I wake up to a text from Nathan.‘Hey, I’m headed to my office for the day. Make sure to let me know you girls got home safe.’‘Will do.’ I reply as I get out of bed to find a new toothbrush, hairbrush and hair tie on the bathroom sink for me. Elena was too-notch. She never skipped a beat. Speaking of beat, I begin hearing a soft thumping noise just through the wall as I brush my teeth. They couldn’t be -? Would they? I decide to ignore and get ready to head downstairs where I sneak a sweet mixture of foods.“Elena, your cooking always smells so divine.” I say as I help her move the platters to the dining room table.“Oh, thank you! I make big servings for everyone to eat!” She says as she brings over the last platter.“Leo and Claire haven’t came down yet?” I ask curiously.“No, I go to check on them but I hear noise of them in shower. I decide to wait.” She says as he brings over the plates settings. “You don’t think they’re . . ?” I ask oddly.“Ms. Claire must have many hormones r
It took a while to get back home seeing that they don’t even provide the courtesy of escorting you or transporting you. I arrive back at my front door around three in the morning. Hailing a cab was not a fine endeavor in the middle of the night but I feel a sense of peace after walking through my doors. I head to the shower and see my housekeeper has made busy of keeping my place spotless. I clean the filth of my last seventy-two hours and decide to go for a nap. Only I just drift off to sleep when I hear someone ringing the doorbell.“There shall be no sleep for the wicked.” My mother whispers in my ear. She couldn’t have been any more unwelcome and yet, she continued to reappear. I get out of bed angrily and open the door to see Officer Mason with a folder and a fellow officer.“To what do I owe such a displeasure at five in the morning?” I roll my eyes.“Charlotte, I’ve come to formally notify you of a granted motion. You are to be administered an ankle monitor for community contro
I sit back, enraged that I’m confined and monitored like a trapped animal essentially. I look down at my ankle monitor in disgust. The wheelchair was a less grotesque accessory than this. This device was black, bulky and just tacky. How could I possibly carry out my plan for Claire if I was being monitored and risked jail time if I receive a violation. More importantly, why would everyone I love betray me - even my father? I feel angered by his statement. He had confessed what I had said in the visitation room in the only occasion in which I’d seen him after his crimes. He even confessed to what I had done to my mother. He told me it would always be our little secret - that he would protect me. Why would he do this? Did he share empathy for what I’d done to Claire? The betrayals by everyone weighed heavy on me. They’d labeled me an unstable monster when I just want to be with the love of my life again, no matter the cost. I hear the doorbell ring again. Don’t tell me I already receiv
I smell the air as the sweet freedom of my release tickles my tongue. I leave the gates of the jail with just a small bag of belongings form when I was caught. A wad of a few hundred dollars, my watch, the clothes I’d already changed into and my phone. The morning sky was something I had long since missed. I hadn’t seen or felt it since I went on the run to protect Charlotte. I spent my days in hiding and my nights in her grasp. But this time was different. My life was taking a new course - I was a father now. I had an heir and I was going to choose that over the course of my days. As I step through the final restrictive gates, I’m met with a black car with fully tinted windows. A Peugeot A110 - a French model. The window lowers swiftly and I see her lock of beautiful black hair. It was Julia. “Your son is waiting for his papa.” She says confidently as I open the door and climb in. “And I have waited my whole life for him.” I add as I caress her face and lean in to kiss her. The sw
After a tedious day of nursery building, I take Jasmine and Charlotte back to Jasmine’s house where Mason has added additional officers for patrol and safety. I walk Claire and Jasmine to the door where I see a letter has been taped. Jasmine plucked it from the door and reads that it is addressed to Claire. I rush both ladies inside before either of them have the chance to open it and lock the door behind me.“How did they get past security or the gate?” Claire asks as Jasmine reviewed her surveillance videos on her phone.“It looks like the mail courier was dropping off packages and taped it to the door.” Jasmine replies as she watches the videos.“But there’s no stamp?” Claire says.“No, that means he was given clear directions and probably paid for his participation.” I add as I look at the envelope in Claire’s hand.“Should I open it?” Claire was visibly frightened.“Let’s have a seat before opening it.” I offer as I lead both ladies to the living room. “Good idea.” Jasmine agree
“Just hear me out. I know how it sounds.” I say as I hold my hands out in innocence as I enter the room and stand in front of my roommates and Claire’s husband. “If Claire were to look as though she were with someone and pregnant with their child and you show up with another woman, she would have no reason to go after Claire.”“Who the hell would be crazy enough to volunteer for that?” Jasmine exclaims loudly.“What if it works?” Claire asks hopefully.“Claire, this is ridiculous. I don’t think this would work at all.” Leo says as he tenses up. He didn’t like the idea either.“Look, I get it. It’s crazy but you’re all forgetting the most important part of this plan.” I interrupt through the rumbling and refutations.“And what would that be - in your opinion.” Leo adds as he chooses to relax and listen to what I have to say.“The babies. Your babies.” I say with a grave face as I look him dead-on.“He has a point.” Claire whispers as he looks to Leo. “Maybe she’d finally leave me alone
After our meeting, Jasmine heads upstairs to rest. Nathan heads to the kitchen for a snack and Leo follows me to my bedroom where I pull Julia’s card out of my purse. “You’ve had her card this whole time? Since that day at the baby boutique with Jasmine?” Leo asks as he examines it in my fingertips. The card was plan. It adorned Julia’s name in gold ink and a phone number in black with no other inscriptions.“Yes.” I admit. It was better to have an ally than an enemy. If she really had a problem with Charlotte then maybe she really didn’t mean any harm.“Why didn’t you tell me?” He seems saddened by my secret.“A common enemy builds for a better friendship and I knew you would’ve taken it to protect Charlotte.” I knew he wouldn’t have let me use it. He’d demand that I dispose of it permanently. And I didn’t know when or if I’d need it. I pull out my phone as he remains silent and dial the number.“I would have wanted to know but that doesn’t matter now. Are you ready?” He asks as I’m
I hang up the phone and look over to Francisco who is kissing my shoulder.“What was that about, my love?” He asks as he wraps his arms around me. Our son, lying in the crib at our bedside.“Charlotte has made another mess with Claire.” I tell him as he kisses my neck. I feel as he freezes.“You know of Claire?” He asks in a whisper.“I have met the young woman that you assisted in harming. She was nothing but an innocent and kind woman.” I retort as he sits up to face me completely.“Have I made a grave mistake?” “You have. But no fear, I shall fix it. Oui?” I reassure as I kiss his cheek.“How do you intend to fix what has been done?” He asks as I put my phone on the nightstand.“Easily, my love. I will go in Claire’s place to meet Charlotte in two days. I will follow her lead. If she is kind, I will be kind. If she is rude, I will be ruthless. It is that simple.” He knew what I meant by my words.“You cannot risk going away. We have a son, our heir to protect.” He argues as he loo
I hear a car door just outside and rush to the front door as it opens. Leonardo and Julia step inside. “Leonardo needs his wound to be checked.” Julia announces as I rush to Leo’s side as I see blood stained onto his suit that looks as though it were cut. He seemed defeated.“Oh my god, Leo! Are you okay?” I say as I pull him to my bathroom where I keep a first aid kit.“I was wrong.” He murmurs as he removes his suit jacket and sits on the toilet lid. He begins unbuttoning his shirt with his head held low and I help him pull it off carefully.“What happened?” I ask quietly as I assess the cut on his forearm. It was three inches long but not very deep. “Charlotte attempted to attack Julia. But Julia overpowered her and defended herself and it threw Charlotte into a rage. Julia recorded everything for you.” He keeps his head low.“Why are you so sad? Are you in pain?” I ask as I get saline water to rinse out his wound.“You were right. Charlotte is a danger to you, our boys and mysel
I take the staged call and head outside. It wasn’t a contractor, it was Claire. She wanted to see how Charlotte would respond to Julia while I wasn’t around and Julia felt confident that she could handle herself.“Everything is going well. Charlotte is alone with Julia now.” Julia seemed very brave.“Don’t leave them alone for too long.” She instructs.“She’s recording the entire conversation from her phone. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m going back inside now. Okay?” “Okay, be careful.” She said before hanging up. I turn to go back inside and as I enter the restaurant, I can see Charlotte is angered and has a knife. I decide to watch her actions as Julia seemed completely calm and in control of the situation. I listen closely to their conversation.“You think Leo will make an honest woman out of you? You’re just French whore in a nice dress. I’m sure you laid on your back plenty of nights to afford it.” She seethes as her grip remains firmly on the knife.“Wrong again, Charlot
I step out the vehicle as Leo opens the door for me. I can see Charlotte through the window of the restaurant as I drape myself on Leonardo’s arm. “You should look at me and laugh as though we’re having a nice conversation. Laughter is often mistaken for chemistry and your audience is at the window.” I say as I smile and laugh. He laughs softly and plasters a light and natural smile.“Good eye.” He replies as he opens the door for me. We step inside and give the host Charlotte’s name. We are then instructed to follow him to the table where we’d seen Charlotte from just outside. She’s reading the menu as we appear and looks up. Her face turns from a face of excitement when she sees Leo to a face of confusion as her eyes land on me.Charlotte was not as pretty as I anticipated. Francisco has disappointed me. He ran to be in the arms of this woman?“Leo, it’s so good to see you.” She stand to greet him and I feel him tense. “And who is this?” “This is Julia. We’ve been seeing each othe
“Well that was quite a show. I didn’t expect that from Nathan.” I say as I stand there while Claire sits down.“Celeste is a piece of work. She’s always wanted Nathan for his money and he’s not wrong. I don’t think that’s his child. I think it’s Jordan’s.” Jasmine might be onto something there.“He does look like that smug little con artist.” I sneer as I think of his smug and crooked face.“We shouldn’t get involved. It looks like Nathan has things handled.” Claire says softly as she rubs her belly. “I just hope he’s okay.”“What do you mean?” Why wouldn’t he be okay?“He’s always wanted kids and I don’t want him to be let down if he finds out that the baby isn’t his. His dream was sitting right in front of him.” She motions to where they sat on the couch. Claire was always very empathic to others but for some reason, I always felt uneasy about her empathy towards Nathan. It just seemed like they were getting too close and I didn’t want any man that close to my wife.“I think he’ll b
The last person I expected to show up at Jasmine’s front door was Celeste. After I had found out about her and Jordan, our tumultuous divorce proceedings and pointless mediations, I expected to never see her again. Yet, here she is with a little boy and she’s certain that he’s mine. He has brownish black girl like hers and brown eyes. To be frank, he truly looks nothing like me.Even though, I know I shouldn’t. I find the words escaping my mouth before I can take them back.“Is this really my son?” I felt it when the air shifted in the room. Claire and Leonardo stood there silently, Jasmine walked in and froze and time felt frozen. Let me clarify a few things, Celeste never wanted children. I always tried to convince her otherwise but she would refuse, saying that a child was nothing short of a distraction from us living our best lives together. And now, after we’ve divorced and she’s gotten the house, moved a random man into it and a small percentage of my company shares, she’s back
Claire and Jasmine listened closely to the conversation I had with Charlotte on the phone. They felt triumphant as I played my part. “Well she seems convinced.” Claire smiles as she sits down on the couch beside me. “Now, we just have to get Julia and Leo ready to rub it in. The letter said six o’clock, right?” Jasmine confirms.“Yup. I already texted Julia and she said she is getting ready. She wants to make sure she is dressed for the occasion.” Claire seemed a bit nervous but she did it well.“You brought your nice suit, right Leo?” “I did and before you ask, it’s black.”“Good, that means it’ll match with Julia.” Jasmine smiles as her need for color coordination is satisfied.“How do you think Julia will act when she’s faced with Charlotte?” Claire asks quizzically.“I’m not sure. But I should get changed. Julia should be arriving in the next thirty minutes to debrief before we head out.” I stand and leave the room to change. It felt odd to be going to dinner in the company of
It’s late morning when I awake from my nap. The medication they gave me was great at silencing my dead mother but horrible for my energy. Every dose I’d taken had driven me to a long deep rest that encapsulated my hours. I grab my phone and see blog and tabloid notifications - my favorite reading material as I was able to read about myself multiple times. Although, I was glad for my absence in these apps as of recently. The last thing I wanted was to be paraded around as a lunatic.I open the first app to read about today’s events and see Claire is plastered on the front page.“Billionaire’s wife trades high life for loving longevity?” I continue reading as the article names a ‘Nathan Carter’ as Claire’s new love interest and describes their poolside manner as romantic and intimate. Did she really trade Leo for this guy? He wasn’t nearly as handsome as Leo. I look up his net worth isn’t even in the same caliber as Leo. How stupid of her. I continue to look at the photos and I’m struck
I watch the movements of Charlotte’s ankle monitor and to my surprise, it hasn’t move at all from the primary residence. I checked its connection and gps settings. Only to find that everything was working perfectly.Leo informed me of his and Claire’s plan to seem separated in the blogs to make Charlotte more confused and less hyper-fixated on hurting Claire and for some reason, I feel like it might’ve worked. Claire hadn’t had a run in with Charlotte and she hasn’t left to see Leo either. Did her psych hold have something to do with this?I ask the officers providing surveillance at Charlotte’s residence to check in every two hours, just in case. Charlotte wasn’t a dumb woman. She was cunning, fast and maniacal. If she were planning something then I needed to be top of it before anyone got hurt. Surprisingly, the only alert I’d been given was a visitor to Dahlia. The view was partially obstructed but they believe it wasn’t friendly as the woman left without entering and Charlotte sla
I grab my phone and lay on my bed, face the ceiling and try to distract myself. My monitor meant that my moves were recorded and that meant no late night surprise visits to Claire. I had no army, no freedom, an injury to my arm and no opportunities. I wonder if Claire had even seen my letter. It couldn’t be a violation if she were to meet with me in a public location. I wouldn’t have followed her or threatened her, technically. Or did technicalities not count in this situation?I begin scrolling through today’s blogs on my phone, not out of interest but sheer boredom when I see it. Claire seems to be cuddled up with a young man who wasn’t Leo. Not only that, but she’s pregnant in these pictures. Had my plan worked already? Did Claire move on without my knowledge? I scroll through the pictures and notice a Rolex and decide to check out who this guy was. A quick search proves telling as I see his name is Nathan Carter. A newly-made millionaire who had done contracts with Leo in the past