hayle’s pov.I could see him avert his gaze away from mine as soon as our eyes locked, for some reason an unsettling feeling got stuck at the pit of my belly and it made me wonder how and why I was stuck up on things like this. Was he still being a cry baby because I solely refused to eat with him in public at the company?.“Good morning alex .” I greeted as soon as he made way towards the elevator and I followed behind him, he had said nothing even when I smiled from ear to ear,I knew I should not have requested things that made him feel petty and yes, I was terrible at explaining feelings, I could have just told him I was never good with taking things from people without doing anything for them in return, but then again, I should never run my opinions against anyone else.I swallowed hard, wallowed in my own self pity as I recalled how hard it was for me to sleep last night, been in a strange house really did take it's roll on me, Emily and I had barely gotten chance to talk, as s
Morgan 's point of view“You don't look too good. Someone spoke from across the bar while his feet drew closer to me. I took a shot of tequila, then chugged down more lime before moving my eyes to match his.“ matt.” I wiped my eyes, two peas in a pod. They were unbelievable.“I don't think the boss would like to see you here. Drinking all alone so late at night in a bar like this, aren't you both just married?” Matt asked with a smile lingering on the sides of his lips.“You should be worried about your boss and not me; besides, does he care where I am or where I'm off to? It's not like it's any of my business or his; last time I checked, he kept pinning and whining on hayle . He just keeps talking about her—way too much gloating floating and this and that, and I'm sick and bloody tired of keeping up with his constant trauma. I'm not his mother, and I'm most certainly not hayle !" I complained and lashed out loud before realizing my mistake.I was a dead bit drunk.But I certainly s
morgan 's point of viewA yawn eased through my lips while I rolled through to the other end of the bed. My hands tapped slowly against the body, just like they had usually done.But there was nothing there.I parted my eyes and brows hastily, and the first thing my eyes landed on was the huge mirror.Right across the room, my very own reflection mocks me. I looked like a mess.A sigh eased through my lips while I pushed further away from the bed ; I wasn't getting it. What could possibly be wrong such as that Giovanni didn't sleep home the previous night.On my first attempt at trying to collect the memories of the previous occurrences, but then I felt an insane urge to retch, I picked my head towards. While I spilled out all the contents in my belly, retching terribly, I turned on the tap in the sink to have my face wiped. And then it dawned on me...“Matt!” I blurted out all at once, darted towards the door, and I dashed out of the room. My eyes scanned through the environm
Chapter oneHaley pushed the door open, and an air of loneliness greeted her. Ethan Hall, her husband, was absent. Not back from his whereabouts. The furious husband had stormed out of the apartment after a heated argument.It had been two days, and he was still not back. And Haley could only think that the three-year marriage had come to a grinding halt.Things had become sour after Haley discovered some nude pictures in her husband's phone. And she couldn't help but think that her husband would be nowhere other than with his mistress, Morgan Reed.Haley moved to pour herself a glass of water. After that, she grabbed her cell phone and dialed the same digits she would be dialing for the millionth time.As expected, it went straight to voicemail. But this time around, she decided to leave a message."Honey, I'm so..." She wasn't sure of how to go about the apology. The words just would not come together."Honey, I'm sorry for the other day. I never should have said those words.
Chapter two“What the hell are you doing here?”“Excuse me!” Morgan released an elongated hiss as she walked past Haley into the apartment.Haley, who was in a hurry to leave, turned after receiving a shove to the shoulder. She had warned the bitch to never set foot in the apartment. Ever.“Ethan, what's she doing here,” Haley asked, setting down her bags.“Oh, sorry. I forgot to tell you. I invited her over.”Haley pondered over the whole situation. Ethan had invited his mistress before signing the divorce papers. This could only mean that Morgan had known about the divorce. Not only that, she might have orchestrated the whole thing.“Into our home?”“Don't make it a big deal. We are no longer together. You already signed the papers.”Morgan turned to Haley and smirked. “You see, I came on invitation. And you, on the other hand, need to leave.“I should leave?” Haley mimicked.“You should. You don't deserve him.”Haley found it amusing that she was now being told to leave
Chapter three“Ladies of this generation think they know more than their parents. This is what befalls every daughter who fails to listen to her father. I knew this would happen. It was only a matter of time. Not if; but when.”Perched on a seat at the dining table, Haley listened closely to the words of her father. Mr. Wilson could be brutal and outspoken, and he had not failed to live up to expectation. And Haley thought that a stubborn daughter deserved it all.“This was exactly what I was afraid of. You are a brilliant young lady. You came out top of your class in high school. I wanted you to go to college, but you insisted on getting married. Experience is truly the best teacher for you.”“Richard!” Mrs. Wilson chipped in to caution the words of her husband.“Don't Richard me. You were part of the problem,” Mr. Wilson shot back at his wife.Mrs. Wilson held back her thoughts. She was the main supporter of the marriage. Unlike the father, Mrs. Wilson thought the onus was on
That evening, Haley dressed in the crimson gown, the rich color accentuating her every curve. Her makeup was flawless, her hair styled into soft waves that framed her face. A beauty mark just below her eye added a touch of allure. She was striking, like a vision from a painting.As she walked into the auction hall, she felt all eyes turn toward her, including those of Alex Lane, a man known for his sharp wit and even sharper tongue. He took in her appearance with keen interest.“Who is that?” Alex asked, intrigued.Vardy Foster, his friend and notorious playboy, grinned beside him. “That’s Haley Summers, Ethan Charles’ wife. But rumor has it Ethan ’s here with another woman. We might just see some fireworks tonight.”Alex didn’t reply, his attention fixed on Haley as she moved gracefully through the crowd.Inside the venue, Morgan Stale clung nervously to Ethan ’s arm, her white dress a stark contrast to the vibrant colors around her. “I’m not sure I should be here,” she murmu
a familiar voice echoed from the back. Vardy walked up with a casual stride, Alex beside him.Vera caught sight of Alex and responded calmly, “Indeed. I bought it for amusement.”Morgan ’s complexion turned pale, realizing how out of her depth she was. While ten billion meant little to Ethan , it seemed to mean even less to Vera.Embarrassed, Morgan ’s face flushed red. She realized she had made a fool of herself in front of these powerful people.Suddenly, alex asked, “I heard Mr. Charles got married recently. Is this lady beside him Mrs. Charles?”Morgan ’s face grew redder, and she shook her head nervously. “N-No…”“She’s mine, Vera,” Ethan declared, pulling Vera close to him. Vera tried to free herself from his grip, but Ethan held on tighter.He’d noticed Alex ’s lingering gaze on Vera. Men could always tell when another man was interested.“So, Ms. Summers is Mrs. Charles. My mistake. I just assumed, seeing Mr. Charles sharing a laugh with this lady earlier, that she was hi