EDMONDCupid told me that the goal of the trial and tribulations was not to break us but to make us stronger as a couple. A couple who could face whatever tribulations were thrown their way and survive would only wax stronger. They were not wrong too. Being here. Being this close to May made me feel… okay. It made me feel like I could actually survive dinner with my father.“Dinner with my parents will be tomorrow. I am thinking maybe we should go shopping tomorrow. What do you think?” I said, my hands still firmly grasping her shoulders.“You think I dress badly?” May replied. Her voice was soft and low.I was forced to break the hug to make eye contact. “No,” I replied. “I do not think you dress badly. You dress like May Wolfe. If we are going to waltz right into a pack-house, it is best we make you look like a wolf too.” The pun was unintentional. But I was not lying. My parents would probably find out I was married to May. With enough probing, they would also find out how that cam
EDMOND The day passed through. Half of it at least. I was on the edge of my seat at work. Even when I closed early, I couldn’t help but worry. Every passing second meant that my personal hell was getting closer. The cool evening air was refreshing as I drove towards my home but there was no time to bask in the beauty of the setting sun and the cast of warm orange and pink that blanketed the sky. I rolled down my car window, allowing the crisp air to fill my heavy lungs while I focused on the winding road that led to the front gates of my house. May must have known I was close because the moment I pulled up to the gate, the automated gates immediately shuffled to the side, allowing me access. I intended to park somewhere decent and go inside to help May out. But she was already outside waiting for me and she looked beautiful. She wore a fitted black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, paired with a pair of sleek heels. Her blonde hair was styled into a lob, perfectly
EDMONDI turned off the headlights of the car so she could see us better. We were both nervous wrecks when we highlighted the car. Without the bright lights of my car blinding my line of sight, I could tell she was not fine. Mom loved to take care of her body. Pilates three times a week kinda routine. She liked her clothes perfectly fitted too. One look at her and I could see two things were wrong. She was thin and not in a healthy way. What made it even more glaring was the fact that her clothes which would usually accentuate her body loosely hung on her skin. She was not being overly dramatic. She was not actually doing so well.“How are you doing, Mom?” I asked, remaining frozen where I was. I did want to run over to her, take her up in her arms, and wrap her in a tight hug till she begged me to stop. But I still felt resentment. It made me feel like a horrible person because she clearly was not doing okay and I was there, holding a grudge. Mom didn’t look at me. No, she had her ey
MAYEdmond was right. His father exuded an energy of power. It was uncanny. It reminded me of my mother. Something about making that connection made me feel like a horrible person. I knew what it was like. I knew what it was like to be in Edmond’s shoes.“I remember being given a condition. Forget my dreams or walk out of your life.” Edmond clapped back.“You are not the only one with a green memory,” His father continued, refusing to let Edmond have the last word. “You selfishly chose yourself instead of this family. So don’t you act like you were ostracized!”The dining room was ridiculously long and the Patriarch of the Walters family sat at the extreme end with his wife beside him. We made sure to leave a chair empty when we picked our seats. A seat Ronald, Edmond’s brother now sat in. But the length of the table and the space we believed we left open was not enough to stop any of Mr. Walters' assault.“That is about enough!” Mrs. Walters slammed her hands on the table. Silence en
MAYHis parents exchanged looks. Looks that were easy to read. His mom didn’t like the threat that Edmond just dropped and the stare she gave her husband was more of a plea that he kept his mouth shut. His father, on the other hand, was still seething. But Mr. Walters also understood that his son was not bluffing and he respected his wife enough to cut the heated conversation shut.“I apologize for losing my temper,” The man forced, licking his teeth before smiling at me. “We are not usually like this May. It just comes as a shock that my son had a whole wife and didn’t bother to tell us anything. Until now. It is wonderful to see you, May. I really hope we can get to know you.”“Yeah,” I nervously answered because there were really no words I could conjure to answer the man. I didn’t want a conversation. I just wanted to survive this dreadful family reunion. Yet, as bad and triggering as being in the Walters family was, I was content. I was at peace. If the night continued, my mind w
MAYEdmond led me down the grand staircase and towards the sleek black car parked outside. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as we finally made our way toward the exit. It had been a long evening, filled with formalities, fake smiles, and drama, and I was eager to leave. But just as we were about to get into the car, a feeling of panic washed over me. My hands suddenly felt too free, and it was then that I realized I had forgotten my purse inside the house.My hands unconsciously pulled away from Edmond's and I turned to look back at the Walters family home. "Is something wrong?" Edmond asked, his brow furrowing with concern."I forgot my purse," I replied, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. I knew I had to go back inside and retrieve it, but I was eager to leave this place and get away from the pretentiousness of the evening."I'll come with you," Edmond offered, but I shook my head. "No, it's fine. I'll be quick." Was that a lie? Yes. But I didn’t want him to have t
MAYEdmond's progress with his mother gave me a glimmer of hope. I knew it might be wishful thinking, but seeing him mend his relationship with her gave me a flicker of optimism. It had been four days since that memorable dinner at the Walters' house, and Edmond was still talking to his mother. They appeared to be growing closer, and what's more, Mrs. Walters expressed genuine interest in getting to know me. It was an unexpected and heartwarming development. However, we still kept our little secret about Snuggle, our leachy companion. Edmond promised he would eventually reveal the truth to his mother, but only when he felt confident that she wouldn't freak out.Meanwhile, my mind was consumed with thoughts and worries about how things would unfold with my own mother. I spent the entire week obsessing and stressing over it. I couldn't help but indulge in fantasies of a smooth reconciliation. In my daydreams, my mother would understand, accept, and embrace me for who I was. It was a bre
MAYThere was barely a moment to catch my breath when another message appeared on my screen, causing my stomach to plummet as I quickly scanned its contents. "Was this the work of that crazy app?" My mother was not one to leave things in the dark. I had unknowingly given her a clue that connected to my current predicament. I knew she would dig into it, especially if it involved Snuggle. If she could associate Snuggle with the app, it meant she already knew a lot about them.Edmond noticed the change in my reaction and inquired, "Is that Snuggle?""No," I replied, showing Edmond my phone. "It's even worse. My mom is in town.""Oh, she sounds angry," Edmond mused. "I can drive you.""No," I refused. "I think I should handle this alone. I don't want my mom to cause a scene in my neighborhood. I may not be popular, but I don't want to become the subject of gossip once all of this is over and I return home.""Okay then," Edmond gave me a wry smile before planting a kiss on my cheek and lea