Leo made it just in time to be present for my first appointment of my physical therapy. Honestly, I wished he wouldn’t have. I loved his support but didn’t enjoy feeling my weakest in front of everyone - especially him. I tried my best but my hand wouldn’t cooperate with me and everyone I felt close to was there to witness my failure.I wish my hand wasn’t damaged. I wish that my career was still intact but now I was a burden and a bother to everyone around me.After therapy, Jasmine knew just what to do to cheer up. A warm shower would help melt away the stress of today. I ask Leo to accompany and I see the shock on his face - plain as day but he agrees. I would rather him see me naked than see me fail and truthfully, I wasn’t comfortable with anyone else in such a confined space yet.For the first time in a very long time, we laughed together. I can’t remember how long it had been but it felt refreshing. He didn’t focus on my hand. I don’t believe he noticed the silent tears that f
After everyone leaves, I settle in bed next to Claire. The therapist had mentioned she would be discharged tomorrow and I felt it was necessary to see where her head is at with moving back in. I still want her home, but I want to make sure she’s okay with the idea as well. I rub her back gently as she’s curled into my chest. “Clair, are you asleep yet?” “Not yet but I am comfortable.” I let out a soft laugh as she replies. “Are you up for a talk?” “Sure.” I watch as she draws back to give me her full attention. “Well, as of tomorrow you’re being discharged and I want to make sure you’re still comfortable with moving back in or if you’d prefer other accommodations?” “I think it’s going to be a bit strange for me at first. I’ll be moving into the home we’ve shared as husband and wife for five years and we’re divorced now. There’s a lot of hurt and pain attached to the house and in what used to be our bedroom but I do think it’s the safest place to be and I do think I’m safer with
I was almost asleep when Leo asked to talk. He wanted to ensure my thoughts on moving in together again. Truthfully, I felt terrified at the thought of being alone and I didn’t want to place this burden on Jasmine when fashion week was faster approaching so I decided Leo would be was my best and safest option. The only issue I saw was being in the same home we shared together. I had fond memories as much as I had sad ones in those walls and I didn’t want to feel trapped again.Leonardo was changing for the better and I recognized that but there would always be a part of me that feared he’d resort to his old demeanor that hurt me and destroyed our marriage. And the well-aged question appeared again.What would his family think this time around? I was useless to them once again. They shared no empathy when it came to me. Even though, we hadn’t established getting back together - I knew very well the risks and criticism we’d face. So I asked my thoughts openly.“What happens if we’re to
I knew something wasn’t right by the lack of messages from Roman. My big drop was coming in today, over five hundred thousand dollars worth of drugs and he was appointed the task of retrieving them. He was always punctual with sending messages on these days and never failed to get the job done. But today, not a single message. I call my sister and ask if she had seen or heard from her step-son. She informed me that he hadn’t been by to pay his usual visit for dinner since yesterday. Roman never missed her cooking. It’s a good thing I had gotten a chip out into his ring. We all wore one and it would help me find Roman. I checked the app on my phone and instantly feel rage, throwing the phone across the room and watching it smash into the wall. Charlotte comes out quickly and scans the room - assessing what had just happened“What the hell are you doing?” She was in no mood after finding out about our child.“We have a problem. A very big problem.” I watch as she shrugs and waits for
I should’ve known that Leonardo would want to avenge Claire. He had done so much in these last few months as a tribute of his love to her. He was blinded. He couldn’t see how much of a useless, selfish burden she was - even after the divorce. He even went to the lengths of working with the police. A bold move that I’d never seen him take before - not even for me when I became “crippled”. Hopefully Francisco was right when he said that Roman would remain silent in his interrogations. One spoken mention of my name would mean I’d never get back to Leo. Although, I did have to deal with the little mutant that had taken refuge in my womb and Francisco first. Maybe I should’ve asked for him to cut my throat instead. I knew it was just a power move stemming from his desperation but it was enough to get my attention. Maybe he wouldn’t have the balls to slice deep enough and that incident would guarantee that Leo would appear at my side. Playing the hero and slaying the supposed villain. I wo
Leo had woken me up at 8A.M as the doctor entered the room to assess my discharge from the hospital. The instructions were easy to follow. I was to follow up with physical therapy and continue therapy unless instructed otherwise. Leo took the liberty of setting my first in-home physical therapy appointment to make it easier for me until I was comfortable enough to leave the house. Hopefully I would be able to hold the pencil to my tablet and begin blueprints in the near future but at this moment, it felt unlikely. Once I was discharged, Leo had the driver pull around and lower his window so that I could see who was behind the wheel. I recognized his driver immediately which put me at ease and he returned a smile before getting out to open the door for me.“After you, Ms. Claire.” Arthur had been Leo’s driver for just short of seven years and was always kind. Leo smiled as he saw the tension in my shoulders drop.“Well stop at home to drop off your things and get you settled first. Th
Claire was thoughtful in inviting Elena to join us. One of the many reasons I had fallen in love with her was her kindness. We had a nice meal and Elena decided to break the ice as to where Claire would be most comfortable. I didn’t want to push her to stay in our room together so I offered to move into another room. But to my surprise, she wanted to be in our room and she was allowing me to be there with her. I felt a victory in knowing I was someone she could trust again.Shortly after, we left to head to the precinct. I can tell by Claire’s fidgeting of her hand on her splint that she was bothered by the idea of seeing her attacker. It was a sensitive area for her and I’m hoping that identifying him would bring her closure so that she could focus on her healing while I worked on finding her other attacker. We arrive at the precinct and I take a moment to hold Claire’s hand and ask her to take steady breaths with me. After a few breaths, I asked if she was ready.“No, I’ll never be
We make it to precinct and Leo’s friend Mason gives me directions on what’s to come as walk into the room for the photo line-up. He tells me that my attacker won’t be able to see me as there is a one-way mirror in the room and that Leo was to stand in the corner so that the identifying of my attacker wouldn’t not be considered compromised.I take a moment to breathe and speak with Leo to soothe my raging emotions. It started to help until the attorney of my attacker appears. The man had hardly said a word but his presence felt more like a a scare tactic. He didn’t speak a word to Leo or I as Mason used the intercom to request that the inmates be sent in.I opted in for watching the numbers rather than their faces - at first. An array of six men had appeared - I notice that they are dressed to match the description of my attacker. I close my eyes for a moment.“Okay Claire, the men are all lined up. Mind you, we’re in no rush and there is wrong answer” “Okay.” I slowly open my eyes to
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