My husband, Carlton Stewart, looked me right in the eye and asked me to abort his unborn child. Then he asked for a divorce. That didn’t hurt me more than when I discovered the reason he asked me to abort his child. I felt so worthless and even more worthless when my husband threw me in jail after my sister accused me of a crime, we all knew I would never commit. Six months went down in speed and I was out of prison with six months pregnancy. Unconventionally, I met a young man who surprisingly was hell-bent on helping me take revenge on my ex-husband and all of them who’d hurt me.
View MoreDahlia’s POV, My kids did a great job cheering sunny up for the rest part of the morning. Griffin, the last of my Quadruplets wrote an heart warming letter for sunny which he read out loud to her. Dear Aunt Sunny,Hi!Don't be sad anymore, okay? You're the best Aunt Sunny in the whole wide world! I love you so, so much! You're the loveliest person in the world, and nobody should ever make you think you're not. You're super beautiful, inside and out!Don't be sad, Aunt Sunny. You're amazing, and I love you more than ice cream!With Love,Griffin. After reading the letter, sunny was moved to tear up. She purs like a kid and give griffin a very big hug. Gianna showed a painting to sunny which she had been sketching for days. It’s the portrait of a very pretty woman who has her hair adored with flowers. A big heart symbol is etched on her chest. Gianna named the lady Aunt sunny and presented it to her. Sunny was now reeling with amusement and she’s grinning from ear to ear as she obs
Dahlia’s POV,—Next morning—It’s weekend Today which means the kids are all at home causing a ruckus as usual. And me, I have no schedules for today. Neither with Carlton or anyone else. When I woke up this morning, I had prepared to a host of scolding to pour on sunny for getting drunk last night but reverse became the case when I walked in on her to meet a gloomy version of her. It was so unlikely for sunny to be in stuck in her room, not joining me to prepare breakfast nor eating with me and my kids. I had thought she couldn’t wake up due to the hangover, but I walk into the room, I’m stunned to meet her sobbing. Another heartbreak? That was My first assumption but After series of persuasion, she finally opened up the me the reason why she ended up in some bar to drown herself in Alcohol. “Am I a horrible person?” She started, sniffling as I’m sitting beside her on her bed. Her eyes is so red, huge bags under her eyes and her face horribly puffy. Evidence that she had cried so
Dahlia’s POV, I’m taking a huge risk. I would never picture myself as one to be speeding on a road at the highest gear. How much more through the middle of the dark night. But here I am heading off to some club house I have never even heard of. Turns out Tristian was about sunny being wasted in some club afterall. The person who called was actually a good stranger who found sunny making a fool of herself and he had to call the first number he found on her phone. Which turns out to me. It takes a few more minutes on the road and I’m driving into Lumeire clubhouse as addressed by the strange caller. Approaching the building, I can already hear the pounding and blaring music exuding from the building. After pulling over at a safe spot, I dart out of the car like a stag and rush into the club. As expected I’m welcomed with the obscure view of different sinful activities in club which sickens me to my stomach. The pungent smell of weeds and alcohol is the worst. Goodness, sunny you are
Dahlia’s POV, I’m taking a huge risk. I would never picture myself as one to be speeding on a road at the highest gear. How much more through the middle of the dark night. But here I am heading off to some club house I have never even heard of. Turns out Tristian was about sunny being wasted in some club afterall. The person who called was actually a good stranger who found sunny making a fool of herself and he had to call the first number he found on her phone. Which turns out to me. It takes a few more minutes on the road and I’m driving into Lumeire clubhouse as addressed by the strange caller. Approaching the building, I can already hear the pounding and blaring music exuding from the building. After pulling over at a safe spot, I dart out of the car like a stag and rush into the club. As expected I’m welcomed with the obscure view of different sinful activities in club which sickens me to my stomach. The pungent smell of weeds and alcohol is the worst. Goodness, sunny you are s
Tristian’s POV, “Why Tristian? Why the hell did you suddenly found me so irritating that you can’t even stand the sight of me!” Casandra snaps, her eyes dimming red with furry or I would say… hurt? Pffff… I don’t care so I turn back to the view of the city and takes a drag from my cigarette. “Tristian, I’m talk…” “Cassandra!” I snap and face her squarely this time. Bantering with Cassandra is what I will never bargain for but she just always finds a way of escalating a simple demand so I indulge her. “What exactly do you take me for?! A pawn which you could toss about however you want? You dumped me…”“For some richer man!” Sandra cuts me off angrily. “Yes, I know that Tristian. I know. I know how much I screwed up. I know how much I disappointed you, broke your trust and even took your love for granted but do you have any idea how sorry I am? Just how much do you want me to prove it!” “Don’t prove anything Sandra! Which part of you are dead to me don’t you understand? Why th
Dahlia POV, After the Call with Carlton, I drops the phone and returns to the monitor screen. I had been on a video call with Tristian who’s in L.A. we were talking about issues he’s currently having at His company at L.A and we were just talking about the dinner Carlton’s mother invited me for when Carlton called. “What happened?” Tristian asks from the screen as I return to call with him. “Dinner is canceled because Andre had an episode. It’s been postponed to tomorrow.” I say with an eye roll. With the spark that flash through Tristian dark eyes, I can already tell what he’s going to say next and that is. “That’s quite fantastic! At least, I would have enough time to round off business here and return to New York.“ he mused. “Do you really need to attend the dinner though. Honestly I don’t see how your presence matters at the Stewart aside from causing a chaos. You should stay in L.A and fix things. Your company has been lagging quite and I hate to be the cause of that Tris
Carlton pov, Wow! I’ve almost forgotten about this. After reading the notification, I shove the phone back in its place and turn to Andre who has a curious expression on his face. “That’s was a notice from your school, Andre. Concerning your BOOTCAMP.” I informs him with a smile. “Yahhhhh!” He cheers, His blue eyes sparkling like starlights. if it was Andre of before, he wouldn’t act on that. Especially if it has to do with socializing. “Daddy would you be coming with me?” Is that even a question? “Of course sweat heart, I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world.” I assures him and that escalates his excitement even more then he begins to ramble. “Thank you daddy. Dad what would happen at the camp? How does it usually look like? Have you attended before? Would Aunt dahlia be coming with her kids too?…” Andre rush all in one breath, his joy searing all over the place. He can’t seem to contain his new found energy and among all he rambled out, I just choose to reply the last
Carlton’s POV, “Carlton.” She calls my name with some measure of fright in her voice then she takes a deep sigh. “What were you up to?” I narrow my brow, My gaze shifting from her to my messed up wardrobe. I don’t expect a proper response from her and she doesn’t fail to betray my assumption. “Nothing… I was just… Anyways how are you doing? How was the book launch?” She wears a bright smile, walking towards me. She reach for my briefcase and I just let her play the good wife charade. The last thing I need right now is her tantrums. “Where’s Andre?” I ask her as I’m taking off my clothes. She’s leaning on the cupboard and she frown questioningly at me like I just spoke French. “I asks where is Andre?” “Where else would he be? In his room of course.” She rolls her eyes. I don’t need to ask if he had eaten lunch because I know fully well marigold would rather do anything but cook. So as soon as I’m done changing up, I have to head for the kitchen to commence my usual rou
Carlton’s POV,“Carlton.” She calls my name with some measure of fright in her voice then she takes a deep sigh. “What were you up to?” I narrow my brow, My gaze shifting from her to my messed up wardrobe. I don’t expect a proper response from her and she doesn’t fail to betray my assumption. “Nothing… I was just… Anyways how are you doing? How was the book launch?” She wears a bright smile, walking towards me. She reach for my briefcase and I just let her play the good wife charade. The last thing I need right now is her tantrums. “Where’s Andre?” I ask her as I’m taking off my clothes. She’s leaning on the cupboard and she frown questioningly at me like I just spoke French. “I asks where is Andre?” “Where else would he be? In his room of course.” She rolls her eyes. I don’t need to ask if he had eaten lunch because I know fully well marigold would rather do anything but cook. So as soon as I’m done changing up, I have to head for the kitchen to commence my usual routine. But
I clutch hard to the table knife. My heart swearing painfully as I am watching my husband and my sister openly flirting with each other before my eyes and None of our family bother to notice anything. Mari-gold keeps smirking as if knowing what she’s doing. The chattering and laughter continues while everyone is enjoying the different delicacies on the table. It’s my parents 26th anniversary and we are on in the mansion in celebration of it. “Taste this, Carlton.” Mari-gold shoves out a piece of cake and offers it to Carlton, while staring at me for my reaction and my very own husband shamelessly opens his mouth for her to feed him. “Mmmmm, Delicious” he exclaim as he munch on the cake, grinning in high spirits like a toddler with no problems in world. When infact we had one. Few hours ago, we were yelling down at each other before we arrived at the mansion. And it was over the photos that my sister sent to me when I was in court. If not for my years of experienc...
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