I strived to keep my focus on the task at hand which was serving the guest at the restaurant I worked in but I couldn't, finding myself zoning out, deriving to a horrendous headache."Are you alright?" My colleague queried and I bobbed, I was fine, I just needed to lay down, it was nothing grave.Dumping the tray into the washing sink, my gaze thwarted to the ring on my finger and sighed. What had I gotten myself into?"Are you sure you're alright you have been spacing out lately,"I held up my head, watching my colleague and only close friend Sam ambling in. She placed her hand on my forehead, "You don't have a fever,"I beamed. "I'm fine Sam, it's just a headache,"She shrugged and slept her back on the wall. "So...when were you going to tell me about that?" She motioned towards the wedding ring on my finger."Ah, this..." I snickered nervously. "It happened out of the blue,""It sure did, I had no idea you even had a boyfriend, the Kim I know would never conceal anything from me, w
I beamed as I waddled out of my bedroom, sliding through the photos in my professional camera, searching for the perfect ones to sell However, the smile on my face plunged when I discovered there was nothing good enough to barter.I sighed with my shoulders dropping. I seriously needed to scour more. I arrived at the living room, not finding the usually frigid man with wayfarer glasses, however, my gaze docked on one of the maids and my camera instantly clicked and she paused, ogling at me with a dumbfounded mood."Oh, I'm sorry, I normally take pictures of people doing everyday things and nature," I immediately clarified."Oh, there's a garden at the back,"My grin magnified at the information. "Thank you," I ducked thankfully and raced towards the back of the mansion. The sight that greeted me was wow as I abruptly thwarted and gawked.The sight before me was an immense oasis with many multi-colored flowers blossoming gloriously.With a satisfied smile, I too
Anxiously, I loitered outside at the company's lobby, adapting my glasses once in a while and nuzzling my hands. And soon enough, the company's secretary finally arrived and I stood up, the tiny smile on my face plunging as she handed over my folder."I'm sorry but we can't accept those photos,"I gaped, "What's wrong, this is how I normally bring my shots, and you guys used to accept them,""They are of lower quality, they are not technically sharp and polished. Perhaps the camera wasn't good enough. You can try some other company or come back with better photos next time, Thank you Mrs..." She paused, eyeing the ring on my finger."Mrs. Rodriguez," I resolved thoughtlessly and she gaped at me. "What?"She shook her head but inquired further. "Rodriguez, as in the Rodriguez Empire?" Hesitantly, I found myself nodding. "Is there something wrong?"She snickered. "Oh, there's nothing, can I please see the photos one more time, we might have made a misstep in acces
Being woken up again by the same farcical nightmare, I strolled out of my bedroom in the middle of the night, unable to catch my beauty sleep in an oversized shirt that chopped down to my mid-thigh.The hall was nearly murky and the living room was darker as I strode down the staircase and went to the kitchen, turning on the lights.I hiked toward the fridge, opened it, and peered at the food items. Should I make myself a midnight meal? But I didn't know how to cook, the last time I tried to, I nearly chopped my fingers off and burnt my parent's kitchen, I was banned from ever stepping into the kitchen, Kareen was a much better cook, she didn't spend her time being a nerd.Between Kareen and I, she was the life of the party, especially in college, she was the most popular girl while I was just the popular girl's sister, which I didn't care. I recalled being called a face thief one time. It was rather comical since I was a minute older than Kareen, didn't that mea
Arriving at Arthur's door, my hand reached up to knock. "Arthur, Mrs. Evans is here," I knocked again and announced. "She wants us to have breakfast together!"I stood there for a few seconds, waiting and expecting a reply but nothing. Perhaps he didn't want to answer, I was sure he received my message. I swerved to leave but paused, a wild thought traversing my mind and I sharp wiggled back to the door. What if he needed help?Suddenly, dazzled with apprehension, I knocked on the door again, "Arthur, are you in there?" What if he was stuck in the bathroom and couldn't wheel himself out?Hesitantly, I nudged the door open and slipped in, my gaze instantly docking on the large mattress but did not find the familiar stiff man in sight. I went towards the bathroom door, "Arthur, are you in there?" I knocked on the door, gasping lightly when it opened on its own but was welcomed with an empty space.I sighed in relief. He was not in here.I turned to leave, however
[Kim's Point of view]Again with the same terror, I couldn't hibernate and I didn't bother to coerce myself into it. I decided to explore the kitchen for a midnight snack again. Luckily, I had gotten enough ice cream to keep me complacent for a while as I clutched a cup of strawberry ice cream and dumped myself on the kitchen island.It was icy yet satisfactory and I hummed lowly at the strawberry flavor on my taste bug. The coldness nearly made me twitch but the unexpected voice of Mrs. Evans in my head made me tremble in an eerie way. I almost lost my appetite, peering at my cup of ice cream.I suddenly shook my head, not wanting to think about it, she probably was just fiddling with me, it was just I being leery which was common when I didn't understand what was going on. I intended to lunge to conclusions that always made me feel dreadful.I shivered dramatically and found my appetite again, blanking my mind but a sound had me looking up and I froze for a second, finding Arthur wh
[Kim's Point of view]I think this was starting to become a routine, always waking up in the middle of the night, exploring the fridge for a midnight snack, and grabbing a cup of ice cream but this time, I didn't remain in the kitchen as I strolled back my room with a vast grin on my face.Ice cream always brought my mood up.However, waddling past Arthur's door, I unexpectedly paused and retreated my steps and peered at the closed door with turmoil while faint growls and groans came from the other side.My heart whizzed, thinking something had happened as I deliberately knocked on the door. "Arthur, are you alright in there?"I waited for an answer but I didn't get one. I nearly nudged the door opened but curtailed the idea as I recalled how furious he was when I step into his space.Should I get the helpers? But everyone was already somnolent? What if by the time I return from calling someone he had gotten badly maimed? Should I risk getting screeched again? But I was only trying to
(Kim's Point of view)I gawked at my reflection with uncertainty. I decided to wear a casual outfit. A white collared shirt tucked into a pair of black pants, a blazer, and a pair of black heels. My face didn't have that much makeup, just pink lipgloss while my hair was held in a loose ponytail.Since I had a new wardrobe, everything inside looked too inappropriate to wear for a job interview. I sighed heavily, apprehension slithering through my nerves. Would I get this job? I felt so anxious. The last time I went for a job interview, it didn't turn out well, the interviewer asked more than I could give but despite my trepidation, something told me this interview was going to end well. I just believed it.Looking down at my bed, my hand itched to pick up my glasses but I decided against it and grabbed my bag and flies instead.I stepped out of my room, trying to saunter causally without grimacing because I detested heels. It hadn't been five minutes yet and I felt like getting rid o
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(Kim's Point of View)"Congratulations, Mrs. Rodriguez, you are two weeks pregnant."I gaped, too shocked while staring at the doctor till fingers were snapping in front of my face. I turned to look at Ivy, she was giggling."You should see your face, Kim. Congrats! Killian is gonna have a younger one." Once I'd overcome the shock, I smiled at the doctor before standing up, pulling Ivy with me."Thank you, Doctor, I will be right on time for my cheek-ups." She returned the smile and we walked out of the office, once we were out, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.We began heading towards the exit."You don't look so happy with the news?" Ivy observed."You don't have to worry your pretty brain Ivy, I am happy. I was just shocked. I just wasn't expecting to get pregnant so quickly, Killian is not even 2 years old yet." I shrugged.We stepped out of the hospital and went to the parking lot where my car was. I was about to open the door when..."Kim! Ivy!"The loud call of
(Ivy's Point Of View)Meet the Author of 'Enigma'Fan signs were one thing I always look forward to. Though the money I get went straight to my bank account, meeting the fans made me feel like people were really reading.I was a bestseller, I know but nothing surpassed the feeling of meeting the fans and giving my autograph. I look forward to it every time."Thank you for coming." I smiled at my 20th fan today, taking her copy of my book. It was a 17-year-old girl with the curliest hair I'd ever seen and here I was thinking Kim's hair was curly but she ruined it by straightening it up. "I like your hair, it's pretty." I handed her back the book while a blush crept to her face. "Will you be writing a new book soon?" She stared at me expectantly, the look in her eyes was bounding, it made me want to spill all my secrets.I cracked a wide smile, motioning my hand for her to get closer. She leaned crossed the table that separated us. I moved to her ear."This is a secret but I felt you s
[EVY’S POINT OF VIEW]Mrs. Evans was in jail, Nate was gone, and I couldn't be happier, but I couldn't say the same for Seb. He always had this expression that said he was regretting a lot of things, and I was at a loss for words as to how to console him. I’d tried to but he was always busy with one thing or the other.While waiting for Seb to descend the stairs, I stood on the last step and stared up at the ceiling. When Seb finally did, he descended with sluggish steps.“Do I have to?” Standing in front of me, he questioned. “I told you I’m fine, I don’t need to step out. I’ll survive.”I grinned and took his hand in mine slowly. "I know, but since I've already made reservations, I want to take you out."He gave me a beseeching look. “Can’t we stay at home?”"Of course not, I'd like to spend some time with my husband; we haven't gone out since we returned. Please, don’t say no?” My lips created a pout.He smiled and reached out to pinch my cheeks. "I'll do anything for you, baby."
[Kim’s Point of View]I awoke thirsty at 4 a.m. With an empty glass in hand, I decided to go to the kitchen, but I stopped short for a split second when I noticed Arthur also sipping on water.I immediately turned away from him when he turned to look at me and went to the refrigerator without saying a word.I reached for a bottle of water and filled the glass."Are you still mad at me?" he asked abruptly, causing me to pause for a moment."No," I replied flatly. “It doesn’t look like it.” He retorted.“You don’t know everything just by looking.” I controlled my urge to grit my teeth.For a moment, I believed he had left because all I could hear was my breathing. However, that was before a hand suddenly wrapped around my wrist and spun me without warning.I opened my mouth to protest, but Arthur abruptly lifted me by the hips as if I were no heavier than a piece of paper and set me down on the kitchen counter before I had a chance to say anything. Once more, I was unable to respond as
(Kim's Point of View)When Ms. Ruth entered the room, I was settling Killian for a nap. She appeared tense, almost as if something was pursuing her. "Is there something wrong, Ms. Ruth?" I turned away from Killian once he was completely out.She gulped. "Your mother is outside, and she is completely insane. I wasn't sure if I should let her in because your conversation didn't end well the last time she was here, and from what I saw outside, this conversation wouldn't either." I cracked a smile and placed a hand over her shoulder. "You don't need to worry, Ms. Ruth; I'll take care of my Mom; she's probably here because of Kareen."Her favorite child has been arrested, of course, she would come here.I exited the room, passing Ms. Ruth.My mother was yelling from the front gate when I arrived outside the mansion. I sighed as I stepped forward and unlocked the gate."Mo-"I wasn't able to finish as her palm struck my cheek. My head tipped to the side as a result of the collision, which
(Kim's Point of View)There were several reasons why I needed to visit Mrs. Evans in her cell after two days in jail, but when I arrived at the station, I realized Arthur and I weren't the only ones there; Seb and Evy were also there."Kim!" Evy exclaimed as she rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me in a hug, which I reciprocated.It was pleasant. I grinned at her when we separated. "How have you been?" I inquired.She grinned even wider. "Good since our last meeting. You are here for Mrs. Evans too?" She grilled, and I nodded. "We, too, Seb, wanted to talk to his mother one last time."I cast a glance behind her, where Arthur and Seb were conversing. I noticed Seb didn't have his usual gleeful glint in his eyes. "He's deeply affected," I remarked, returning my gaze to Evy and watching her nod. "He feels guilty about not finding it out sooner."No one would suspect their mother of being a bitch, so I wouldn't hold it against him if he didn't notice.Officer Nim approached
(Diana's Point Of View)The airport's transit lounge was less crowded than the rest of the facility, which was bustling with activity.I sat on one of the chairs, a flight ticket to California, Los Angeles. Well, she didn't tell me where she wanted to land.I repeatedly patted my feet on the ground to maintain my composure, but the longer I waited, the tenser I became because the flight would depart in 30 minutes and she still wasn't there.Did she change her mind? Oh, please let her not, please.I tried to find any figure that might stand out as I scanned the area, but I was constantly let down. I sighed in defeat, and just when I dropped my head, a hand suddenly fell on my shoulder, my head bolted up and I jolted up to my feet at the sight of Mrs. Evans, I could barely recognize her with the amount of clothing she had on. She took off her glasses."Mummy!" Jasper cries out, and I look down at my five-year-old son. He had tears in his eyes and just when he was about to cross over to
(Evy's Point of View)"You should eat something." I stared expectantly at Seb with a small assuring smile as I placed a plate of omelets in front of him.Diana had left a while ago."I'm not hungry right now." He gently pushed the plate back to me."If you are angry at me for not telling the truth, then I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to feel like this and right now, this is affecting me more than you think!" I enunciated. I just wanted my affectionate and doting husband back, not this caliginous man sitting in front of me on the kitchen stool.He sighed, then wiped his face with his hands. "I'm not mad at you, Evy, I'm just mad at myself for not seeing or knowing this sooner.""You couldn't have known, she's your Mom." I sat on the stool beside him."I know but I should have known, I lived with her for my whole life. I should have known she was doing so much right under my nose. I feel so guilty." He divulged.I rubbed his back as comfort. "It's not your fault your Mom is pleonasti