The loud blaring of his phone woke him up from his peaceful slumber with his woman in his arms. He looked at her and saw that she was frowning cutely due to the disturbance but was still sleeping. He then took his phone from the coffee table top and saw that his mother was calling. He frowned and looked at the time and it was ten in the night. He then picked up her call immediately. "Yes, mom. Is everything alright?" His voice was groggy because he was sleeping. "Darling, were you sleeping? I must have disturbed you." His mother said, and he realized from her voice that she was crying. He got tensed all of a sudden. He sat up on the couch but as Cali was sleeping above him, he first untangled himself from her and laid her back on the couch. She stirred but went back to sleep. She must be tired. "Mom, what happened? Why are you crying?" He asked worriedly. He loved and respected his parents so much."Son..." She again started crying loudly and this got him much more worried. "Hey, h
The clock struck three now but her eyes remained open with helpless tears running down her cheeks. She remained seated on the couch with her head resting on the handrest of the couch and her gaze fixated on the front door which was closed. How she wished it to open to let her have the sight of her husband who was yet to return. For how much time she was just staring at the door, even she could not remember. She just wanted to see her husband walking through that door and to take her into his arms. She missed him now. He did not even wish to talk to her. Her eyes were now starting to get heavy, not because of sleep but because of the amount of tears she had shed by now. Her eyes were all red and puffy. They were burning as well. But she could not care less about it. All she wanted was to clear all this mess between her and her husband and continue to live as they were living until now, him not ignoring her but loving her. She remembered how they ended up in this marriage. At first, sh
The door was opened diverting her attention from the screen of her phone on which the picture of her handsome husband in nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts was displayed. As she looked up, an involuntary smile appeared across her lips but it vanished as soon asshe took in his appearance and expression.He looked worn out, with disheveled hair. And his expression was hardand...cold. Then everything that he had said over thephone call, came into her mind. She got up from the couch and strolled towards him. But before she could even reach him, he turned andproceeded up the stairs."Cain." She called him from behind but that did not stophim. He kept on going up the stairs. "Cain, wait. I want to talk to you. Please." She said loudly but softly. But still, he did not stop to even acknowledge her. Hekept on walking as if he did not hear her."What is up with you? Why are you not talking to me? You did not even call me and when I did, you did not pick. What has happened? Please, t
"Here, Mrs. Hutton. Apply this ointment on the bruise at least twice daily, and it will be good." The doctor said while adjusting his thick black rimmed reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, handing the ointment to Cali who took it from him and placed it beside her on the bed and looked over at Cain. He was not in his usual mood, or maybe he was. After all, he was always in a brooding mood. Right? He was clenching his jaws tight while balling his hands into fists hanging by his sides as he glared at the doctor. The poor doctor was failing to notice it since he was busy attending his patient, who happened to be Cali. When he went on to touch her to check the severity of her injury, Cain almost lost it but controlled himself, somehow. The doctor was just doing his duty there. And Cali's health mattered to him the most. "The fall has caused a pretty bad contusion. But nothing looks serious. And the best thing is, she had not hit her head and did not hurt her backbone or spinal cord
(Twenty one years ago... It was almost midnight and everywhere was covered with darkness with no light except the shine coming from the moon and an old street light at the far end of the alley which was flickering like that in a horror movie. And in the alley, was walking a woman, dressed sophisticatedly. But something was wrong. Her appearance looked disheveled and she had covered herself with a black shawl as she walked down the alley, no, nearly ran down the alley, like she was running for her life from someone. But she was careful all the way as she was not alone. She was carrying a soft blanket in which laid a baby who was sound asleep. Soon, she reached such a place that she had prayed all the way to find. An orphanage. That was it. It was the place where she could leave her baby. Her baby girl, whom she had to keep safe at any cost. She had promised her husband that she would keep her safe, even if she had to die for it. She looked at her sleeping baby. Just looking at her slee
(Twenty one years ago) continues.... To say Jedd was frustrated and angry, would be an understatement. He was furious, more than furious. And why won't he be? After all, that ring was nowhere to be seen. That bitch lied to him. Where would she have had kept it? He had no idea. And on top of everything, she was dead. Which meant he could not do anything else but to wait for his brother to return and to tell him the story which he had made. He would make him hate her....On the other side, in the orphanage, the mere five or six months old baby was still sleeping. The lady who took her in was now conversing with the warden of the orphanage to talk to the manager for granting her permission to let that adorable baby stay there and not to give her up for adoption as this was too early. The baby had just been found there and they were planning on giving her up for adoption the next day. But the lady who took her in, won't let them."Ginie, you don't understand. Our orphanage does not hav
He was sitting on his swivel chair inside his office, thinking about his wife as always. What would she be doing right now? That was the question he asked himself for the hundredth time maybe. He wanted to call her but his pride would not let him do that. He sighed. It was lunch time now and he wanted to eat with her, feed her with his own hands. Then wipe the corners of her mouth and then kiss her, passionately. 'Stop it, Cain. You are mad at her.' He told himself. But did she really do that? He still could not believe that. 'Maybe, there was some technical issue?' He thought to himself. Yes, that could be. He knew how sweet and kind she was. She could never do such a thing. And on that day, she was too worried and stressed as well just as much as he was, for his father. 'No, she could not have done that. God! I should have talked with her to clear things between us rather than shunning her like that. Now, she must be pissed. Oh God, what have I done?' He mentally cursed himself.
"Am I disturbing you two in your precious little moment?" Cali jumped as soon as she heard that cold voice which belonged to her husband. She looked at him while he stood at the threshold of their bedroom door with his hands clenched by his sides and with a plastic bag in his right hand. She looked back at Horace, and he was glaring at Cain. Though she knew why he was angry but what was with that behavior of his a moment ago? What was he even thinking? Never had he kissed her anywhere before apart from her forehead. Then, what about that...kiss on the cheek? Oh, did he already get to know that Cain had arrived and was trying to provoke him like the last time he did? She could not think of any other reason as of why he did that. Cain was giving him death warnings through his cold eyes that shone with a dangerous glint. He went further inside and flung the plastic bag onto the nightstand and stood infront of both of them who were still sitting down. He was quite excited about coming ba