BLAIR’S POVAs I watched her drive out for the second time, her last word triggered an idea. Jane was now battling from a place of power and if I was going to have a chance in a war against her, bringing her to book, I would need to be fighting from a place of power too. I picked my phone to do something I haven’t done in a while. “Hello,” I said, subtly. “How fast can you get to Vegas?” I asked. “Thank you,” Knowing fully well that my father would not be returning, I fled from home to the only other place I knew- the little apartment Brian and I shared. As I slowly walked in, looking at all the furniture, all covered in dust and some terribly broken, the apartment filled my heart with lots of memories, but good and horrible memories. Everything was playing like a movie before me, from the lies of being an entirely different person, to finally admitting and beginning the run for our lives. I had tears in my eyes and smiles on my lips, as I recalled the million times he called
BLAIR’S POV “This can’t be!” Sebastine paced the living room. I had to take a seat. This was too much for me to take. His father remained seated and didn’t say another word for the next few minutes. Sebastine on the other hand would not stop ranting and no one said a word. No one could tell him how to feel. After about twenty minutes, his father finally got him to seat and shared the actual story to us both. “My wife couldn’t bear any children after years of marriage,” he began, “After years of trying and several medications for her, with little or no progress recorded, she sunk deep into depression and went further into depression with every passing day,”He sighed. “I grew more and more weary, seeing her lose her joy and very essence, especially since she knew that she was the reason why we couldn’t have children,”“One day, her friend came by,” “Or at least, she wanted to call her that,” he said. “Jane was a classmate of hers from high school,” “She had been really pisse
BLAIR'S POV Sebastine’s father and I were locked in each other's eyes for a while, after which we both turned towards Sebastine. In no distant time, we heard his vehicle drive out of the compound, in a rather disturbing speed. I walked slowly to the room and went to lie down in bed quietly. Sebastine was my very motivation to fight back, legally. He encouraged me and told me that it didn’t matter if I didn’t have any evidences of her crimes from the past, we were now going to hold her for murdering Kieran, but now, the entire situation had become so complicated. ‘What were the chances that Sebastine would help me wage war against his own birth mother?’The situation was worse, given that his father’s influence, which could have been very instrumental, was now being trapped by an agreement they both signed, never to see each other again. Well, my dilemma didn’t get any better as the day went by. Sebastine had not returned home and it was becoming quite scary. His father paid v
BLAIR’S POV My journey had just started, but the did with the pain of being ignored in my heart. Just before I left, I knocked severally on Sebastine’s door, but he didn’t respond. I just wanted to thank him for his help and hospitability, and at least say goodbye, but clearly, Sebastine no longer cared. There was no denying that I was in big trouble, when I got to Vegas. I knew that Jane didn’t care about whereabouts, but if my father had returned and as much as asked questions, there was no assurance that Jane would have anything good to say about me. Actually, my bet was on the negative side, she would have a ton of upsetting things to say, just to trigger my father into hating me. Even after knowing the truth, I couldn’t stop calling Mr. Williams my father. There was no doubt that he was hurt, but that did not conceal the love he had for my mother. Even though he knew that I wasn’t his, he chose to keep me, so he could always see the woman he loved, with everything that h
BLAIR’S POV As it turned out, Collins was Stacy’s cousin, who flew in to spend a few weeks with them. He arrived Winchester before the storm, but waited to clear his vehicle and luckily, found me. When I realized this, I remained in the room I had been placed in and didn’t as much as move to the door, since I was scared of running into Brian. Stacy did not act like she was familiar with me, in the presence of Collins, and as far as Collins knew, I was the lady he helped, and his sister was gracious enough to host. The storm was still quite heavy and I seized that as an opportunity to tell Collins I couldn’t get out of bed, as I was still feeling weak from the storm I was a victim of. Collins served all my meals for the day in my room and luckily, Brian did not come up to my room, so, I succeeded in spending the day without seeing Brian, even though we were now in the same house. Stacy did not also bother to come up to my room, seeing that I was now conscious. “Good morning, Bl
BLAIR’S POV Sitting through the planning of colors and cake flavors of Stacy and Brian’s wedding, I couldn’t help think back, over and over on the day I walked out on having a real forever, with the only man I had truly come to love. I struggled to sit through, but had to keep acting happy for them both. Brian barely contributed and since Stacy wanted a loud wedding, the planning and selection of the things she wanted took our entire day. The planners had to join us for lunch and even dinner. Luckily, by the time the glorious day was done being planned, the rain had greatly reduced and it made their leaving, a lot easier. As soon as the door was locked behind them, I said goodnight to everyone and ran right up to my room, to nurse my broken heart. ‘Was I being punished for leaving?’‘Why did I return to Winchester, only to watch Brian get married to the woman that ruined our lives?’At this point, I wanted nothing more than to leave. It didn’t matter to me, if I had to walk in
BLAIR’S POV All through the drive home, I was greatly disturbed. Stacy was getting married in a week and any one would say she was getting married to the love of her life. Not everyone got to share the beautiful story of getting married to your high school or college sweetheart. Considering that their relationship, years ago, ended because she cheated, I thought she would do better than cheat on Brian again. If I didn’t know any better, I would say she probably had to, because Brian was bad in bed, or paid little attention to her, but that was not the case. In the few nights I had stayed, I would hear her moan, a little loudly and scream his name. This was the major reason I wanted to leave, as it was hard for me to imagine the first and only man who had me, deeply buried in another woman. ‘Why would she choose to hurt Brian like this again?’‘What if he found out?’‘Was I supposed to tell him?’I had conflicting thoughts. I didn’t want to be the one to break his heart again, a
BLAIR’S POV Early the next morning, I got out of bed and freshened up, hurrying downstairs. This was unlike me, who was never eager about leaving my room. I had spoken time and again about leaving the house, but Stacy insisted that I stayed for the wedding, and now, I was glad that I stayed. I was so positive that this was the reason why fate had designed for me to stay. I could finally uncover all her lying and deceit. Brian deserved a lot better. Breakfast table was already set, although no one was out to eat yet. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with Stacy and Collins, but I peeped outside to see Brian’s car just driving in. It was evident he hadn’t returned home, last night. Brian walked in and he looked quite tired. His shirt was wrongly buttoned and he looked quite shabby. It was the first time I was going to see Brian in such tattered manner. He staggered into the house and I hurried to get him. “Drunkenness?” I said, under my breath. “It’s all her fault,”