BLAIR'S POV“Was this a joke?” I questioned Steven. “Not at all, Blair,” he said. “It was her,” “It was all her. All these years,” he continued. “All the attacks,” Steven went on and on. “Wait, wait, wait,” I paused Steven. This was way too much for me to take. “So for three years, Stacy was the one who wanted him dead?” I questioned. “She returned two years after their awful breakup, blaming Brian for all of her misfortune,” Steven shared. “According to her, she gave up her, she found out she was pregnant for Brian, after she left, and although she made various attempts to reach out to Brian,” “Brian was unavailable, busy with work and she had some complications during childbirth, causing her to lose both the baby and the womb,” Steven said. “She was broken and sent the dead baby to our doorstep one morning, but we thought it was psycho and buried the child, after calling the cops,” Steven continued. “Although she wrote a letter a few months later to Brian, sharing how she
BLAIR'S POV CONTINUES The drive away from the hospital was the toughest decision I made, but at least it was a decision I made for me. All through the drive, Sebastine was quiet, he took frequent glances at me and went further to hold my hand. For the bulk of the journey, I was seated in silence, with streams of tears flowing down my cheeks endlessly. Upon our arrival at the apartment, I quietly got out of the car, and walked into the apartment, not looking back at Sebastine or thinking of anything else. Shortly after, I heard Sebastine’s car driving away. I was buried deep into the couch and made no attempt to get out. My head was already aching so badly from all the crying and overthinking. Not only was Brian's identity a secret, at the time of our marriage, he had too many skeletons in his cupboard, which all began to burst out, after we got together. After minutes of thought, I decided on my father's last words- I was going back home. I got out of the couch, folding up t
BLAIR'S POV I returned to the beeping sound of the sphygmomanometer and constant prayers to see Brian overcome this. Steven had left the hospital before my return and apparently had more to do in bringing Stacy to book, than he did here at the hospital. While I wasn't the happiest person, to be adjist drama, I wanted it to be over really fast. All I desired was a peaceful existence with the men I now loved. Sebastine's words echoed over and over in my head. ‘The boundaries of love are the only ones we create and our limits are only as far away as we set them.’ If this was my chance forever, I wasn't about to ruin it by not trying to preserve it. As the days went by, with Stacy in police custody and Brian hanging on to life by a thin thread, it was gradually becoming a quiet life. However, all efforts to save Brian declined, hence making my life a sad one. “Please, stay,” I wept over his bed, watching him lay still and almost lifeless. “Blair,” I heard a familiar voice call,
BLAIR'S POV After a fun-filled day of putting up decorations and a birthday celebration that consisted of only the most important person in my life, I was sure I was on Santa's good list. All my wishes had come true, and I couldn't ask for more. We were packed, early on Christmas morning, in readiness to return to Winchester. All was set and we were just boarding the vehicle to get to the airport, where Steven would be waiting for us, when a vehicle double crossed us. I knew for a fact that the vehicle was familiar, and I didn't have to think for long, after my parents immediately got down from the vehicle. My heart leaped excitedly to see them, but it was not an emotion my body knew how to express, at least, not towards my parents.“Mr. Williams,” Brian called, in a rather firm tone as they approached us. My parents didn't look happy at all, but that was not something I found surprising. Unless they found themselves in each other's company, they were never happy anyways. “Br
BLAIR'S POVThe content of the letter baffled us so much and my parents barely gave us five minutes to think, before the phone came buzzing with their call. “Williams,” Brian called, “Is this a joke?” He probed. “No, Brian,” my father said, “we have hard core evidence that your marriage to Blair is void, and also that you kidnapped our child, only to put her in harm's way,” he said. “Brian didn't do any of that,” I spoke defensively, “You suggested the priest to officiate your wedding Brian, so surely you knew he was no longer licensed to conduct the ceremony,” my father's tone sent jest and evil grins. “Your wife recommended him,” Brian yelled, “Did I?” My mother popped up, “Rev. Chris is a good friend of mine and would definitely officiate the wedding,” They played a record with Brian's voice. “You manipulative bitch!” Brian cursed my mother. “We don't want to fight with our son-in-law,” she replied sarcastically, “I mean, we are family,” she added. “And this doesn't h
BLAIR'S POV Brian had immediately taken me out of the restaurant, seeing that I was slowly losing my mind. Whatever chokehold my parents had on him, I needed it in shreds, but I also required explanations as to why our wedding was null and my parents were aware the whole time. Our drive from the restaurant was a quiet one. Brian seemed to have gotten dumb all of a sudden and I was fuming in anger. I had my head resting on the window, looking out the entire one hour drive and thinking over and over about the incident with my parents. I had only one thing on my mind the whole while, “27th July, five years ago,” Anytime I think we're making any progress, it's like Brian just goes over to the secret store to buy more secrets. His past was a multi-layered wall and it was literally impossible to get to the end of it. Upon our arrival at the house, we found Steven right in front of the mansion. Brian hurriedly got down and moved over to Steven. “It's out there Brian, they know,” I
BLAIR'S POV I took to flight , shutting the door of the room behind me. I needed a few minutes to process. This was all too much. Lying almost motionless on the bed, I ignored every single call and every knock that came at the door from both Steven and Brian. My desire was to be left by myself. It felt like I was fighting a solo battle with life, a battle I was terribly losing. Where I laid, I had found comfort enough to sleep, but only for a short while. I got dragged back into consciousness by a heavy banging on the door. “Go away!” I yelled, “I do not wish to see anyone,” I buried my head in a pillow. “This isn't really about what you wish for l, Blair,” I had Brian replying. I rolled my eyes, ‘of course, it had never been about me,’ “We are going to come crumbling fast if we do not fix this,” Brian said, “and I cannot fix it without you,” he added. “You need to come downstairs,” “Steven has an idea,” he said‘Of course,’ My voice was as inaudible as possible. I only
BLAIR'S POV It was now three days and Brian took my request to be alone pretty very far.All my efforts to call him, all my efforts to have a word with him proved abortive. His phone will not connect nor was there a single sign of him around the house since he turned his back on me. I grew extremely worried and also had ample time to think about it, about everything. Nothing else mattered, I just needed to see him to make sure he was fine. I would pick his hurting presence a million times over his absence. As I grew increasingly worried and paced our room from end to end, my phone came buzzing. “Hello,” I responded, skeptically, since I didn't recognize the caller ID and only hoped it was Brian. “Your fake husband is really testing his limits now, isn't he?” the voice of the caller came. I rolled my eyes realizing it was my mother. It was not exactly what I was hoping for, disappointment immediately drowned my heart. “You have succeeded in running off the one person who made