ARIEL COLES
I walk really slowly into the penthouse, dragging my feet. All my energy is worn out, and I don’t feel like having any company in the house. I throw my car keys on the dining table and make my way upstairs to the bedroom that I shared with my husband for three years. If he never had hope in us, why would he sleep next to me in the same bed for so long? Why did he drag me with him until this day, only to spit me out like a meat that’s been stuck between his teeth? Why would he play with my feelings like that? I’m fragile – my heart is fragile. Did he take advantage of my kindness, or was it my stupidity of relaxing as a housewife? Now I feel embarrassed. Gosh, that girl Monica made me realise how much I missed out in the past three years. I’m only twenty-three, yet I missed out on so much of my youth, being a housewife to a man that was ice cold towards me. Monica looked very beautiful and sophisticated while I looked like I ran away from a loony bin. I can’t believe that I stooped myself so low in front of my husband and his mistress. I’m so embarrassed I can’t even change what happened. Sigh. Walking into my room, I find the helper who quickly puts down the envelope on the table and pretends as if she was dusting it. The room is way cleaner than how I left it, and it smells really good, but the strong detergents are nauseating. I quickly run to the bathroom with a hand on my mouth because I have an edge to vomit. “Oh, Mrs. Coles! Are you okay?” The helper asks, knocking on the door right after I just stormed in. I opened the toilet seat and kneeled before I puke all of yesterday’s food and drinks. The door finally opens, and she walks into the bathroom. I gag as I throw out the rest of the contents in my throat. The helper gently rubs my back and helps me back up on my feet. “Ma’am, you don’t look well. Do you want me to call sir?” She asks while I wash my mouth and brush my teeth. I shake my head. “No, thanks, Ellen. Can you open the windows and the glass door to the balcony, and please take the rest of the day off. Tell the others,” I instruct, opening the faucet in the shower for the water to run. “Will you be okay?” She asks. “Linda, you are worried about nothing. Please, anyone would be happy to get a half-day at work, so be that someone,” She nods hesitantly and walks out. I take off my pink satin lace pyjama set and get into the shower. The water is at the perfect temperature, so I just stand there for a while before I initially break down. I can’t believe I lost myself so much for a man who didn’t even try to put effort into our marriage. How could he love another person during the day, then make love to me at night? I am weak. This hurts so bad! *** I spent my day sleeping so that I wouldn’t think too much about Chase, but even though, it took me so long to sleep until I decided to just drug myself to sleep with Chase’s sleeping pills. Now that I am up, everything has come back to me, and I am staring at the divorce papers in front of me. He wants me to have the penthouse and the car. I don’t see anything mentioned about the company shares. Is he planning on buying me out of the company? Makes me wonder. I pick up the pen and sign the first page. I get to the second page, which is the last page to sign. Just as I was about to sign it, the door beeps indicating that someone has entered the code to unlock the door, and it opens. As soon as Chase walks in, I stand and meet him halfway. “Chase, can we talk?” I say, hoping to convince him otherwise. “Did you sign the papers?” He asks, not looking at me. “Chase, please give me a chance,” I hold his hand. “I’ll be the woman that you want me to be for you. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it. I will even start going to the gym and eat healthy; just don't divorce me,” I am so desperate right now that I’ll even change my hair, the way I walk, how I wear for him, and lose weight for him. I just don’t want him to leave me, I love him too much. “Let go of my hand, Ariel,” Only now, he does look down at me and warns me. Tears form in my eyes, and I can almost feel the lump heading to my throat. Without saying anything, he uses all his force to push me down to the ground where I fall hard and feel pain in my butt. I whimper as I raise my head up. Tears are falling down my face uncontrollably as I look at the devil up in the eyes. He has never seen me cry before, and I have never called him a devil. I am calling him one right now because this is who he has been to me all the time, and I am crying because the face of an Angel that I have always longed to see is given to another woman to enjoy. I can’t erase the image of him looking at another woman with pure glistening eyes, excitement, and most probably life in them. I wished he’d have looked at me the same way, but I endured the coldness and indifferences every day for years from him. “I love you, Chase,” I cry out, confessing. “Then sign the damn papers and let me go! I am here to get my clothes. I am heading upstairs, and when I come back, you better have those papers signed!” He is enraged and impatient. Before I speak, he walks away so that I don’t get the chance to. I pull myself up and saunter to the dining table to sign the last paper. I let my tears fall on the papers as I sign, and I throw them back in the envelope. A knock came through, and someone pushed it as it was not completely shut and steps inside the house. I chuckle bitterly and shake my head. “You have the nerve to come here to my house, Monica. How dare you?” I fold my arms. “Looking at you, I am guessing I won. You see, this game was not for you to play. Now the rightful owner of the thrown has claimed it back. Thank you for giving me what was mine in the first place,” “Won? Game? I didn’t realise I was a participant. What are we? Five-year-olds playing house? Monica, you may think you have won or think you are better than me, but you will never achieve being his wife. Do you think I am intimidated by your “career woman” standards, click clanking high heels on my marble floor, look phenomenal, and look down on me because I am a housewife? You don’t scare me because I can get that too, but do you have what it takes to be Chase’s wife? Chase will regret ever leaving me, and you’ll be my substitute in my absence. Now, get out and wait for Chase outside… he’ll be down when he is done. My house was cleaned, and you are making it untidy with your cheap confidence,” She moves forward, attempting to hit me, but I catch her hand and move towards her. “What is it? Was there a cockroach on my face? Oh, I almost forgot that the only roach in this room is you. If you ever think of hitting me again, I will make you regret it, Monica, do not test my patience because you don’t know what I’m capable of,” I push her off, she staggers back. “Ariel, stop your nonsense! Dare touch Monica that way, girl… you don’t even want to know what I might do to you,” The male protagonist jumps in and manhandled my arm. “Then stop bringing trash into my house. Take your stupid papers and leave my place. Oh, and this should be the last time you ever touch me like that, or you’ll meet your mates behind bars!” I yank my hand off him and turn my back against him, walking away. "I’m changing the door code. Set an appointment before you come and get the rest of your shit!” I shout, showing them my hardcore side. “You finally reveal your true colours. I’m glad this is actually happening so that I won’t have to feel guilty. Goodbye, Ariel.” He walks out, and as soon as I hear the door shutting, I stop midway the stairs and look back, left with his intoxicating scent lingering in this house. I slowly go down and sit on the staircase and cry.Ariel had woken up in the morning, feeling nauseous without vomiting. At this point, she became concerned about her health, so she decided to take a bath and get ready to go to the clinic to consult with the doctor. She arrived at exactly ten o’clock in the morning, and their family doctor assisted her immediately. “So, Mrs. Cole. Do you mind telling me what you are concerned about? Tell me about the symptoms you are having,” Doctor Jones says, sitting across the desk with his hands on the table, focusing on Ariel’s swollen eyes. “Well, I don’t even know how to explain it either, but I’ve been feeling nausea pretty often. I admit I have been stressed out pretty much, and it might be triggering my body to react, and also, I am late on my period,” Ariel confessed to the doctor who smiled in return, looking at the clueless innocent woman in front of him. “Have you vomited since?” He asked. “Yesterday in the late morning. Could it possibly be food poisoning?” Ariel wondered, pondering
ARIEL COLES “Are you going to be okay? Would you like me to call a driver for you?” Doctor Jones asked as I was preparing to leave. It’s been twenty minutes since I gained my consciousness, and just when I thought I had a dream about the doctor telling me that I am pregnant, well… I hate to disappoint myself because it wasn’t a dream. He confirmed once more to me to let me know that I am indeed pregnant. I am surprised, but I am not upset or anything. I guess I could say I am caught off guard about it, and it might take me a while to process it. “I’ll be fine, thank you, Doc,” I assure him. “Just so you know, Chase called, and I did as you asked. But something really caught me when he called. Why would he think that you would want to commit suicide?” I gasp and raise my eyebrow. “I am surprised as well. Um, but let’s be honest with each other right now. You know Chase, and you probably have an idea of what is going on because Chase is your friend. I did not choose to come here
CHASE COLESI am standing right across the table, staring at a version of Ariel that I have never met before. I won’t lie, she scares me. I have never seen her this defensive before. She never strikes me as someone who’d stand up for themselves like this. She makes me feel so uneasy because this could mean trouble. I am looking at her, staring at my mother who has had enough of Ariel’s drama as much as I am. “Ariel, what has gone into you?” My mother asks. “Oh, so are we all going to ignore the fact that Monica is here right now? Are we all going to ignore the fact I am getting divorced because of Chase’s mistress?” Oh, here we go again!“Yes! You are getting divorced because of me, so what?” Finally, Monica joins in, fed up. “I have always been in Chase’s life before you were even considered to be his wife, and you know that. Chase and I never stopped seeing each other because of you, you know why? Chase loves me and I can’t think this same for you. Do us all the favour and accep
ARIEL The divorce was processed quicker than I thought, but it doesn’t matter anymore because it is done. I should be grateful that everything happened as it was because I would have been a fool all my life. It is time that I pick myself up and be who I am made of. I am no longer responsible for myself but also the seed growing inside of me. I place my hands on my stomach and exhale. “Are you a girl or a boy? Well, it doesn’t matter because I am going to love you anyway. Daddy left me for another woman, so it is just you and me now. I am feeling down right now, but I hope that you’ll help me rise because I am not going to sit back and do nothing.” I say in my heart, rubbing my fat belly. I was undermined by the Coles because I am clueless about business. Well, I am a qualified professional doctor, so I have decided to go back to doing just that. “You are a medical practitioner, not quite clever when it comes to an economic business, so stick to your lane.” Chase’s words were me
CHASE COLES I walk down the stairs, holding my tie in my hand for my mother to make a knot for me. I reach the last staircase where I meet her and she immediately possesses the tie in her hands before she hangs it around my neck and make a fine knot, but not as perfect as Ariel’s knot. “You don’t look like a married man anymore, Chase,” My mother announces. “I’m divorced, remember,” I remind her. “But still, you do not look like you have a girlfriend. You do not look neat. The way you are dressing lately just seems out of place,” I think my mother is exaggerating. This is how I dressed before I got married to Ariel. “There is nothing wrong with how I wear,” “Well, I am just saying that Ariel knew how to dress you, and I can feel her absence now,” I sigh. “Mom, did she seem weird to you the last time she was here?” I ask. I am unable to shake off the feeling that something was offish with her when I last saw her. The words she even said to me are still lingering in my head, a
Pregnant!?” Chase exclaimed, unable to fathom the news. He wasn’t happy nor angry. He was caught by surprise, and his reaction caused a frown on Monica’s face. “You are not happy about it, are you?” She sadly noted.“No… I mean, I am just surprised. We just never spoke about having kids, so I am not sure how to take the news, but I can assure you, I am not angry or disappointed. I got you pregnant, so I will take responsibility. I will do everything right.” Chase pulled Monica into his chest and embraced her. Monica exhaled and smiled happily. “How far are you?” Chase asked. “Uh, just a couple of weeks,” Monica quickly dismissed the question, not wanting to dwell on it too much. Monica knows how far exactly she is, but wouldn’t want to jeopardise her relationship with Chase because if Chase realises that the weeks of her pregnancy and the time they started sleeping together do not collide, she might lose him for good this time. Chase never slept with Monica until the divorce wa
Love can be hard to find, but when it comes to you, you can either accept it or ignore it. For some reasons, some people are courageous enough to confront it, while others cowardice behind their past. Chase had no reason to get angry at Ariel for being pregnant with another man’s baby, and definitely had no right to tell her to terminate it. Ariel wanted to correct herself to him and admit that he made her pregnant, but after realising that Chase was happy she said no, she felt defeat and lost for words. Hearing the man she loved say all those mean things to her made her hate the man standing in front of her. She was unable to stand him, so she threw things at him to make him leave her sight. As soon as Chase left, she cried herself to sleep, but was later woken up by the doorbell which she intended to ignore, but her phone rang, causing her to go down and quickly open the door before it was broken down. “Dad!” She exclaimed at her father who barged into her home like a cop search
Chase stood tall and proud, his broad shoulders giving him an imposing presence. His features were strong and sharp, with deep-set eyes that rarely smiled. His jaw was square and firm, his lips set in a straight line. His demeanour was serious and focused, giving the impression that he was always in control. He was the type of man who commanded respect, and rarely gave it in return. His nose was straight and narrow, with a slight bump at the bridge. His eyebrows were thick and dark, adding to his intense gaze. His skin was tanned and weathered, with a small scar at the end of his brow that gave him a rugged look. His hands were large and calloused, with short, blunt nails. He was a man who was not afraid to get his hands dirty, and it showed in every aspect of his appearance. As Chase punched the heavy bag at the gym, he thought about Ariel’s betrayal. He couldn’t believe that she could do this to him. He had given her everything, well, except for love and the treatment she deserved,