Zelda remembered four years ago when she was caught in James's bed…..
She would admit that she had always had a little crush on James growing up and had deep feelings for him, but she would have never acted on her emotions, and worse she would never have used trickery to get him to be with her. She wanted James to love her back and reciprocate her feelings.
So, the fact that James blamed her for what happened four years ago when they were both caught in bed the day he was supposed to get engaged to his girlfriend, Susan, remained a mystery to her.
James was furious and Nobody believed her when she said she had nothing to do with it.
Nobody believed her, because she and Susan Wenger, who was James's ex-girlfriend, had a history.
When Zelda was six years old, she found out that her parents weren't her biological parents, but that she and Susan had been switched at birth. Each child was taken back to their biological family. That's when Zelda found herself taken into a family full of violence and domestic abuse.
At first, the two parents had tried making things easier for the children by meeting together and trying to help with their adjustments, but later that died a very quick death. Susan never wanted to spend time with the parents who had raised her and Zelda couldn't blame her for it, but that meant Zelda lost the only people who had ever cared for her in her life.
The switch had also created competition between the two children, even though Zelda didn't know why Susan was so obsessed with her and taking away everything that she held dear. Susan would always show fake concern and sisterhood when they had an audience, something Zelda loathed.
Zelda now wondered if James loved her, or if he was ever going to love her. To be honest with herself, she couldn't see it ever happening.
When she was eight years old, James was her hero, her saviour. James had picked her up off the ground when her father had been violent towards her, to save her life her brother had to take her to the Ferguson estate for help.
When they knocked on the door, James was the one who opened the door. Without a question, he took her in his arms and brought her inside the house. Slowly soothing her,
“ Don't worry Zee, You're going to be okay. I am going to take care of you.“
Since then, she had always seen him as her saviour. He had always been good and gentle with her, patient and kind. But ever since those four years ago, when they were found in bed together, James had been different. He had become cold towards her
As she thought this, she took a glass of wine. She drank it and then held on too hard that it broke in her arm. She immediately got out of her haze and began cleaning the mess and herself.
When she was done treating her wound and getting dressed, she went downstairs, and as she expected, her in-laws didn’t make it.
Her inlaws, Mr and Mrs Ferguson used to be her adopted parents. Her mother-in-law hated her with a passion for breaking their son's engagement to the Wengers, thereby trapping James and forcing the circumstances in her favour. She knew that her mother-in-law prayed ll the divorce of her marriage and wasn't shy to express her feelings either.
The only people who came were her brother-in-law, Xavier and her best friend, Gian. She smiled at them, and as she walked towards them, that's when her brother-in-law fainted, and they had to rush him to the hospital.
“Don't worry Xavier. Zee is going to take care of you.“ Zelda kept soothing Xavier as he was put into the ambulance and all the way to the hospital.
When they arrived at the hospital, Xavier was rushed into the emergency room. Zelda called her in-laws and went to the waiting room to wait for the doctor's news. At the waiting room, Zelda found James with Susan.
The two were sitting outside the examination room together. She was shocked but she thought the two of them were there to see her brother-in-law, but when they saw her, James was startled as he went towards her,
“Zelda, what are you doing here? Is everything alright?“
That is when it became clear to Zelda that James had no prior information about his younger brother being at the hospital.
It tore at Zelda's heart. She didn't even know that Susan was back in the country because she had been gone for four years ever since her marriage to James.
Seeing Susan here tore at Zelda's heart, especially on their anniversary, and also her birthday, which was the same birthday as Susan. She could still see the two of them sitting together so close and ooh, so lovely, like a couple made in heaven.
She straightened and pulled James towards her in a show of power as they stood together facing Susan. With gorced cheer she answered her husband with a smile, looking up at him.
“We brought Xavier to the hospital he had another episode….“ She said but Suzan interrupted her with a gasp
“… oh my God! Is he okay?“
Zelda ignored her question and turned to stare at her as if she hadn't noticed her before.
“Susan? I didn't see you there.“
“Sister..!“ Susan exclaimed, pretending to airhug Zelda.
Zelda frowned at her. “ Stop pretending you're happy to see me. What are you doing here with my husband on our anniversary?“
James pulled her q bit too roughly towards her and gave him a disapproving look.
“Sister, you misunderstood…..“Susan began saying.
Just then Susan's parents came into the hospital, dismissing her like they didn't just take care of her six years of her life. The Wengers cooed and petted Susan, asking her if she felt better, and how she was doing.
Zelda realized that James had left her all alone today and gone to celebrate Susan's birthday, leaving her to celebrate her birthday and their anniversary on her own.
A nurse came in and called Xavier's relatives and told them he was transported into a word and they should go see him. She turned and started heading to the ward but James stopped her,
“You go on ahead. I'll come join you in a few minutes.“
“Wha… and where are you going?“ Zelda asked in surprise. Was James choosing to stay with Susan rather than go see his own brother?
“ I am taking Susan to see the doctor.“ James answered with a straight face.
“But Susan's parents are already here and she looks perfectly healthy to me.“ Zelda answered, throwing Sharp looks at Susan.
James didn't answer her but went to take Susan's arm who gave her a pleased look as the group went down the hall. Zelda couldn't believe that James was choosing Susan over her, over everything, over them.
As Zelda was walking towards her brother-in-law's ward in a daze, she heard her mother-in-law speaking with her friend about her brother-in-law's condition. Her brother-in-law Xavier had leukaemia. But from her mother-in-law's words, it seemed his condition was far worse than she had earlier thought. She heard her mother-in-law plotting to get her pregnant as soon as possible to act as a blood bag, a blood bin, to save her brother-in-law.
"I know, but Xavier has Rh-negative blood, so blood transfusion is inevitable. If Zelda Liamson can give birth to a matching child, then she will be of some use, and the Ferguson family will not have raised her in vain..."
her mother-in-law's voice was heard on the other side.
That's how she found out that her mother-in-law was setting her up to get pregnant, not because she had finally accepted her as her daughter-in-law, but because she wanted to use her to save her son's life. She suspected her mother-in-law might have been behind the torn condoms this morning too.
This was too much for her, and Zelda couldn't hear anymore. She ran out of the hospital and started walking, not knowing where she was actually walking.
Eighteen years ago, when Susan came into her life, Zelda lost everything, a family, everything she knew. And now, she was back again. She wondered if she was going to lose everything to Susan again.
She saw a group of women walking down the street. They were coming from a fashion show. She stopped and stared at the building of the fashion designer. She loved designing and she loved putting on a show. Growing up, she went to fashion and modelling school. She used to joke that she was going to be a model
‘why model for other people when I can model my own clothes’ she used to say.
But ever since she got married, she had gotten rid of that dream. Her brother had tried telling her to go back to school, but she had been reluctant because she wanted to concentrate on her marriage. But considering what James had done, having buried any last hope she had of them being together, she wondered whether this was a sign for her to let him go and continue living her life.
Just then, a taxi started coming towards her. She hailed it and got in. Just as the car started moving, she remembered that she didn’t have any money. She forgot to take her bag from the house when they took Xavier to the hospital.
“I am so sorry sir, I don't think I have any money on me.“ She said to the taxi driver.
The car stopped. The driver turned towards her, and she saw his eyes going towards her chest. Her hands instinctively went towards her necklace. This necklace was very special to her.
She remembered how James had given the necklace to her on her very first birthday at the Ferguson home. It was her most prized possession. Not because it was worth millions of dollars but because of what it symbolised. She had never taken it off.
She removed the necklace and gave it to the driver,
“ You can have this. It is worth a lot of money”
The taxi driver took the necklace as he watched her and took notice of her expensive clothes.
“ How much can I get for this?“ He asked her suspiciously.
“Two to four million dollars” she answered with a straight face. The driver gasped but Zelda tuned him out.
Giving a way the necklace marked as a symbol of her finally letting go.
As the driver continued on his way, he then noticed someone was following them. The person seemed to be signalling for them to stop.
“Miss do you know the person following us” he asked Zelda. Zelda turned around and immediately recognized the car. It happened to be James. She sighed heavily.
“It's my husband. Just pull over, he never gives up .“ She told the driver who listened to her and stopped.
James got out of his car and stood outside waiting, but Zelda didn't make a move to get out. While gritting his teeth he came towards the taxi and opened it,
“Get out!“ He commanded her with a sharp tone.
“No. I want a divorce.“
James pulled Zelda from the taxi towards his car, without saying a word. The minute he put her inside, he noticed that she was not wearing her necklace.“Where is it?” he asked, his tone firm.“What?” she replied, pretending she didn't know what he meant.“Where is the necklace? Where is your necklace?” James asked, getting more worked up“I threw it away,” Zelda said, her voice steady.“You threw it away!? Why?” James asked, clearly caught off guard by the answer.He knew how much Zelda loved that necklace. He had never seen her without it, ever since he put it on her neck himself“I want a divorce,” she said simply.James's expression shifted from confusion to anger and disbelief.“What are you talking about? What divorce? You're the one who wanted to marry me,” he said, disbelief filling his voice. “You drugged me and climbed into my bed, making sure that everyone knew that we were together, tying me to you, forcing me to marry you, and now you want a divorce?” he laughed mockingly
James did not wait for Zelda to answer him as he went towards the cabinet and came back with a pregnancy test. He showed it to her, placing it in front of her face."Here, take it," he said.Zelda looked at him as she took the pregnancy test in her hand."I'm not pregnant," she told him as she placed the test on the counter.James took it back and shoved it toward her again. "Take the test.""I'm not pregnant. You just came back yesterday, and you forced me to take the pills after we slept together. How could I be pregnant?" Zelda replied with frustration. "I don’t want to argue with you, James.""Just take the test," he insisted, his tone unmoving.Zelda sighed. "Okay, fine," she said, grabbing the test from him. She raised her eyebrow at him before asking, "Can I have some privacy?""No, I want to see you do it."She sighed again but complied. Fighting James was a losing battle, she was already tired with the whole day. Zelda peed on the stick, all while watching him stand over her
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ZeldaWe both turned toward the door to find Mr. Wenger standing there, his face tight with anger and a hint of surprise at the scene before him. His gaze shifted between James and me, his voice sharp as he demanded,"What is going on here?"James, still holding me on his lap, seemed completely unbothered by the interruption. He tilted his head slightly, meeting Mr. Wenger's glare with a cool smirk."Oh, Mr Wenger," he said as though he had only just noticed him. "Have you come to see Xander? How may I help you?"Mr. Wenger’s lips tightened, his irritation barely contained. "Susan is out there crying. She hasn’t stopped since you left. It’s getting worse. The wound on her hand hurts, and she’s calling out your name over and over."James’s expression didn’t shift. He leaned back casually, his arm still firmly around me. "And what do you want me to do about it? Soothe her! Tell her to stop crying! Do something!".Mr Wenger scoffed, a low, mocking sound. "Do you think I haven’t tried tha
“All right,” James said, his tone commanding but calm. “Now get off the bed, go to the wall, and face it. You’ll stand there for an hour. Use the time to think about what you’ve done wrong, and when I come back, be ready to apologize.”Xander sulked as he shuffled toward the wall, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He faced the wall obediently but cast a quick glance back at James, pouting. I couldn’t help but speak up, whispering so Xander wouldn’t hear.“But he’s sick—”Before I could finish, James turned toward me, his gaze sharp as steel. He caught my hand mid-motion and held it tightly, his grip firm but not crushing.“You’re hurting me,” I murmured, looking up at him. He didn't answer as he kept looking at me silently“Are you going to break my arm to avenge your mistress Susan?..“ I asked, anger leading me on“Susan's hand is more precious, she actually has a career that depends on her hand.“ He answered snidely.I widened my eyes at him, this was clearly a jab at me and my choi
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ZeldaThe tension in the room was thick as Mr. and Mrs. Wenger confronted me, their eyes full of judgment. I could feel my blood boil with every word they spoke, each accusation more ridiculous than the last. When Lucy slapped me, I could feel the sting not just on my cheek, but deep in my chest. It was as though she had slapped James in the face, too. No, worse—because this wasn’t just about me; it was about us, our marriage, and everything that was being twisted in front of me.Lucy’s voice was sharp, but I held my composure. I had learned long ago not to let them see how deeply their words could wound.“Why should I apologize?” she snapped. “Look at what’s happened to Susan! She’s injured! And you’re asking me to apologize?”I felt James tense beside me, his protective aura unmistakable. My pulse quickened at the thought that he was standing up for me, not letting them steamroll me. His gaze was cold, and his words were like ice when he spoke."My wife is shy, tolerant, and reasona
JamesI couldn’t take it any longer. The weight of Susan’s tears and her clinging to me became unbearable, her sobs grating against my nerves. Without a word, I gently pulled myself away from her grasp and turned toward Hilda, who stood nearby, watching the scene unfold with a concerned expression.I guided Susan into Hilda’s arms, letting her friend take over the role of comforting her. Susan clung to Hilda now, her cries muffled as she buried her face in her friend's shoulder."I'm sorry about what happened to you, Susan, but it couldn't be Zelda. She's not responsible for this."Susan’s eyes widened in disbelief, tears streaming down her face. She stared at me as if she couldn’t process what I had just said. To her, the idea that I would defend Zelda—again—was shocking. Her lips trembled, and the sobs she had barely contained broke free. She turned and threw herself into Hilda’s arms, crying harder.Of course, Zelda, being who she was, tightened her hold on Susan protectively. But
I stood there stunned, my hand pressed to my stinging cheek, staring at the woman in front of me—Lucy Wenger, Susan Wenger’s mother. A woman who had once been a mother figure to me for six years before discarding me like a broken toy when she discovered I wasn’t her biological child.“Why did you slap me?” I asked, my voice calm but cold, demanding an explanation.Her face twisted with anger as she pointed a trembling finger at me. “You! You are the reason Susan is in the hospital right now! Ever since she came back, all you’ve done is hurt her. Just last week, you hit her with a broom, and now you’ve caused her hand to be injured again. Why are you doing this? Why do you hate her so much?”I clenched my fists at my sides, biting back the sharp retort that danced on the tip of my tongue. Before I could respond, she stepped closer, her voice rising. “We took care of you! We raised you! We gave you everything! And this is how you repay us—by hurting Susan?”Before Lucy could continue he
JamesI carried Susan outside, my arms stiff as I tried to ignore the ache building in my chest. As soon as I stepped into the open air, I spotted Chang already waiting by the car. Without hesitation, I shifted her weight into his arms.“Take Ms. Wenger to the hospital,” I instructed, my voice clipped. “Make sure she gets all the medical attention she needs.”Susan clung to my shirt like her life depended on it, her grip weak but persistent. She tilted her face up, her expression pitiful.“James, please… don’t leave me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.I didn’t reply. I didn’t even look at her. What could I say to her at this moment? Chang stepped in, his calm professionalism cutting through the tension.“Ms. Wenger,” he said firmly, “Mr. Ferguson has entrusted me to assist you. Please, allow me to help you to the hospital. His wounded arm hasn't healed yet.”Susan paled, her fingers loosening on my shirt. She let go, defeated, and murmured, “I’m sorry, James. I didn’t mean t
Jian nodded, and we headed off, not knowing what awaited us.We moved toward the growing crowd outside the jewellery store, curiosity driving us. To my astonishment, a sea of people stood there, phones raised, taking videos and pictures. Jeanne gripped my hand, pulling me through the throng to see what had caused the commotion.The sharp cries of a woman pierced through the buzz of the crowd. As we broke through the front line, the scene before us was shocking. Xander stood at the centre, a hammer clutched tightly in his hand, his face a mask of rage. Nearby, Susan was restrained by two of Xander's bodyguards, each gripping one of her arms as she struggled and screamed.“How dare you take my sister-in-law’s family heirloom?” Xander bellowed, his voice echoing through the store. “She is the first sister-in-law and the rightful heir. She’s the one who deserves it. How did you get it? How did you come to possess it?”Susan thrashed against the grip of the bodyguards. “Leave me alone, Xan