Who do you think called Elena?
ElenaMy hands trembled as I reached for the phone and held it closer to my ears. Soon, I shakily covered my mouth when my brain properly registered the discussion. There were two people—a man and a woman. They were arguing, but it sounded like the man was trying to appease the woman. I could never mistake those voices. They were of my husband, Ronan, and his first love, Darcy. Why would they call me? I had a bad premonition about this...“What! Darcy, you drugged me?” Ronan sounded shocked in the background, and so did I. “Yes, Ronan. I drugged you last night. I spiked the wine. You only took a few sips, but you felt the effect. I wanted you to make me feel like a woman finally, but no. How could you say you love me when you went to fu*k your wife instead?” Ronan was quiet, but I knew he would finally explode.“You can't say anything? Ronan, I am sick and tired of all these games. I waited for three whole years to be with you again. Yet you treat me like I am nothing. Ronan, let's
ElenaI rushed out of the bedroom with my car keys in hand. The security guards tried to stop me, but I gave them a death glare that caused them to step back. Without caring about them any further, I entered my car and sped off. Saint City General Hospital My head was filled with so many thoughts that caused me to stagger as I walked. I looked like a crazy person who just escaped from an asylum. No, I think I rather looked like an overdosed junkie. I was a mess, and I knew it. I was exhausted when I got to my father's ward. My strength seemed to have waned so much that nothing prepared me for how badly I felt. My stomach felt upset, but it went away. Then a sharp pain assaulted my stomach before it also subsided. It was like this since I ate the food Benson gave me.“This is what I get for skipping meals.” I was sure it was nothing beyond my inability to eat on time. I hope my baby won't kick too much of a fuss. From now on, I won't skip any meals, and I won't cry anymore. I will
ElenaAs I drove, my mind was occupied by all the damage Darcy had done to my marriage. She has hurt me in more ways than one, just because she wanted my husband for herself. I suffered in silence all these years, but not anymore. This time around, she messed with my child, and I would never sit silently and let her get away with it.Now that I think about it, I don’t even know her house. However, I have an inkling as to where she would be. I just hope I’m wrong about this.___The Canvas Loft___One thing The Canvas Loft promised its customers was luxury, comfort, and security. I had to share my unique identifier code for the security to let me in. The condos here were not just expensive but also reserved for the elites of Lockwood. Here I was, standing before the same place I spent my first night with Ronan. At the time, he said he was too swamped with work, so he wouldn’t travel for our honeymoon. I was rather glad because it meant I could design our wedding room myself. It was a
Elena “No. I will never listen to a chronic liar like you. Nothing you say will ever be the truth. If I were you, I’d realize this was a wasted trip…” Those words wouldn’t stop ringing in my ears, slapping me with the harsh reality of my life. They were the words of the man I worshipped my whole life. He was my world, but in hs eyes, I was whatever his first love said I was. After Ronan said this, something died in me. It was as if I was doused in cold water. Every urge to fight was replaced with a calmness that stemmed from knowing my place as second fiddle to Darcy Taylor. I had nothing to do beside Ronan, and it was finally clear to me. I had nothing to figt for either. When I walked away from them, it was me finally leaving the pain and humiliation behind. They truly looked like a perfect couple, and I realized I could never fit in Darcy’s shoes as far as Ronan was concerned. I stepped into the sitting room of the house that was my home for the past three years. No. This wa
ElenaI didn't allow Denise to respond, even though I noticed her eyes flash with fear—albeit briefly. If I had not been watching her like a hawk, I wouldn't have spotted that momentary panic. “Open the closet and bring out all the clothes.” She just stood there, staring at me as if I were a fool. *Hurry up. I'm too weak to be moving things about.” With a faked weakness, I sat on the bed, looking frail. “Yes, madam."I could see her eyes sparkling like stars when she opened the closet and came into contact with all the new clothes that still had their tags on them. I never really went anywhere, so my new clothes ended up getting out of fashion with the tags still on them. I wonder why I still went out shopping though. I guess it was the only thing that took my mind off my misery. As Ronan's wife, I lacked a lot of things, but money wasn't one of them. When we got married, he gave me a black card, which had limitless spending capacity. His assistant wired money into the account eve
Elena___Old mansion___“Hello, Aunt Delores. Can I see Uncle?” When the servants led me to the sitting room, the smile on my mother-in-law’s face faded as she laid eyes on me. She still had that scornful gaze that the old me would have fretted about. How stupid I was to have worried about unnecessary things all this while. “You evil child! You’re here to complain as usual, no?” What a joke! The first thing that came to her mind was a complaint. “Mrs Simpson, I am here to see your husband, but feel free to tag along if you so wish to hear what I want to say to him.” I couldn’t care less about her words anymore. It’s not like I could use the rest of my life to appease her.“You…” I know she saw me as her wasted effort, but I don’t care anymore.My gaze landed on the maid standing at the side, and before I could question her, Auntie beat me to it. “Take her to the study.” Gosh! Was I glad to be away from her?The maid led me to the study instead of simply telling me where Uncle was.
RonanMy phone had been ringing for some time now, but when I checked who it was, I quickly ended it and contined with what I was doing. We needed to have our meal in peace, after all. Darcy remained silent as I fixed our dishes. Before now, she would have tried to assist in a few things, but I see she has clearly been angered by Elena’s earlier outburst.Even though she is angry with me for stopping her from calling the police, it is just one of the things to be pissed about. To think Elena would just barge in here and start throwing accusations around. What the heck was wrong with her?She kept getting worse by the day, and it was clearly becoming her new normal. The Elena in my memory always tried to help others. She was sincere and always treated people with love and care. She was just too gentle for this cruel world-or so I thought till she started showing her true colors.Elena began to pick on Darcy, making her high school life a living hell. She never stopped to disgrace Darc
RonanI would have given anything to be with Darcy, but I had to run to the old house. How the heck did I miss this? Mom had been calling all this while, yet I didn’t know it was because Elena was up to no good. How typical of her to move straight to the old house after leaving The Canvas Loft. With all the ridiculous accusations she levelled at Darcy, which of them would she present to my father?How could I allow Elena to further build a rift between my father and me? Hasn’t she done enough? Won’t she even consider his health? Dad had only been discharged from the hospital a few days ago, yet she rushed to complain to him at the first chance she got. Did she plan to kill my father or what?“Elena Jones! If you cause my father to come to any harm, I swear, I’d kill you!” My hands held the steering wheel tightly, as I hoped and prayed that things wouldn’t get out of hand before I arrived. “Elena!... Elena!... Elena!” This girl has bitten more than she could chew. As my agitation gr
ElenaI walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. I had to take a bath, since my sweat soaked the bed and I couldn’t hide what was happening to my body either. My thighs felt sticky, and I felt like I had a bad itch down there that needed to be scratched-just that my husband could only do this scratch. The urge to get laid got so bad that I could have sworn someone drugged me if I had been outside the house. I have never touched myself before, but for the first time tonight, I felt like I could only get a peace of mind if I did so. I couldn’t tell if the next few months would be this difficult, but I was ready to sail through. Doctor Harold already informed me about how some pregnant women become extra sensitive and honey. I hoped I wouldn’t experience that, but I realized tonight that this prayer of mine hadn’t been answered. I couldn’t have everything, after all. I felt so ashamed of how my libido controlled me tonight, yet I was still grateful that no one else was here to wi
ElenaI lay motionless on the bed, shrouded in lust and confusion. My gaze was still a little clouded, but I could see everything. I knew who it was. I knew what she did, and I could see the conflict in Ronan’s eyes. I had never been this embarrassed in my whole life. Not only that but I was also unsatiated. These emotions made me frustrated, and angry, but not stupid. I quickly reached for the duvet and covered myself, taking time to allow Ronan to deal with the situation. How dare Darcy enter our room uninvited! A thousand emotions flashed through my head, but none of these made me angrier than the complicated look in Ronan's eyes. The woman he was about to make love to was lying silently in his bed, but his thousand percent attention was on Darcy Taylor-the person who rudely interrupted our couple moments. I was angry, but I didn’t cry. Darcy, on the other hand quickly began her waterworks. “Why did you do this to me, Ronan? Why did you touch her?” She began, and I could se
ElenaI didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. Here I was, walking into my house as if I was a stranger. I stared at the back of the young boy who startled me in the elevator, wondering if David had succeeded in making me paranoid.“I’m sorry we scared you, boss. It wasn’t my intention.” Ruth stood beside me, fidgeting uncomfortably. I knew my silence was stifling, but I was speechless. I was too embarrassed to say anything. However, the innocent woman felt I was too angry to respond.“Boss, Blake is really not a bad kid. He only looks so muscular because he’s on the football team and spends too much time at the gym. Please, don’t be offended.” If I didn’t stop Ruth, she wouldn’t stop talking about my non-existent anger. ‘What’s he doing here?” That just did it, huh? The woman was already startled, and I had to make her feel like her son wasn’t welcome in my house. I only wanted to know why he came around. “B… Boss, Blake lives here. With me. I promise he won’t cross your path again.
Elena“Mmmm!” My head hurts like hell. Ouch! What is happening to me?This pain is on a different level. I didn’t even do anything to aggravate my condition, so why would I feel this way? Remembering the last thing I saw, I lifted my hand to my nose and noticed the bleeding had stopped. However, I couldn’t tell where I was.“Where am I?” Shit! It was the familiar smell of disinfectants, the white ceiling, a bed, and a drip hanging up there. When I tried to raise my left hand, the pain from the needle finally registered in my mind. How could I be back at the hospital in such a short time? Why did my nose bleed? Was I deteriorating too fast? Lately, I haven’t stressed myself, and nothing stressful has happened to me. Why then would this happen again? How did I end up here?“Boss, you’re awake.” I turned my gaze toward the excited voice, and in came my housekeeper. I could tell she looked both flustered and relieved at the same time. Was she the one who brought me here? That made a
Elena“Yes, David. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I reported the case to the police in Saint City. It was a good thing we reported it back in Lockwood. They just need to compare the case files and confirm my statement. You know I already gave them a portrait of the thugs, especially the leader.” David called earlier and said he wanted to check on me, However, after I mentioned that the thugs who attacked me were the same ones who vandalized the Saint City Number 1 High School, he couldn’t stop fretting. “I meant every word, Elena. You need to be extra careful. Those thugs may seem ordinary, but they are more connected than you can imagine. They got away with hitting you the other day, so what wouldn’t they do if they chose to destroy the CCTV footage that could incriminate them? Remember we had nothing on them at the time we went to the police station. It was only our word against theirs. You choosing to allow the police to do their thing because you didn’t wish to invo
Ronan“Dad, what are you saying? I didn’t do anything to her.”I just now got wind of the trending news about Darcy and me, only to have Dad call my line in the next minute. No matter what I said, he wasn’t ready to listen. “Why would a woman pack her bags and come to your matrimonial home if you didn’t encourage her? Ronan Simpson, is marriage a joke, or has Elena been too soft for you?” Why would Dad believe I did this just because Darcy showed up at my house? She came unannounced. I didn’t even know she was coming to my house. How could I say this without getting him more agitated than he already was?“Dad, please calm down. I didn’t invite her to my house. Trust me, Dad, I wouldn't...”“I am taking Elena out of your house, Ronan. She was my daughter before she became your wife. This has got to stop!” What the! I could feel a headache coming, but there was no way to make Dad stop his train of thought.“I’m sorry, Dad. Can we talk about this later? Please, I really need to go. I’
RonanI couldn’t call Darcy after she left. There were no other words to explain what happened, and why I took such a firm stance. Even though I had my reasons, I knew she wouldn’t understand.Even though I didn’t allow Darcy into the house, I had my driver drop her home. His only task was to drive me, and no one else. Even Elena was never driven by my personal driver, but Darcy was an exception last night. I expected Darcy’s mind to be at peace after extending my goodwill, but she was still angry because I didn’t allow her into the house. I can’t believe she chose to put me in such a tight spot without speaking to me first.Well, I was only comforted with the thought that the paparazzi wouldn’t blow this out of proportion. Even when I met Darcy for our lunch date earlier today, she didn’t look happy. I tried everything to make her smile, but Darcy still didn’t talk to me. When I had to leave for an emergency meeting, she didn’t even bother to acknowledge me. Throughout our lunch,
RonanI was here thinking about what Elena was doing at the moment—if she was in the arms of David Spencer or whether she was planning something major against me...What else could she be doing if not to be snuggled in the damn professor's embrace? I lay on her side of the bed, wondering if I could get an inkling of where she was. I needed to find Elena as soon as possible. My peace of mind depends on it. Elena’s mobile phone was proof enough that she planned to torment me as much as she wanted. I must get this phone working soon enough. The blaring sound of a phone’s ringtone jolted me up. I hastily grabbed the broken phone and stared at it from all directions, yet there was nothing in it that showed the sound was coming from within this crap. I looked around the bed and the headboard, wondering if Elena left some other phone that I overlooked. However, the call cut abruptly, and I couldn’t search for the phone. “Ronan, you fool! That was your ringtone. Shit!” Why was I so messed
RonanI drove back to the house I shared with Elena for three years, my thoughts on nothing else but Elena. How could she fill my head this way when she wasn’t even here? I had no urge to decorate the house, as no one else could do it better than her. She was the only one who took care of things here, and now that she wasn’t around, I had no reason to design the house. I could just leave this place and stay with Darcy if I wanted to. However, I felt a little hesitant, because Elena could come home and meet my absence. Who could tell what she would do if she returned and didn’t find me here. Anything was possible with Elena Jones. I bypassed the quiet Benson, who looked like he wanted to ask me something. However, when he noticed my icy gaze, he backed away. I knew what he wanted to ask. How could I tell my housekeeper that my wife left home without finding it necessary to inform me about her plans? Elena even left everything I gave her. No. She burned everything I ever got for her