Pregnancy is so weird.You'll just wake up one morning and your boobs are a little too big and your jeans are a little too tight and your feet are a little too swollen. These are tiny changes that you can miss. But unfortunately, I can't. Especially not when I pick up my jeans and realise I can't be able to zip them. I'm forced to pick a pink sundress matched with pink doll shoes. That's the other thing about pregnancy. You always pick something comfortable because you're always tired. Even if you've just spent the day, basking in the sun - you will still be tired!Damien is in the kitchen making breakfast when I walk in. He's wearing an apron with a cookbook in his hand. It's the same cookbook that Liam got him as his wedding gift. He's already started using the recipes like the good husband he is. "Made you some pancakes." I fall on the island and take a bite of the pancakes. They are delicious. I can't help but stuff more in my mouth. The pancakes are perfect. Damien pours me s
Vanessa is lying.Not just to me. But to herself.I know she's inlove with my husband. She created a whole photo album to make sure Damien never forgets her. She bought him a brand new camera. She kissed him at our wedding. She's inlove with Damien not her husband to be.We are standing outside the icecream shop when Damien picks me up in the afternoon.There's tension between them the minute Damien moves closer to us. Vanessa opens her arms wide open for him. Damien stretches his hand to greet her, with no intention of hugging her."Did you get my wedding gifts?""Yes." He forces a smile. "They are very thoughtful.""I can't wait to see you use that camera." She smiles."That's never happening." He mutters and takes my hand."Damien, can I have a word?"Damien is reluctant at first. We exchange gazes and I nod at him. He sighs and walks back to her as I slide into his car. A few minutes later, Damien storms into the car. He's clearly pissed. I wonder what Vanessa told him. When I as
"You should do it."Damien's eyes almost pop out of his sockets. I stretch my hand across the table and squeeze it."You should do it." I repeat softly."Are you crazy?" He scoffs. "My ex is literally asking me to walk her down the aisle and watch another man take her. I'm still not over her. She knows that I'm still not over her. And she's just trying to play games with me.""Then play it." I say to his surprise. "Show her that you don't care. That you have moved on. That you have a wife now and you're happily married. That will kill her.""I'm trying to move on.""Maybe the first step of moving on is showing her that you don't care." I say. "She told me that you are her best friend. She obviously wants you there on her special day. Maybe this is not her being the ex with mind games. Maybe this is her being a friend in need."Damien seems to be in thought for a moment. He looks up at me with a small smile."You are right.""I'm always right." I wink at him.I hope that this brings th
Damien shows me around the company.The offices are pristine, each of them equipped with a touchscreen computer and wireless charging pads. The cafeteria is cute, decorated with pink tables and chairs. The washrooms are spacious and spotlessly clean with huge mirrors in every stall. Damien makes a joke about washrooms being the perfect place to meet your partner and I just roll my eyes. It's not like he's my real partner. Lastly, Damien shows me to my little cute office where I'll be working for the next two years. There's a cute wooden desk in the middle and a little bookshelf with books and files. What I love about my little office is the scenic view of the city. I can't wait to stand over the window as I sip my coffee. Damien directs me on the paperwork I'll be working on today. It's not a lot of work. As we leave my office, I get a glimpse of Brandon and Wendy in his office. She's leaning over his desk, giggling and playing with his tie. They immediately stop when they see us pa
A dead body drops on the floor.The audience gasps as they watch the huge screen, some spilling popcorn and drinks on their clothes."It's not even that scary." Lana rolls her eyes, stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth. "Haven't these people watched horror movies before?"Just like Lana, I'm not scared. But I'm frightened. Frightened of the flashbacks that have been hitting me since Brandon attacked me in the elevator. For ten years, I've been getting haunted by that horrible night. For ten years, I've been trying to scrape off that night from my brain. For ten years, I've tried to justify and rewrite the story so that I can sleep well at night. But Brandon has brought it up all over again and now I'm back in hell. He swore that it was our little secret! Swore that he would never bring it up again!I storm out of the cinema and run back to Lana's car. It doesn't take her long to join me in the car."What's wrong?""The movies was a bad idea.""Okay, we can go home." She runs h
"That was..." I stutter. "Nothing.""Didn't look like nothing to me." Damien grits his teeth. "He had you nailed on the wall. Strangling the life out of you.""We just had a little... misunderstanding.""About what?""He was jealous!" I lie. "He was jealous that I was making out with his boss in my office.""And that justifies his violence and abuse?" He huffs. "He's your fùcking ex. He has no right being fùcking jealous!""Brandon has always been the jealous type.""It's about time someone teaches him how to control that jealousy, don't you think?""What do you mean?""You are my wife, Dani." He smirks. "You seriously don't think I would let anyone get away with attacking you, do you?""Whatever you're planning to do, please don't do it.""Why?""Because it will do more harm than good." I pause. "I just started working at the company. I don't have any friends. I'm sure everyone thinks I'm some lucky gold digger who duped you into marriage. I'm trying to earn a little respect from the
I step into the elevator, holding my handbag and a few books.The blue suit is elegant but the pants are a little too tight for me. I've really put on some weight thanks to this baby. Nice hips. Nice ass. Big tits. I've read a lot of articles about women hating the changes their bodies go through during pregnancy but I think I love it. I love what this baby is doing to my body. I've never looked healthier and happier. Or maybe let's blame it on Damien who's always trying to stuff food in my mouth every chance he gets...I push the thought of Damien away.I step out of the elevator and wave at a few colleagues. I'm starting to get used to this place.I push the glass door open and walk into my little office. I drop the bag and books on the desk and fall on the swivel. I take out a dish of sandwiches and a bottle of milk from my bag. Yes, I didn't have breakfast at home.I sink back on the swivel, devouring my sandwich. I love having my own little work station where I can just eat and w
Brandon has been waiting and begging for a promotion for two whole years now.Almost everyone has been promoted here except him. I remember hating Damien for a long time for not promoting my boyfriend but now, it makes me want to kiss him. For a moment, I almost forget that he just finished my breakfast as I watched. A rush of adrenaline coarses through me as I sit across from him, watching him asking for something that I know he will never get. Damien will never ever promote him. Poor thing.Brandon scowls at me."Did you hear what I just said?""You want a promotion." I smile. "Don't you think you should be asking my husband for that. I wish I could help.""That's why I came to you." He grins. "Because you will help me get that promotion. And not just me. Even my girlfriend.""Oh." I chuckle. "You want me to help you and Wendy to get a promotion?""And pay rise.""Wonderful." I lean on the desk. "And how exactly should I go about that?""I'm sure it's not hard for a woman like you."