DAHLIA'S POVFrom the moment his face freezes, I can tell something's off with him. His face closes off like a blank canvas, blocking any emotion from seeping to the surface. “What's wrong?” I ask. Sunny steps into the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, you look like you've seen a ghost that just walked through this room.”He bends to pick up his phone and slipping it into his pocket, refutes dodges the questions. “It's nothing. Just a minor issue at the company. I need to head out and deal with it.”I narrow my eyes in suspicion. He doesn't meet my gaze even as he speaks. “Minor? Are you sure about that? Because you don't look like it's minor.”“I said it's fine!” His outburst is sharp and it startles us, including Carlton. He moves towards the door. “I'll be back later.” He calls over his shoulder and then he's gone. Sunny clicks her tongue, tossing the towe onto the counter. “There's something wrong with him. You see how he couldn't even keep
“I'm just saying—”“Well, don't. I don't need you slandering him.”He exhales deeply and I watch his knuckles whiten against the steering wheel. “You're defending him like he's some kind of saint. Dahlia, I'm just trying to look out for you.”“He might be no saint but at least he didn't kick me out to the curbs when he knew I had no one else to lean on.”His breath hitches in his throat like I've stuck a nerve. Good. I don't relent as irritation climbs to the surface. “Tristian is a better man than anyone would ever be.” And by anyone, I mean Carlton. “He didn't just show up when things were easy. He was there when my life was falling apart, when I was at rock bottom. Do you know what that's like? To have nothing? Not even a relative you can trust?”Of course he stays quiet. “He's the reason my kids and I are alive today. He came through for me when everyone's else turned their backs. So, no, I don't need you questioning him.”He flinches at my words as a shadow of guilt crosses his
NEXT CHAPTERCARLTON POVThe news about Marigold getting out should be a relief for me and Andre but it doesn't feel like one. I grip the steering wheel hard enough to break it in half as the car goes down a small slope.I'm irritated. No, that's an understatement. I'm agitated, anxious, hell I'm disgusted. It's probably wrong to be feeling this way at the news of your wife's arrival from jail. I can't help it. Not if it involves the happiness of my son because the truth is, he's been happy. Genuinely happy these past few weeks.With Dahlia in our lives, everything feels so easy and natural. There's no second-guessing, no manipulation or the weight of anything suffocating me. Andre has been living his best days, blending into Dahlia’s world like he belonged in it. Even though it shouldn't be happening.I exhale sharply to force the thoughts away to pull into the beach parking lot. This is the spot where Dahlia had picked so we could work on the cookbook. I must admit, I couldn't h
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
“I didn’t want to expose it like this or today. But I just can’t hold back the excitement anymore!” She giggles excitedly. Her blue eyes twinkling like crystal as she turns to Carlton, not looking an inch remorseful or ashamed. With my breath hitch and heart still frozen, I turn to Carlton expecting to meet a baffled expression on his face, just like everyone else on the table. Or the exact bitter reaction he gave me when I told him about my own pregnancy but to my greatest heart-break, he had none of those. In fact, He has the most exuberant excitement I had ever seen him muster in his eyes. “What?!” Mrs Stewart voice cuts through the shock and tension in the atmosphere. “Are you being serious?” “Of course, right Carlton?” Marigold gestures at Carlton for some support, still grinning and Carlton doesn’t waste any time. He nods and takes Mari-gold palm into his, then he clears his throat. Boldly facing everyone with no atom of shame. his tone cold and firm. “Mari-gold is
when I arrive at a spot far away from everyone, My Kness weakens and I crash down to the floor, landing on the stair case. I allow the tears that I’ve been holding back to rain down my cheeks without trying to stop them. I’ve been through so much pain before but none has ever amount to this. Where my husband betrays me and everyone turned a blind eye towards it. I cry so much till feel my throat tearing apart. I wish I had never took pity on Carlton. I wish I had never been there for him all the time marigold hurt him beyond counting. The truth is Mari-gold was his first love. They dated for years and in those times, Mary gold kept hurting Carlton by frolicking with different men, still Carlton kept giving her many chances. And I was just there for him in his lowest moments, cheering him up and fighting my building feelings for him. He gave Mari-gold several chances but he had the last straw when he walked into Mary gold banging another man right in his office. And their weddi
I am staring at myself in the mirror and all I see is the exact opposite of what I’m feeling inside. I look so Docile and unbothered whereas, I’m a broken mess on the inside. I reach out for the glass of vodka beside me and I take the 11th Glass of shot for the day. What do you do when everyone shuns you out including your own husband? I’d tried to be strong but I just can’t. It’s been three days now since Mari-gold’s Accident and Carlton had refused to come back home. I haven’t seen or heard from Mari-gold since that day. Not because I want her to die or something but I know very well that I’m not needed in that hospital where she was taken for treatment. However, Today, I’ve decided to set things straight. Mari-gold is a bitch but I’ll just visit her just this once and I’ll sign my Divorce with Carlton. With my mind made up, I walk out of the room. I’m climbing downstairs when the door-bell begins to ring. I halt. Don’t tell me Carlton finally decides to come back home.
A woman this pregnant, needs all the help she can get”, Tristian winks as he shuts the door of his Ferrari. I sit silent at the back seat while he drives us into town. I don’t recognize the route we’re passing but I feel like I can trust Tristain since I’ve always had a good relationship with my clients from day one. Well, Tristian Martinez is one of the top Richest Bachelor in the country. He has several companies across the country and beyond. But that’s not just how I knew Tristian. He was the last client, I handled his case shortly before I was sentenced. He was in a really difficult situation. Drug smuggling isn’t such a trivial case. He was about to get sentenced to prison, until he hired me as his lawyer and we won the case. And suddenly he showed up at prison on the day of my release, offering to drive me home. But unfortunately, I don’t have a home. So, I tell him to drive me anywhere he pleases and he chose his house. Pretty soon, we arrive at his mansion. It’s
NEXT CHAPTERCARLTON POVThe news about Marigold getting out should be a relief for me and Andre but it doesn't feel like one. I grip the steering wheel hard enough to break it in half as the car goes down a small slope.I'm irritated. No, that's an understatement. I'm agitated, anxious, hell I'm disgusted. It's probably wrong to be feeling this way at the news of your wife's arrival from jail. I can't help it. Not if it involves the happiness of my son because the truth is, he's been happy. Genuinely happy these past few weeks.With Dahlia in our lives, everything feels so easy and natural. There's no second-guessing, no manipulation or the weight of anything suffocating me. Andre has been living his best days, blending into Dahlia’s world like he belonged in it. Even though it shouldn't be happening.I exhale sharply to force the thoughts away to pull into the beach parking lot. This is the spot where Dahlia had picked so we could work on the cookbook. I must admit, I couldn't h
“I'm just saying—”“Well, don't. I don't need you slandering him.”He exhales deeply and I watch his knuckles whiten against the steering wheel. “You're defending him like he's some kind of saint. Dahlia, I'm just trying to look out for you.”“He might be no saint but at least he didn't kick me out to the curbs when he knew I had no one else to lean on.”His breath hitches in his throat like I've stuck a nerve. Good. I don't relent as irritation climbs to the surface. “Tristian is a better man than anyone would ever be.” And by anyone, I mean Carlton. “He didn't just show up when things were easy. He was there when my life was falling apart, when I was at rock bottom. Do you know what that's like? To have nothing? Not even a relative you can trust?”Of course he stays quiet. “He's the reason my kids and I are alive today. He came through for me when everyone's else turned their backs. So, no, I don't need you questioning him.”He flinches at my words as a shadow of guilt crosses his
DAHLIA'S POVFrom the moment his face freezes, I can tell something's off with him. His face closes off like a blank canvas, blocking any emotion from seeping to the surface. “What's wrong?” I ask. Sunny steps into the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, you look like you've seen a ghost that just walked through this room.”He bends to pick up his phone and slipping it into his pocket, refutes dodges the questions. “It's nothing. Just a minor issue at the company. I need to head out and deal with it.”I narrow my eyes in suspicion. He doesn't meet my gaze even as he speaks. “Minor? Are you sure about that? Because you don't look like it's minor.”“I said it's fine!” His outburst is sharp and it startles us, including Carlton. He moves towards the door. “I'll be back later.” He calls over his shoulder and then he's gone. Sunny clicks her tongue, tossing the towe onto the counter. “There's something wrong with him. You see how he couldn't even keep
MARIGOLDI pace the suffocating cell, reading the bold lettering on the newspaper. In rage that sets my blood boiling, I crumple and fling it to the floor. Still the headline remains burned into my brain: Carlton Stewart spotted dining with Dahlia Campbell.The details portrays them as business partners. As if. They can fool everyone but me. “Snake. She's been waiting for this. Waiting for the perfect moment to slide right in and play the Martyr. Thirsting for that which is no longer hers.” The entrance door to the cells corridor buzzes open and I've been in here long enough to know that a visitor just entered the premises. “You have visitors.” The gruff voice of the jailer says and I raise my head just in time to see my parents. The door slides open and they step in. They don't look happy to see me in such a sorry state. I don't even let them take another step before I bombard them with questions.“What are you doing about this?” I snap before they can open their mouths. “Have yo
NEXT CHAPTERDAHLIA in hospitalIn a little while, Carlton comes to call me and together, we head to his mother's ward. The moment we step inside, her eyes flit between Carlton and me. Then that faint, knowing smile plays on her lips. Even in her frail state, her eyes glint with mischief. “So,” she say, her voice coming out very weak. “Are you two finally together?”My stomach knots but I keep my focus on wiping my palms on my dress. I can feel Carlton tense beside me, his silence heavier than words.“Mom,” he chuckles carefully, avoiding my eyes. “You need to rest.”She waves him off like his words are nonsense. “I'll rest when you two stop dodging my questions.” Her smile widens and then her focus zeroes on him. “Did you divorce that Marigold yet? That woman…I never liked her for you.”I'm tempted to scowl at her words. The exact words she said when Marigold framed me for pushing her down the stairs. Now she thinks that's enough to win me back.Not even in a million years.When I
DAHLIAIn a little while, Carlton comes to call me and together, we head to his mother's ward. The moment we step inside, her eyes flit between Carlton and me. Then that faint, knowing smile plays on her lips. Even in her frail state, her eyes glint with mischief. “So,” she say, her voice coming out very weak. “Are you two finally together?”My stomach knots but I keep my focus on wiping my palms on my dress. I can feel Carlton tense beside me, his silence heavier than words.“Mom,” he chuckles carefully, avoiding my eyes. “You need to rest.”She waves him off like his words are nonsense. “I'll rest when you two stop dodging my questions.” Her smile widens and then her focus zeroes on him. “Did you divorce that Marigold yet? That woman…I never liked her for you.”I'm tempted to scowl at her words. The exact words she said when Marigold framed me for pushing her down the stairs. Now she thinks that's enough to win me back.Not even in a million years.When I glance at Carlton, he loo
TRISTIAN'S POVIt isn't what I had in mind but we end up in the beach and it's to my advantage because the kids absolutely love it here. The momentt we step foot on the beach sand, they kick off ther shows and take off with energy. Gianna spins in the sand with her curls bouncing as she throws her arms out wide. “The water’s so big! I can't believe it,” she yells, full on astonishment.Grayson races ahead. His eyes never leave the water and I can almost tell what he's going for. “I'm going to find seashells.” He declares, legs pumping as if the ocean might disappear if he doesn't get there fast enough. Behind them, Gavin and Griffin are locked in a sprinting contest, their laughter ringing out like music. As I watch them play, I can't help but smile. I'd give anything to have this carefree nature once more. This is what kids are supposed to feel. Pure joy. No boundaries. Just freedom. “They're so excited.” Oh, it's Sunny and her voice grates on my nerves. She keeps her eyes crosse
DAHLIALater when we finally stop to eat, Andre still remains full of energy, bouncing in the booth beside Carlton. “Can I pick, Dad? Please?”Carlton laughs. “Within reason.”With an excited squeak, he flips through the menu like it holds the secrets of the universe. “I want…the flat bread with dips! And maybe the spicy fries. And dessert.”“Dessert?” Carlton raises a brow. “You've been eating sugar all day.”“Fruit isn't sugar,” Andre argues, and both of them look to me for backup. I'm too amused to butt in. “Don't drag me into this,” I tell them with my hands raised.Andre sighs dramatically but settles on his choices and when the food comes, he dives in with gusto. It's almost hard to place side by side the boy I first knew to this one right now. They're nothing alike. And deep down, I'm delighted about the changes. “This dip is spicy!” he exclaims after a few bites with red cheeks.“Good spicy or bad spicy?” Carlton asks him. I stifle a smile.Andre fans his mouth. “Both!”Car
DAHLIA“No,” I say to him firmly. “That's not how I want to do this. That's not exactly how we planned for this to happen.”He stares hard at me but I don't waver.“This isn't about Marigold being in prison. I didn't put her there, Tristan. That's her mess. My revenge for her isn't that cheap. As for Carlton, I intend for him to feel it slowly, deeply, and I'm almost there.”“You're being reckless and letting your feelings cloud everything. We're supposed to pull out now!” He snaps. “I’m being reckless? I'm the one letting emotions soil our plans? Spoken like the true hypocrite.” I hiss, glaring at him. My fingers curl into fists at my sides. “This is my plan for Carlton, not yours. I don't need you second-guessing me.”Before he can reply, a small voice cuts through the tension.“Mommy?”We both turn at the same time, and there she is at the foot of the stairs, clutching a sheet of paper covered in vibrant splashes of paint. Her wide eyes flicks between me and Tristian. She looks co