” He grips my wrist sharp to pull me back but I didn’t know how it happened. My hands acted out on it own and in the next split second, a hot thunderous slap landed across Lennox’s face. It come out so loud and sharp that it aggregated the baby to Cry from that far and it alarms every single person in the room. Some has their dish crashing down, bottles crashing, gasping and some standing up. I’m not so surprise to see the terrifying s
My eyes flips open and I’m feeling a dull ache in my head. My eyes scan around and I see cannulas connected to my wrist but I’m a thousand percent sure the bed I’m lying on isn’t as rocky as a hospital bed and neither is the room. The room kinda looks and smells familiar but I’m unable to figure out whose room I am or how I got here in the first place but thankfully, the door flips open and Aaron trudges in clad in his medical coat. “You are awake!” He drops the pile of files he’s holding on the cabinet and rushes towards me on the bed. “How are you feeling now?” He inquired and I pulled myself up to sit down, he quickly guided me up. “I’m feeling a slight headache. What happened? To me?” I mutter, my memory in jumbles. Last I remember, we were all in court and I’d Divorce Lennox. What happened after that?“You passed out yesterday at the court, so I had to bring you down here.” I passed out? “What happened, I mean what’s wrong with me?” I rasps, getting worried. Aaron smil
Three years later. “Hayden! Braden!! Jayden!!!” I holler on top of my lungs as I step into the very room I cleaned up yesterday. It was sparkling and everything was in perfect order but now I can’t even recognize it anymore. The whole place is in shambles. Clothes, shoes, toys and junk papers are strewn everywhere. On the floor. Bed. Dresser. Closet. Gosh! Did a party go down here that I’m not aware of? “Jayden! Bra...” I am hollering again when three identical boys suddenly pop out from one of the inner rooms. They are frowning and almost shivering like scaredy cats. as if already knowing they are in for it. I fold my arms to my chest maintaining a stern look as I stare at them. They look just like tiny clones of me. All round faces, his cat-like shape eyes, high bridge nose, full lips, but their chestnut curly hair is just same as the man I don’t want to remember. They also have his hazel eye contacts. Sometimes I wish they didn’t pick anything from him but that’s nature ri
I sit on the bed, clutching a framed photograph of a docile looking man. He’s on a white sparkling white coat radiating with a smile. it took a tear to dab on the surface of the frame, for me to realize I had been crying. I’m crying profusely. It's been a year now ever since Aaron passed away, but the pain still feels as raw as the day I lost him. I could never bring myself to forget him. To forget all he had sacrificed for me and the kids. After that incident with him fainting while urging the children to school, I rushed him to the hospital, where he was diagnosed with lung cancer. Because it was already in the late stages, there was nothing we could do to save him. And just like that, he passed away the following few months. He was a devoted father to the triplets and a very supportive and caring friend even to his last breath, as all he had was willed to the triplets, just to make sure they were comfortable even after his passing. His absence has left a void in my heart and t