Kelly gulped down another shot of tequila as she tried to avoid the man beside her at all cost. She had only come back to the bar with him because he insisted he wanted to talk. That was why she asked him to drop Rhoda off at her husband's office since it was closer to the bar and she had gotten drunk already after two shots. They had gotten back to the bar and all she had done was ignore his questions. There was no point in telling her ex boyfriend of a few hours ago how she was doing, right? Why would he suddenly care about her when she broke up with her some hours ago?"Kelly? Talk to me, please. And stop taking these shots. You're close to getting drunk, babe," the young man said to her with concern wrapped around his voice."Babe? Did you just call me that, Francis?" Kelly asked while looking at him, but tore the eye contact sooner before she drowned in the ocean of his eyes. "You have broken up with me, have you forgotten that? You do not want me anymore. How did you even know
If Jeffery was expecting everything to go smoothly the following day, then he had better think again. What even made him think that Rhoda would be cool with what happened between them?He had woken up first and had gone to the bathroom to bathe, while Rhoda was still sleeping. He had driven her home the previous night and made her sleep on his bed, but they ended up having another round of their love making. To think that she was naked under that blanket was giving him joy somehow and even earned a smile from his lips. Just that…. He had expected too much. He had his doubts in his office the previous day, but after getting home, all of those doubts were wiped off. How could he think everything was going to be okay?He could no longer label what he was feeling for her. She had him grinning like an idiot. I mean, just the day before, he was sure he hated her. And now? He didn't know what to feel. He couldn't have just loved her overnight, could he?He returned to the bedroom to see her
Jeffrey had asked his best friend to hang out with him at their usual bar outside the city to talk over a drink or two. And since they had agreed to go in Jeff's car, he was the one who went to his house to pick him up and they made their way out of the city to Laury's bar. They had made the place their favorite place to hang out because it was where they met for the first time. Then, the bar was run by a middle aged woman who recognized them as her regular customers. The situation that brought them together was quite funny. Jeff had been in high school then and he had skipped school to bring his girlfriend to the place to have some fun and surprisingly, Francis was there for the same reason.But unfortunately and then fortunately for the friends, their girlfriends knew each other and had gotten into a terrible fight that day. They had exchanged numbers that day after separating the girls. And they had been shocked when they found out that the reason the girls fought was because the
Rhoda alighted from her car and walked into the restaurant Tim had asked to meet him. She removed her sunglasses as she entered the dimly lit room and looked around for him. She saw him waved at her and walked towards the table, making up her mind as she went. She had decided to end everything with him and just focus on her marriage. Well, there was a slim chance she was going to live happily ever after with him, but who knows? And the fact that he made love to her should give her hope, right?Every thought aside, she should do the needful first before thinking about the rest. And the needful was breaking up with her boyfriend. That was too soon, but she wasn't doing that because she loved her husband. She was only hoping things could change after what happened between them.She sat before him and exchanged pleasantries. She was a little surprised when he only smiled at her. He would have given her a hug before, but that didn't matter. "You said you wanted to see me. I actually have
"What!" Jeff asked since it seemed as if the table had been turned around on him. He was supposed to be asking the question. He chose to keep quiet because of their open marriage contract. No matter how angry he was or how bad he wanted to confront her, if what happened between them meant so little to her, he could not. But what was she talking about? He was barely controlling his anger, she shouldn't fuel it."You don't know what I am talking about, right?""What are you talking about, Miss? Be more clear if you want me to listen to you. I don't have the time for your bullshit," he said and Rhoda's mouth dropped open."What?""Rhoda, if you have nothing to say, I'll love it if you could move out of my way."Rhoda decided to calm herself down and just let him know her reason for getting mad. "Why did you not hire Tim? Is it because of me?"Jeff's mind strayed for a moment before realizing what she was talking about. "Oh! This is about your loving boyfriend, right? You walked in and s
"What are you talking about all of a sudden?" Aliko Fred, Rhoda's father, asked her wife as if he had no idea what she was talking to him about. Meredith made a face. "Of course, you know what I am talking about," she replied, still with the spoon she was using in the kitchen before she had come to talk to her husband. "I have been thinking about it and I'm still wondering why you've not done anything to it all these years."Fred rubbed his forehead and he did this whenever he was nervous or scared. He might be in his fifties but that didn't mean he had no fears. And this was one of his biggest fears. He said nothing for a while. "Fred?" His wife called. "You're not saying anything."He looked at her from his seat in the living room after turning off the news he was watching on his phone. "Why would you suddenly want to look for her now? It's been like what? Twenty five years? Come on, Meredith, let's just…""Let's just what? You know I never liked the idea in the first place, but y
Jeffrey stomped angrily down the stairs into the living room. He was having another misunderstanding with his wife. Well, that had been happening a lot these days after his sister left the house. And she had moved back to her room, of course. But they always fight over one little thing or another. And he was the one who always started and fuelled the dispute. No matter how calm he tried to be, he could not control himself anytime he remembered that someone banged his wife in a fucking bathroom. Not even the bathroom of a house. The bathroom in a restaurant. No matter how hard he tried to make himself understand that it was none of his business and that she was free to do whatever she wanted with her life since they were in an open marriage, he could not bring himself to. That act was shameful and he didn't like it. Even though he had told no one about what he saw, he was still very mad at her. Just because he told her not to do it in his house, she had to settle for a bathroom? Tha
As Jeffrey parked his car in front of Francis' house, he could not help not remembering how he had suggested and made her sign the open marriage contract.Now that he was thinking about it, he seemed to be the one going against the contract. He had admitted that he liked her, though he knew there was no hope and there was nothing that could be done to that. And besides, all the likeness had disappeared after seeing her in the bathroom that day. He regretted ever thinking she could have a space in his heart. He didn't hate her. Not yet. He was just annoyed. He was… His eyes strayed to the doorstep of Francis' as he was alighting from his car. At first, he thought he was seeing things, but no. He wasn't. His sister and his best friend were kissing. What the fuck was that? When did that start?Angrily, he got out of the car and slammed the door so hard that the two splitted in shock, but were more shocked at the sight of Jeffrey. "Jeff, hold. I can explain. I've always wanted to tell
“Oh, gosh! Rhoda!” He exclaimed as soon as he barged inside. “How did you fall?” He asked as he rushed to her side. She was in tears and couldn't utter a word. He helped her up and hugged her. “It's okay now. You're fine,” he consoled and she tried to subdue the tears. She shook her head in disagreement to what he said. “I'm not fine, Jeff. I don't think I'll ever be able to walk again. I can't even stand up by myself after falling. I am doomed!” She cried. “Sshhh!” He said, looking her in the eyes. “Don't say that. You are not doomed and you'll walk again. I'll make sure that happens,” he assured, wiping her tears with his thumbs. She sniffed and nodded. He lifted her up in his arms and was about to put her back on the bed when she stopped him. “I need to use the restroom,” she said, looking everywhere but him. He smiled at her shyness and helped her to the bathroom and waited outside to help her back to the bed when she was done. “Are you okay now?” He placed her on the bed, po
After being discharged, Rhoda decided to go to Jeff's house. He didn't oppose it. He was surprised instead. Why would she want to go to his place instead of her boyfriend's? And why would the guy agree to it? No matter how he looked at it, it seemed odd to him. She wouldn't even go to her parents' house. Well, Rhoda gave him the excuse that she had to stay with him because of her parents since they didn't know about the boyfriend. Made sense, but at the same time didn't. He said nothing as he drove her to his house and helped her out of the car onto her wheelchair. She has not been able to stand and walk on her own properly even though there has been improvements in her condition, but the doctor insisted that she should keep using the special chair for a while. And of course, just as Jeff had predicted, Rhoda had been against it but had been left with no choice. As he was about to put her on the chair, she glared at him. "Are you kidding? I am not sitting there. I have legs," she
Few days later, the doctors finally concluded that Rhoda had had enough rest and could be visited, but one after the other. Rhoda said nothing as she saw her father walk in. Her mother had just gone out and she knew he was going to do the same thing her mother did. Apologize. And she was already tired of that. She had forgiven them and had told her mother that. She hoped she would relay the message to her father. She was getting bored with the apologies. When would he even come in? She thought. "Dad," Rhoda called and smiled. He held her hand and squeezed it a little. "I am glad you're better now. Rhoda, I am …"She nodded repeatedly. "I know, dad. I know you are sorry. You regretted it. Not telling me about Sharon, the marriage and sending me abroad? I know. I've forgiven you. So, you don't need to apologize."When would anyone ask her how she was feeling and not just assume that she was better? It seemed no one was interested in that even though she had just been to the moon and
Rhoda got rushed to the hospital in an ambulance without much time. Her pulse was very weak and she was bleeding profusely from the gunshot and was barely holding on. Jeff drove behind the ambulance with the family and his friend. He had been warned a couple of times to slow down his speed, but he paid no heed to them. He tried to. It just wasn't working. "Jeff, calm down. You don't want to kill us all and then get to know in heaven that Rhoda made it to your funeral," his sister said and he shot her a glare from the rear view mirror, but said nothing and slowed down. They arrived just as Rhoda was being wheeled in. He ran to her and kept calling her name, begging her to hold on. "You have to make it, babe. Please," he pleaded as he pushed the wheel alongside with the nurses with bloody hands and into the emergency ward. He was asked to wait outside the ward as the doctor and nurses attended to her, so he obeyed hesitantly, but not before using everything he knew and believed in t
Jeff's phone started ringing. He rolled over on his bed and looked at the phone beside him to check who the caller was. He didn't bother picking up when he realized it was his best friend. Ex-best friend. Moments later, it started ringing again and that happened a couple of times more until he got frustrated and forced to pick up. He put the phone to his ear. "What's up?""There's something I need to tell you," Francis said from the other end. "And it's urgent. Can you come over now? Please?"Jeff was still sleepy and it was evident in his voice. "Why would I? Sorry, but no. Bye…" he said and put the phone out of his ear. "Rhoda," Francis said as fast as he could before he hung up and Jeff put the phone back to his ear and sat upright immediately. The sleep left his eyes all of a sudden. "What's wrong with Rhoda? Oh, wait! Is she your partner too? Is that what you want to confess?" He was irritated and annoyed and he didn't bother hiding that from his tone. "Jeff, no. You know she'
Rhoda paced her room back and forth as Steve told her about the man he had seen that was following her. From the description, she knew who it was. He had found her. It seemed that fate wanted them to cross paths again. "I told him I am your husband –"She squeezed her face as she tried to re-listen to what he had just said. "You did what? You told him that you're my husband?" That would make him confused. "He wasn't sure if it was you. Well, with the look on his face, he was quite sure, but I stopped him from following you," Steve said as he crossed his legs and relaxed on her bed. He sensed and noticed the anger that was building up in her, but chose to ignore it. She wouldn't get mad at him. And if she would, he was ready for it. He would readily take her anger. He was going to be protective of her until the end. Rhoda had been an amazing person and he had grown to love her. He wouldn't let her go back into a life where she wasn't valued and appreciated. He was even ready to fathe
Sharon got out of her car and walked to the entrance of her parents' house. She paused at the door as she hesitated on knocking. She was going in to see her parents. Her biological parents. She had seen them before, of course, but then she had been pretending to be sick. Now, she was all well and good, going in as their only daughter. The only daughter of the parents who gave her up for adoption because they didn't want her. She wasn't needed. And now, she was going, pretending to be someone she was not. The original daughter. That realization stung and it hurt her really bad. She raised her head and fought back her tears because she wasn't the type that cry. They didn't even look for her. She had wasted so many years thinking they would, but it was sad that they were fine without her. The hurt pierced through her heart, but she refused to let a tear drop. She had become too strong for that. She hoped. It was obvious she was an unwanted child. It was only a matter of time and she wou
Meredith walked closer to where her husband was sitting and took her seat beside him. He had been avoiding her and saying little or no words to her ever since their argument. He was about to stand up and leave when she grabbed his arm. "How long do you plan to ignore me? Please, listen to what I have to say, at least."Rhoda's father said nothing and took his seat again. He ignored her totally and continued with the news he was reading on his iPad. "It was a mistake, Fred. A terrible mistake that I — regret.""Really?" He asked sardonically."Listen to me, please. I admit I allowed something wrong with your brother, but the kids are yours. Believe me," Meredith pleaded. She tried to hold her husband's hands, but he jerked them away. "Don't touch me, Meredith. Why are you so adamant about this? Why won't you admit it? Your secret is already known, why deny it? The kids are mine? Really? Care to enlighten me on how, you whore? How could you sleep with my brother?""I didn't sleep wit
Jeff could not have been more shocked in his life, because, now, he realized what had been going on in his life. Now, he knew the reason he was doubtful of his wife after the accident. It was because of one thing. The wife at home wasn't the one he got married to. Now that he was looking at his wife, he could see the differences between them. But how possible that he was able to confuse the two? They looked so much alike. What was going on? He thought."Oh, my God!" He exclaimed as the answer suddenly struck him like thunder. "Oh, my God!" He exclaimed again and all he could picture in his head was the lady he met at the bar the day he went there with Francis. He started finding it hard to control his breathing. He held his neck as he tried to get the full picture of what his brain was telling him. This lady in question had been the one he saw in the bathroom and had blamed Rhoda for it for months! How could he not know?! But who is the lady? And most importantly, why would she