Myra stood frozen in her place even when Elijah lay unconscious on the floor. Pain, anger, frustration, and every emotion rushed through her. She didn’t know what would happen to her or how she would deal with the aftermath of going through so much, but she couldn’t care less. She was done with being the damsel, with people breaking her trust. At that point, something snapped inside her. She was so overwhelmed that she didn’t realize the absence of her baby kicking inside her and a bubbling pain rushing through her spine. She didn’t even notice Daniel coming closer and untying her hands. She didn’t hear him talking to her rapidly. All she could feel was a sudden wave of pain passing through her back and abdomen. A heart-wrecking scream left her mouth as her body gave up, resisting the ripples of pain across her body. For a moment, the surroundings went blank for her; the only sound she could hear was her accelerating heartbeat. She knew she would hit the ground at any moment, but two
“No, it’s perfect,” Myra said, both oblivious that they were still holding their hands while looking into each other’s eyes with love. However, their moment was broken when a nurse came in carrying their son Amayr, and the room was filled with his whimpers. Myra couldn’t believe a few hours ago, she was still carrying her baby, and now she could hold him. Her chin wobbles overwhelmed with emotions. Abram went behind Myra, supported her back over his body, and gestured to the nurse to bring their child. Myra could see his pink fist poking out of the cover while whimpering in annoyance. She smiled widely and let out a giggle, making her welled eyes start trailing. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she started crying, seeing her innocent son staring at her with curiosity. “He got your eyes,” she whispered barely audibly. “But he looks exactly like you,” he rubbed her back to calm her. She was shivering with rising sentiments for her child, and his warmth proved to relax her tensed
The energy inside the club was at its peak, and aloof from the crowd, there stood a woman in the corner, Myra. Dressed in a beige-colored body-hugging dress with bold red lips, she looked nothing less than a seductress, though petite, yet there was something about her that was intriguing. She was accompanied by her friend, Sharon, who was doing everything to engross her in mischievous chat about men around, but to no avail. Myra’s eyes told everything that she was feeling from inside; sad.“Myra, you have to let him go,” Sharon said, interrupting her thoughts.Sharon observed how Myra was only holding her drink and was lost somewhere.Giving her signature smile with a glint of sorrow, Myra replied, “He already left me. Can I do anything now?” With that, she drowned her drink in tw
“Your honor, I would like to bring to your notice that this is the fifth time Mr. Abram Aly has not attended the divorce hearing. He deliberately harasses my client Mrs. Myra Nur by delaying the hearing,” Thomas, Myra’s lawyer, accused.“I object, My Lord. Mr. Aly is going through serious health issues which require him to frequent the hospital and stay for treatment,” the opposition lawyer argued.“So my friend, Mr. Nathan here is saying, since the day he filed for divorce from my client, he is either not well or out of the city. My Lord, for two years, Mr. Aly has neither attended any single court hearing nor has he responded to my client’s call. In contrast, my client Mrs. Myra never missed her appointment though she has a career which also needs her attention.”&ld
When Myra stepped out of the mall, she had already gathered the attention, and a few even whistled, cat-called, making her face flush. She kept glaring at her friend walking beside her looking immune to all the whistling and flirtatious comments.“Do I have to wear this to attend a party? If you had told me this condition before, I wouldn’t have come,” Myra said while pulling her dress.“Oh, come on, can’t you see how they are gaping at you? You are a treat to watch,” Sharon winked, slapping Myra on her ass.The latter gasped in surprise, looking around to ensure no one saw what her friend did to her in a public place.“Where is your car?” she asked, cursing the moment she agreed to be friends with the wicked woman st
Seeing the commotion inside the restroom, Abram dragged Myra out, much to her horror. All he could see was red. He came to the club along with his acquaintance and joined his friends on the upper floor’s booth. He was enjoying his time, coming back after two years, and was engrossed in the cliche discussion when the topic diverted on the girl wearing a beige-colored dress and moving like a seductress.As the lighting inside the club was dim, he couldn’t make out her face initially. One of the guys from the group claimed his stake and went out of the booth towards the dance floor. He almost reached the seductress and was about to grab her by her hip when the lights were turned on for a brief moment. It required Abram a second to recognize that face, and before he knew it, he was out there screaming bloody murder.
The next day’s sun rose with the brightest and coolest rays in sync with the previous night’s passion shared by two souls. Myra laid on her stomach, completely naked unaware of the daybreak. Her hips and chest were partially covered with a quilt, her hair gliding with the wind over her bareback. A moan escaped her lips, and she shivered slightly with the morning cool breeze making her eyes flutter.Although her eyes felt heavy to even blink, her other senses were high alert. She could hear the bird chirping outside the windows. She could smell a familiar masculine cologne, her body covered with goosebumps with the presence of someone familiar, and her heart beating rapidly on its own accord.That’s when her brain registered her surroundings and could recollect the passionate last night with someone who wanted to divorce her for an unknown reas
Myra was staring out of the window at the steady and dreary rain while her companion, driving the car, chose to remain silent, seeing her blank expression. He knew whatever she faced affected her deeply, and the disheveled look couldn’t deny his dread.Elijah signed, looking at her defeated form, and he knew even if he asked her, she would not utter a single word. That’s how Myra was. Anything that bothered her, she would not immediately say it out, whether it was her anger or her pain. She always kept it to herself, and once it reached her saturation point, she burst out.You are the best thing that happened to me. The best thing about you is your soul. It’s pure.I did the right thing by divorcing a whore like you.She laughed bitterly, thinking about how Abram’s view changed about her in just two years. Elijah could see; although her face was blank, her eyes were full of sorrow which she had been controlling.He was shocked when he saw her walking on a de