Fred’s POVThinking about the scumbag in front of me, I wanted to beat him to a pulp all over again! A flurry of security guards arrived, and with them the owner of this nightclub, Elijah. We were friends from college days.“Elijah, forgive me about the uproar, but man, that guy came out of nowhere!” I said and tried to suppress my anger.I didn’t know what the hell was that about. It wasn’t like me to act this way, but when Emily was attacked, something overtook me and I just couldn’t stop.“Fred, please don’t mention it. I never meant for any of this to happen. My apologies,” he replied and turned to his security. “Guys, let’s clean this mess up and get this buffoon out of here. Amp up the security, too,” he ordered. Patting the assailant down to make sure he had no weapons on him or had stolen anything, one of the security men pulled something from the man’s left trouser pocket: a small bag of white powder. Not only had he tried to hurt Emily, but this guy was clearly on drugs,
Emily’s POVOpening my eyes, I felt an immense throbbing sensation in my head. A hangover from hell greeted me, signaling just how much I’d drunk last night. Also, speaking of last night, I wonder what happened? I couldn’t remember much. I remembered it was a staff party but the rest of it was a blur. “Oh my God,” the memory flooding back, “Fred was there, too!” Out of all the people, why did it have to be him? He was the last person I wanted to see and for a very long time at that. The memory of it made my head spin even more. On top of that, today was my first day as the new boss of the subsidiary — that much I did know — and I needed to pull myself together. Glancing over at my bedside clock, it was already 6am. Dammit Em, I needed to start getting ready, I didn’t want to be late on my first day. Gulping back a glass of water and a couple of painkillers, I quickly showered and dried my hair. It smelled like vomit. I ran my fingers across the business suits and expensive dre
Emily’s POVLeaving the office immediately after our phone call, I drove straight to the hospital. Approaching the ward, the family were all there, and everyone, even Fred who had asked me to come, looked surprised as I walked in. I realized then that it was probably my appearance more than my presence, or maybe a combination of both. Coming straight from the office, there hadn’t been time to change my suit, and no one had seen me dressed this way before. Fred’s eyes fixated on me, and Nancy was staring intensely. She was summizing me from head to heel, surveying my diamond necklace and matching earrings with jealous eyes. “Hi, Emily. Thanks for coming,” managed Fred after a few seconds, “Grandad has asked to speak to you, alone. We’re just on our way out, anyway.” I nodded, and with that, the family exited the room. It was only after everyone was gone that Fred’s grandfather finally turned to me. “Emily, my dear, thank you very much for coming to see me. I know it’s not the most
Emily’s POVMy knee had crashed into one of the pebbled stones. I had hurt myself quite badly, and a bit of blood was dribbling from the injury. Leon immediately rushed to me. “Are you okay, Em, I’m so so sorry! Do you need an ambulance?!” He cried out to me with a look of concern as well as horror. He reached out his hand to pick me up off the ground. Fred was standing a few feet away; a helpless stare on his face, like a cat stuck in a tree unable to get down. Ignoring him, I turned to look up at Leon.“No, there’s no need to make a fuss, Leo,” I stopped him, “can you go and grab a medical kit? I don’t want to move my leg for now.” “Of course, I’ll only be a minute. Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yes, I’m sure,” I comforted him. Leo nodded. He was about to grab the kit, but he suddenly turned to Fred.“And you,” Leon warned, "stay away. Don’t get any closer to Emily.” And with that, Leon hurried inside the house. Once my brother was out of sight, and earshot, Fred stumbled over hes
Emily’s POVAfter a few seconds of confusion passed, Fred’s weird question then hit me like a ton of bricks, and regret washed over me. My face turned flush-red and I hoped no one noticed.I wished I had never bandaged the wound in front of him…Of course, it all made total sense when I quickly realized why he was so shocked. Years before we were married, or our first encounter in the United States, I moved abroad in pursuit of traveling the world. After time in Australia, I hopped over to the United Kingdom. Falling in love with London, I decided to take a nursing course where I spent the next year. Our first real encounter happened here. Arriving at the hospital five years ago, Fred came in with an injury. As the nurse on call that night, he was assigned to me.It was a short and quick doctor’s visit, but I was the one who bandaged his injury. Fred never knew it was me who helped him. And if he did, he never mentioned it. Eventually, the incident had become a long-lost memory, un
Emily’s POVWhen will this ever end; is Fred ever going to stop? But I knew his temperament well enough to know that if I didn’t answer, he’d do exactly as he threatened. Instead of ignoring his message, dealing with it then and there was the best option. Dialing his number, his anxious tone shocked me, and there were no hints of wanting to argue. “Em, hi, sorry to bother you so late, have you seen the news?” he asked briskly. “Hi, Fred. Yes, I briefly saw the news an hour or so ago,” not wanting to let up too much. “But I’m really not in the mood to congratulate my cheating ex-husband and his mistress who ruined my marriage.” There was hardly any strength in me left to talk about his upcoming wedding, and with that, I hung up the phone, pulled the featherdown duvet over my head, and forced myself to fall asleep. Tomorrow is another day. Arriving at work the next morning, the whispers among the staff were hard to ignore. My secretary would know what the murmurs were all for. “She
Fred’s POVSince accidentally injuring Emily, I hadn’t seen her. My memory of those bandages continued to haunt me, and I sometimes caught myself randomly thinking about them. In an attempt to escape the nerve-wracking feelings, work had become my new best friend, well even so more than usual. Immersing myself in my job, I had spent the last few days at the office, isolating from the external news, and a little from the world. During another late night, out of the blue, a surprising phone call came through from my grandfather. Usually, our calls were business or immediate family-related. Plus he’d also had the recent health scare. But this wasn’t about any of these. He had demanded to know what was going on in the news, or as he liked to put it “this hogwash blasting through the television.” I had no idea what he was talking about, but he urged me to get in touch with our press team as soon as possible. More confused than I had been in the past week, I immediately checked my iPhon
Fred’s POVAll of the turmoil from the press and public opinion, not to mention the pressure from Grandfather, was starting to weigh heavily on my shoulders. I had never been an anxious guy, but I felt myself falling further into a dark pit these days. This incident had a significant impact on my family, not only me. The driver dropped Nancy off at her parent’s house; it was the best option for now. Grandfather’s words echoed through me again: I wouldn’t mind letting Nancy disappear from your life again. The last thing I wanted (and needed) was more trouble involving Nancy, so keeping her away from the scene was the only way forward. “You promise me this isn’t the end, Fred? You’re not going to leave me, darling?” Nancy asked me just before getting into the car, her face filled with sorrow. “Of course not, my dear, I just need a little bit of time to sort things out. Emily and I lived together for three years, you know that. I won’t let her suffer public criticism because of me…