MARK’S POV:As I was about to be taken away by the police, I could hear Dave and several security guards in the office loudly protesting. They were demanding that justice be served, and I could sense the tension in the air. However, I managed to calm them down and assured them that I will be back in no time.Just as I thought the situation was under control, my client who had caused my arrest suddenly, without any warning, clapped her hands, and I felt the sharp sting of her palm against my face. The force of the blow sent me reeling, and I stumbled backwards, my head spinning. I couldn't believe what had just happened.The situation was tense, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was being accused of taking away my client's money, and she had called the police on me. Before I knew it, my client who was visibly angry, slapped me hard across the face, pointed at me and her voice rang out shrilly. "I will make sure you pay me every dime you owe, you wicked person!" she sho
MARK'S POV:As Jennie and I were leaving the police station, I heard my phone ring. I reached into my pocket to answer it, but Jennie stopped me abruptly by saying, "Can we please enjoy some time together without interruptions?" She then took my phone from my hand before I could even respond. I couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed at the time, but I knew that spending quality time with her will be more important so that I won't make mistakes again. As soon as we arrived at the spot where she had parked her car, she turned to me and uttered just one word, "Drive." Without wasting any time, she flipped her car key in my direction and I quickly caught it. As I held the key, she stepped aside and waited for me to take the driver's seat. The urgency in her voice made it clear that there was no time to waste and we needed to hit the road as soon as possible. I noticed that there was a hint of worry on her face, as if something was bothering her. Despite her demeanour, I remained calm and
SARAH'S POV:"Mum” I turned around as I heard my daughter Mabel calling out for me, using the affectionate term that only she could get away with. I couldn't help but wonder how long she had been standing there and if she had been listening in on my conversation with Joe. "I have to go," I eventually told Joe, hoping to end the conversation before it became any more awkward."Allow me to drop you off," he suggested."No, don't worry," I told him with a smile. While I appreciated his offer, I didn't want him to know where I lived. "I can find my way home."As we said goodbye, I turned to my daughter. "Let's go honey," I said, and we headed back home.Upon my arrival, I realised that the house was eerily quiet. I called out for my husband, but there was no answer. I decided to check up on his room, but he wasn't there either. I couldn't help but wonder where he could have been with his mistress.As I walked out onto the veranda, I noticed the chief maid passing by. Curious about the wh
SARAH'S POV:"I want a refund.” A customer said with a stern look on his face as he walked up to the desk where I was seated, and placed the package he had bought some hours ago on the surface.“What” I said as I was taken aback by his sudden request, and quickly stood up from my chair to address him. As I looked at him with surprise, I couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong with his purchase.The customer's voice was laced with anger and frustration as he spoke. "Are you deaf?" he barked at me. "I said I want a refund. I think it went bad," he repeated with a hateful tone. I could sense the tension building up in the air as he grew more agitated by the moment.Trying to remain calm, I picked up the package that he had dropped on the desk and examined it closely to assess its condition. “Well, it's not expired,” I informed him after a thorough inspection, but the man cut me off abruptly, his tone accusatory as if he was blaming me for the unpleasant taste. "If it hasn't expir
SARAH'S POV:"Oh, wait a minute." The sober man exclaimed as he continued talking, I was startled by his sudden outburst, but he rushed off to retrieve another item. When he returned, he placed it gently on the desk and I resumed packing. "We'll be out of here soon," he reassured me with a smile. "How much is it?” the man inquired as I was handing the package to him.“Sir your friend had paid.” I informed him as I quickly check my records. “And did you want a receipt?” I asked him in order to ensure accuracy. "No, thank you.” The man politely declined the offer. I acknowledged his response and handed him the package"Yeah, have a nice day." However, before he could finish his sentence, his drunk companion interrupted him by saying, "Hey, get two more bottles." I could see the sober man's expression change as he tried to control his friend's unruly behaviour.As the drunk man stumbled towards the store, cigarette in hand, I quickly intervened and told him; “Gosh, Sir you can't sm
Chapter 13JOE’S POV:After monitoring Sarah's movements for some time, I managed to figure out the location of her workplace and the approximate time she usually finishes her work. With this information, I felt it was important to visit her and ensure that everything was going well with her.As I have been interested in her for a while now. I made sure to time my visit so that I could arrive shortly before she closed for the day. It was important for me to ensure that she was doing well and also to express my interest in spending more time with her.Upon arriving at Sarah's workplace, I quickly realized that entering might make her uncomfortable. So, I decided to wait outside until she finished and come outside. I didn't want her to think that I was imposing on her time or making her feel uneasy. After the workplace closed and she came outside and was about to go, I still didn't want to approach her directly, so I followed her discreetly from a distance. My intention was to ensure t
SARAH’S POV:As I opened my eyes, my head throbbed with pain. Blinking rapidly, as I tried to make sense of my surroundings, I looked around and realized I was in the moving backseat of a car. Panic set in as I wondered how I got there and who was driving. My heart raced as I looked around for any clues or signs of danger. Suddenly, I noticed that my hands weren't tied up, which gave me a glimmer of hope. But before I could relax, I caught a glimpse of the person driving the car and I instinctively reached out and grabbed the driver's neck."Stop this car! Who are you?" I yelled, my grip on his neck getting tighter. I was determined to get answers and figure out what was going on, even if it meant using force.As the car sped down the winding road, I was lost in thought. Suddenly, a loud voice shattered the silence, "Sarah, it's me, Joe!" I jumped in my seat, startled by the sudden outburst. I looked at him, and as soon as I heard the name, I froze. Something about his tone seemed o
MARK'S POV:“Man, I am sorry I heard what happened to your wife, that she had a miscarriage." James, one of my friends, said as he approached me with a sympathetic expression on his face, holding a glass of wine in his hand. We were gathered at a child dedication ceremony organized by one of our mutual friends. As he patted me on my back, he felt a mix of emotions - sadness for the loss of my unborn child."I'm not sure what you're referring to," I replied, trying to feign ignorance of the subject of the conversation because I wasn't quite ready to answer, and I hoped that my evasive response would deflect his attention. "What do you mean?" James pressed, sensing my reluctance to engage. He cut in before I could offer a more detailed explanation."I'm talking about your wife, Sarah," he continued. "The one who had a miscarriage."I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I knew where this was heading, and I didn't want to go there. "The only wife I have is Jennie," I said, ho