"Want some coffee and cookies?" I glance at Nate and nod slightly. He disappears to the kitchen and comes back with two cups of coffee and a plate of cookies. He tosses himself on the couch, a few feet away from me."That's Damien's ex." I sigh, reaching for the cup. "She wants him to be the best man at her wedding. Can you imagine?""If your husband has completely moved on, that shouldn't be a problem."That's the problem. My husband hasn't moved on. But Nate doesn't need to know that. He knows more than enough about my life. I still feel like I know nothing about his life.Silence stretches between us, the only noise being the chewing of crunchy cookies.We are actively avoiding talking about yesterday. He's drinking his coffee quietly, avoiding my eyes. I'm silently sipping the coffee, scared to start the conversation. Why is there so much tension between us today?I clear my throat and start."Nate." He looks at me. "You are not going to like what I'm about to say but I'm going t
I hate weddings.Brandon is to blame.As a young girl, I was obsessed with weddings. Not just because of the huge cakes and little flower girls and colourful venues. But mainly because of the stylish wedding gowns and the breathtaking brides. I desperately wanted to be a bride some day. But most of all, I wanted to spend my life designing wedding gowns and making brides feel beautiful on their special day.But then I met Brandon. Thought I would be his bride. That didn't happen and now I can't stand weddings. I can't even stand seeing wedding shows or wedding magazines. They are a harsh reminder of the horrible heartbreak I went through.But strangely, I'm more than happy to be at Vanessa's wedding.The wedding is black-themed. The few guests are all dressed in black. The venue is decorated with black flowers and black seats. I thought it was an odd colour for a wedding but it's actually stunning and unique and different. To be honest, I expected a lot more guests at the wedding. Sho
DAMIENLife is funny.I was so terrified of attending this wedding. So terrified that I threw myself into a fake marriage. I was so convinced that watching another man slipping a ring into Vanessa's finger would be the death of me. But here I am. Standing behind her. Being her best man. I didn't even know it was possible for a bride to have a best man. I thought they have a best maid. But Vanessa begged me because I'm her best friend. And ofcourse, my wife dragged me here.I hate Dani for dragging me here but I'm glad I came. Seeing Vanessa marrying another man is the wakeup call I needed. I have to let go of Vanessa. She belongs to another man now. I find Leo Giovanni a little weird. Ofcourse I did a little research on him with the help of Instagram. He's obsessed with himself. He paints his nails. He's got a nose piercing. He never takes off his earrings. He's got nice tattoos on both his arms. He loves posting thirst traps for his thirsty fans. He's thirty but acts like a teenager
DAMIEN"Vanessa has told me so much about you."Whatever she told Leo, he doesn't seem pleased. Infact, he seems irked. My presence probably gets under his skin."You met in college." He starts. "You both studied photography. After college, you were supposed to move to another country but your mom got into an accident. You had to stay back and take over the company. You chose the Company over Vanessa.""That's not true.""Are you calling my wife a liar?"I'm not in the mood to argue with this guy. He's a stranger after all. I don't care what the fùck he thinks about me."You were the first love of her life, you know?" He continues. "It was foolish of you to let go of a woman like Vanessa. Being rich and handsome, I've met and fùcked a lot of women. They were all pretty foolish and forgettable. But Vanessa... she's everything! The way she cooks. The way she fucks. The way she thinks. The way she makes Art. The way she takes perfect pictures of me. The way she's independent. How could y
DAMIENI burst the door open.But I don't see an emergency. Or Dani.I see Vanessa.She stops leaning on the wall, startled to see me. A small smile draws on her lips as she moves closer to me, amusement on her face. "You bad boy." She whispers. "Waiting for your wife to leave so that you can sneak in. You miss me, don't you?""Where's my wife?" I demand."She went to grab a bottle of wine. For me.""Let me guess. You used the bottle of wine as a way to kick her out so that you could get some time alone with her husband in the washroom. Genius."Vanessa moves past me and locks the door. She stands against the door, staring at me with a smirk."The bottle of wine was your wife's idea." She says. "And maybe this is the universe trying to get us together so that we can talk. We have a lot to talk about.""Was Dani okay?" I ask sharply. "When she left?""Yeah." She nods. "More than okay, actually. Excited. Bubbly. Happy. She's always happy. Being with you makes her happy. The same way yo
DANIThe ride back home is silent.Damien is cold. He's been cold after that washroom session with Vanessa. Yes, I know they fùcked after an intense argument. I was standing outside the door, making sure no one interrupts their hot passionate moment.Everything went according to plan. Damien was clearly jealous that Vanessa was marrying another man. He wants her. He needs her in his life. But he's also a little hard-headed and he needed a little push. Someone had to push him. And that someone was me. Even though he's acting cold and silent towards me, I still don't regret it. I would do it again.When we get home, Damien dashes to the kitchen to pour himself a drink. I toss myself on the couch, taking off my shoes. Nothing I love more than coming back home after a long day and plonking on the plush couch.Damien comes back with two drinks. A scotch for him. A cold glass of milk for me. I chunk down the milk like a greedy maniac and shamelessly belch. "Thanks." I smile."It's for the
The past week has been weird.Weird because of Damien's silence. Weird because we don't have breakfast together anymore. Weird because he leaves extra early in the morning. Weird because we don't go to work together anymore. Weird because we don't have lunch together at the office anymore. Weird because we don't have dinner together anymore. Weird because he comes home late and finds me asleep.And weirdly, this new lonely life breaks my heart. I never knew how much I enjoyed Damien's company until he punished me with the silent treatment.Nate is the only person I talk to. But since he's a night owl, we rarely talk during the day. Lana and I are still not on speaking terms. I'm still mad at her. She's still mad at me but I miss her so much. And I miss my husband. Well, fake husband. Damien is my friend. And since I have a few friends, I would hate to lose him.I'm sitting in my office, doing some paperwork when I get a little kick. Oh my God! My baby just kicked. Tears well up in my
Lorenzo holds the door for me when we get to the massive mansion.This place almost looks like a palace. The huge house that's an architectural masterpiece. The scenic view rich in nature. The staff in suits walking around. Everything screams of class and old money. I'm just as amazed as I was the first time I was here.Lorenzo stays in the car. I'm still getting used to the fact that I have a chauffeur who drives me around. The rides are always silent with him. He only talks when I ask a question. And his answers are always one-word replies.As I approach the house, a taller woman approaches me with a meek smile on her face. She's one of the staff in suits. She introduces herself as Zoe and asks me to follow her.I follow Zoe to the patio where Camille Hunt is waiting to have lunch with me. The view of the landscape is breathtaking. But not as breathtaking as Camille looks in a royal blue dress and classy stillettos. Even at fifty-two, this woman's skin is radiant and youthful. I wou
DAMIENtwenty years laterIt's our twentieth anniversary.For every anniversary, we celebrate it in Bali. In the same hotel we went for our first, second and third honeymoon. There's been a lot of changes and renovations in the hotel over the years but it still gives me a feeling of nostalgia every time I come here.I step out of the shower and start drying myself with the towel.Dani is busy typing on her laptop. I apply some lotion and slide into a pair of white shorts. My wife doesn't bother to look up."George filed for divorce." I huff. "Gina cheated on him again. This time, with a younger man.""Not surprised." I sigh. "Why can't he just leave her?""He's addicted to the toxicity."Dani doesn't respond. She's still busy on her laptop. Plus, she's so over George and Gina. And honestly, so am I. For years, I wanted to save George from that abusive marriage but he clearly doesn't want to be saved. He made the bed. I'll just let him lie in it. Even if it's a bed of thorns that makes
DANII stare at Nate in shock.But he's not staring at me. He's staring at Damien."When Dani's dad shot me, I was paralysed." Nate says. "I could see everything. I could hear everything. But I couldn't move. I couldn't even feel blood oozing from my body."Okay, where's this going?"Dani was in shock after her father shot himself infront of her." He continues. "She just sat there, staring at his lifeless body. She was in shock and despair. She had lost all hope for life. That's until you came out of nowhere and wrapped your arms around her, crying. She was relieved. She was hopeful again. I was relieved too. And I was hopeful. That's when I allowed myself to pass out. All that time, I'd been forcing myself to hold on a little longer for Dani. I didn't want to leave her all alone and scared. But when you showed up, I knew she was in safe hands. So l let myself pass out."Nate finally turns to look at me, a small smile forming on his face."Remember that double date with Richard and yo
DAMIENI ring the doorbell.Dani swings the door open, dressed in her pajamas. She stares at me in complete shock and confusion."What are you doing here?" She asks in concern. "Are you okay?"I don't reply to that. I just pull her in my arms and cling to her body. I know she's pregnant and I'm probably hurting her baby but the baby will have to forgive me. I need his mother now. He can wait.Dani escorts me to the livingroom. She sneaks to the kitchen and brings me coffee. Yes, I definitely need coffee this time. I'm shaking due to the cold. Or maybe I'm shaking due to the shock. It's been a night of horror and I can't wait for it to end."What's going on, Damien?" Dani asks softly. "Where's Vanessa?"Just hearing her name sends chills all over my body. I look up at the ticking clock.The images of the last three hours play vividly in my head.Vanessa screaming in terror. Vanessa's head being chopped off. Vanessa's head being tossed in a black plastic bag like garbage. The "bad guys
VANESSABe calm.Whatever happens in life, be calm. That's one of the greatest tricks to tackle every situation in life. Be calm. Take a deep breath. Don't lose it. You might be losing it inside, but don't show them. Act calm. Act confident.I turn to look at Damien.Ofcourse I'm shocked. And confused. He just jumped out of the kitchen. He was listening to the conversation this entire time. I should have listened to my gut when I entered the house.I got a whiff of his cologne when I entered the living room. Then I got a glance of his shoes at the door. But somehow, I convinced myself that they didn't belong to Damien. A bunch of shoes look the same. And there's no way they belonged to Damien. I mean, I left him home looking hungry and exhausted. There's no way he could drive back to the city for two hours instead of taking a rest. God, I was in for a shock!But I'm still calm. "Babe." I smile. "You know I hate surprises.""Don't babe me!" He snaps. "I heard everything you just said,
DAMIENI dash into the kitchen and pour all the coffee in the sink.I don't want coffee. I want something stronger. Something like scotch. Something that will make me forget about my dad. And Vanessa. And the pregnancy scam. And the whole drug dealing thing. And the way I just talked to Dani. And the way she looked at me. All I do is hurt her with my words and actions. And all she does is be kind and nice to me. After everything I did, she's letting me spend the night at her house. God, I don't deserve her...It's pouring heavily outside.I look outside, the rain beating down on the roof and sliding down the window. For a moment there, I wish that the rain could wash away all the pain. I wish that the rain could slide down my soul and wash away all the sadness and sorrow. The doorbell rings, pulling me away from the sea of sad thoughts."Good evening, Dani." I grit my teeth when I hear that familiar voice. Vanessa. What the fùck is she doing here? How the fùck did she know that I wa
DANIDamien is standing at my door when I get home from the hospital.The second he sees me, he runs to me and our bodies clash in a tight embrace. He starts crying in my arms. And I start crying in his arms. And now we're crying in each other's arms. I don't even know why I'm crying. But I definitely know why he's crying.He lost his father. A father that he deeply loved. And today he lay his father to rest. That's hard on anyone.The sky rumbles. We break apart and silently walk into the house before it starts raining. Damien takes off his shoes and sits on the couch. I take off my black coat and sneak to the kitchen. There, I make coffee and grab some cookies from the pantry. Damien looks like he needs something stronger than coffee but it's the best choice for now. "Thankyou." He smiles when I set the tray of coffee and cookies on the table.I sit across from him, creating some distance between us. I'm just from seeing Nate in the hospital and we even kissed when I left. I wou
DAMIENThe ride home was silent.Two hours on the road with Vanessa sulking and seething and staring at me, her eyes filled with fury.The second I stop the engine, she flies out of the car and storms into the house. I follow her quickly but I can't keep up with her pace. When I walk into the house, she's already flying up the stairs.Maria steps out of the kitchen with a bunch of sandwiches on the tray."Spill the tea." She giggles. "Why is she so mad this time? What happened at the funeral?""Nothing interesting." I shrug.That's my way of brushing Maria off. Although I like her, she can be a little nosy in a way that's annoying and steps on boundaries. Vanessa is still the mother of my child. She's just a surrogate. Sometimes I think that Maria forgets that. Vanessa can be a pain in the àss but she still deserves respect as the biological mother of my child."Want a sandwich?" She offers."Sure." I grab it. "I'm starving!"I run up the stairs, chewing on the sandwich as I head to o
DANICamille's mansion was the perfect pick for the reception after the funeral.The guests are waltzing around the large livingroom, cups of coffee clutched in their hands. A bunch of bowls are sitting at the dining table with cookies and biscuits and even chocolates.I'm sitting on the couch next to Camille, munching on the crunchy cookies. Her face is blank and void of emotion but I know that deep down, she's having an emotional crisis. A few hours ago, she broke down as her husband was put to the ground. I can't imagine what that felt like for her. Spending half of your life with someone and then having to watch their lifeless bodies being lowered to the ground. Tragic."Look at them!" Camille points to Damien and Vanessa. "She's always complaining about something. They should break up already."They seem like they are fighting. Vanessa is nagging about something. And Damien is glaring at her. They are obviously the unhappiest couple in the room. I get a little thrill watching the
DAMIENVanessa slides into her black heels and walks towards me.She stands so close, looking up at me. There's a blank look on her face and it's kinda creepy. She straightens my collar and starts fixing my black tie."I'm going to ask you something and I want you to be completely honest with me."The cold tone in her voice sends shivers down my spine. She's not been speaking to me the entire morning. I thought it was odd but chose not to overthink it. I thought it's because we were both busy getting ready for the funeral. I thought maybe she's giving me some space and silence because this is the day that I lay my dad to the ground. From the tone of her voice, that's clearly not the case. She's mad at me. And from the way she's playing with this tie, I might end up getting strangled if I don't provide the answer that she wants. And that makes my heart start racing."Have you been fùcking Dani?"I can't help but laugh. I thought it was something serious. Something that was going to be