After the divorce, she became the dream woman everyone longed for. James Ferguson saved Zelda Liamson and always did whatever she asked, making sure she had everything she could ever want. Zelda thought it was true love. After five years of marriage, she realized she was nothing more than his favourite pet, while he was her whole world. Then, the woman James truly loved came back, and Zelda demanded a divorce. James mocked her, saying, " You can't survive without me. What will you do without the Ferguson's name? " But Zelda did run away and never looked back, receiving marriage proposals every day. James lost his mind and returned, begging Zelda, "Please, come back to me. Give me another chance." His eyes were full of love and desperation.
View MoreJamesDamn it, she just collapsed. Zelda. Unconscious. In my arms. It felt…right. Too right. I had to get her out of here, back to my place, where I could take care of her.Just as I was about to shut the car door, Aunt San was there, her voice sharp, cutting through the haze of worry and…something else I couldn't quite name."James, what are you doing?"I didn't have time for this."Aunt, you have been tired today, go back and have a rest, we will solve our own problems."I didn't even look at her. I couldn't. All my attention was on Zelda, on the delicate curve of her cheek, the way her hand felt small and cold in mine. I gently shifted her, making sure she was comfortable.Aunt San's voice tightened. "James, don't you know Zee's temper? If you force her like this, you will regret it in the future!"Regret? I'd been living with regret for far too long. I finally looked up at her, really looked at her. My hand moved, almost of its own accord, stroking Zelda's hair. It was soft, like
ZeldaA bitter laugh almost escaped my lips. Did he love me? After everything? It felt like a cruel joke, a final, twisted act of manipulation. I almost suspected I was hallucinating, that the stress and pain had finally driven me mad.He actually said he loved me. How was that possible?I’d spent years longing for those words, dreaming of a day when he’d finally see me, truly see me. But now, they tasted like ash in my mouth. The happiness I’d craved was gone, replaced by a hollow ache, a profound sense of doubt. I had lost the capacity to believe him. His words, once capable of moving mountains within me, now fell flat, powerless.With a slow, deliberate movement, I pried his arms from around my waist. The touch that had once been a source of comfort now felt like a suffocating weight."Don't be ridiculous," I said, my voice flat, devoid of emotion. "If your love is what keeps hurting and disappointing me, then it's so cheap that I don't care about it."I turned and walked away, eac
JamesI stood there, my breathing heavy, watching the way Zelda looked at me—cold, distant like I was a stranger to her. My fists clenched and unclenched at my sides, my entire body tense as I fought the urge to shake some sense into her."Zee, you are in a very bad condition right now. What you need most is rest!" I forced my voice to be gentle, though my throat felt raw. "We can talk about other things later, okay?"I reached out, wanting—needing—to hold her, to feel that she was still mine. But she stepped back, her eyes flashing with impatience."Now that things have come to this, Mr. Ferguson doesn't think it's necessary for our marriage to continue, right?"Her words sliced through me.I barely hesitated. "Yes, it is necessary!"Because she loved me. I could see it now. And I—damn it, I loved her too. I had just never said it. Never admitted it. And now she wanted to walk away?No. I wouldn’t allow it.Something dark and desperate surged inside me. I took a step forward, reachin
ZeldaHe just stayed there, squatting, like a statue carved from stone. I couldn't bear it anymore. I stood up, abruptly. If he wouldn’t leave, I would.But then, he was up too, and he pulled me into his arms. A tight, desperate embrace, like he was trying to fuse us together."Zee, I'm sorry, but don't refuse my help!" His voice was rough, hoarse.Xavier stepped forward, a calming presence. "Zee, calm down."Calm? I wasn't as calm as I pretended. Seeing him, being this close, it was like a storm raging inside me.But Jian… Jian was the priority.I pushed him away, a small, forceful shove. Then, I bowed. Deeply, respectfully."Thank you very much, Mr. Ferguson."Xavier’s coat slipped off my shoulders as I bowed, pooling on the cold floor. Me, in my ruined wedding dress, bowing to the man I was supposed to marry.A stranger.It was supposed to be our wedding day. I was supposed to be in his arms, laughing, kissing, surrounded by well-wishers. Instead, I was bowing, distant, polite, a w
JamesI stood there, a statue carved from ice, my fists clenched so tightly the veins on the back of my hands bulged. I was a silent snow mountain, an avalanche brewing beneath the surface.The grand hotel lobby, usually bustling with life, was now eerily quiet. The crowd, a sea of faces, was hushed, the silence so profound you could hear a pin drop.After a long, agonizing moment, I moved. I bent down, picking up the torn piece of wedding dress, the silk crumpled in my fist. It was as if I could hold onto something, anything, this way.I turned slowly, my gaze sweeping across the room, settling on Aunt San's slightly swollen face. Then, I looked at Xavier, his expression heavy with guilt."How did she fall?" My voice was hoarse, barely a whisper.Xavier's Adam's apple bobbed, his face paling. He had been focused on protecting his mother, oblivious to Hellen's proximity to the stairs. He never imagined a simple struggle could lead to such a catastrophe.He opened his mouth to speak, b
ZeldaThe noise from the banquet hall faded into a dull hum behind me. None of it mattered anymore."Zelda Liamson, stop right there! You shameless thing, explain yourself!" Hellen Ferguson's voice, shrill with fury, cut through the air, blocking my path.I frowned, my expression hardening."Get out of my way. Your son missed the wedding, not me."I tried to sidestep her, but she grabbed my arm, her grip tight. "Don't talk about James. If you weren't so disrespectful, if you hadn't married your elder brother while still pining for your younger brother, James wouldn't have abandoned you!"I froze, bewildered. What was she talking about?Jian stepped forward, pulling Hellen's hand away, and pushing me behind her."Auntie, the guests are still here. At least have some dignity. You're acting like a shrew.""You have no right to speak! Get out of here!" Hellen raised her hand, aiming a slap at Jian.Jian reacted quickly, dodging the blow and pulling me back. Hellen stumbled, grabbing the s
ZeldaI clenched my hands, forcing myself to remain calm."He'll be here soon. Don't worry."I glanced at the two bodyguards flanking Hellen. They were James's men, placed there to prevent her from causing trouble. But she was his mother, and they couldn't physically restrain her for mere words."Madam, please proceed to the banquet hall," I said, my voice clear and firm.The bodyguards, taking their cue, stepped forward, subtly urging Hellen to move. She glared at me, her voice laced with venom."The guests are arriving, and you're still sitting here? Don't you know you're supposed to be greeting them?""I'll go now. Please, go in first," I replied, my tone indifferent.Hellen turned and stormed off, but Hilder lingered, her voice dripping with sarcasm."Three years of marriage, and now they decide to have a wedding? How ridiculous! Did my Brother agree because of the pregnancy? No wonder he's not here yet.""Hilder Ferguson, your mouth has been marinating in a toilet for years! It r
ZeldaMy lips felt numb, and my face drained of colour. Two days. Two eternities. What was the point of waiting anymore? Each minute stretched into a lifetime. Before the shadows lengthened, a fragile hope flickered within me.He said he'd come back. Maybe, just maybe, he'd appear in the courtyard, a whirlwind of apologies, and I'd rush to him, my heart a frantic drumbeat.But darkness had fallen, and his promised return was a distant echo. In this age of instant communication, accidents don't happen in silent voids.Just as I was about to concede, to utter a defeated "Okay," my phone, a dark, silent slab, blazed to life. His ringtone, the one I'd reserved solely for him, echoed in the quiet room."Husband" flashed across the screen. My hand trembled. Why now?"Answer it, you fool! Make him explain himself!" Jian urged, snapping me from my daze. My fingers, clumsy with nerves, tapped the green button."Zee, I'm sorry. I couldn't make it back as planned. I saw your calls. Are you worri
ZeldaI laughed, a warm, bubbling sound that filled the bathroom."Mr. Ferguson," I teased, wrapping my arms around his neck, "it's good to have this awareness. It deserves encouragement."I leaned in, kissing him softly, and he responded with a deeper, more passionate kiss. When we finally parted, I rested my head on his shoulder, my breath coming in soft, contented sighs."The wedding is the day after tomorrow," I said, a flicker of worry creeping into my voice. "And my pregnancy is showing now? I hope the wedding dress still fits. The bridal shop is delivering the dress tonight. You haven't even tried on your suit yet. Please come home early."The wedding was so close, just two days away. The last two weeks had been a whirlwind of rehearsals and preparations, a happy chaos that had kept me busy and distracted. But as the day drew nearer, a familiar unease settled in my stomach. Was this pre-wedding jitters?James, on the other hand, seemed perpetually busy, his attention divided be
"I am coming home."Zelda Liamson received a message from her husband, James Ferguson. Her husband had been away on a work trip for three months, and he was finally coming back.Zelda was so happy she couldn't hide the happiness and the smile on her face. Her relationship with her husband had been strained because they had gotten married under different circumstances, circumstances that did not involve love. When James left, staying away for so long, for those three whole months, Zelda thought that he was going to ask her for a divorce.She thought he took those three months away from her to give her space to get used to the idea of getting divorced.Although this message from her husband didn't specifically mean that he was not going to ask her for a divorce, she thought this was a great thing. If he was going to ask for a divorce, he would have just sent her the divorce papers. She would have dealt with lawyers, but he specifically wrote 'home' in his message.He was coming home to ...
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