If jinx was a person,it would be me. After losing my parents in a fatal accident, I was left to cater for my disabled younger brother—the only survivor of the accident. As if struggling to make ends meet wasn't enough, I lost the man I was deeply in love with to another woman. With a broken heart, I tried to move on from him and I picked up my financial responsibilities from where he left off as a bartender. However, my fate took a wild turn when Liam, my brother needed a huge amount of money for his surgery. Desperate to save Liam's life, I accepted a contract marriage from a stranger–a stranger who happened to have a one night stand with me by mistake. What stemmed from clauses and paperwork soon blossomed into love—except I was the only one falling in love. Raphael never loved me but giving up wasn't an option, I was willing to wait for him. But my hope of winning Raphael's heart died when I found out I was just the other woman in his life
もっと見るHenrietta’s POV As we drove to the charity gala, the car felt colder than usual. We didn't make small talk, just silence. I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, my hands rested on my thighs, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. Silence wasn’t a new thing between Raphael and I, but tonight it held something different, something deep. The sting of being reminded, in such a manner, that I was just the wife on paper was going to be a sore soon. I was just the one who came to events and smiled for the camera. There was no depth, he’d not let me smoothen his shirt like Kristine had. I was just the figurehead. I clenched my jaw and looked outside the window.It didn’t matter how many times I told myself to stop caring or how many times I reminded myself that this marriage saved my brother’s life and it was the money Raphael gave me that helped pay off his tuition, medication and food bills. Without this job, Julian wouldn’t be finishing university. I had to keep my head in the game. It was
Henrietta’s POV There was a time when I used to think silence was peaceful but now it just felt like pressure. Since Kristine moved into our home, the space had changed, even the air felt different and Raphael? His energy felt… new. With me, he’d been quiet, colder in some ways and distracted most times. But when it came to her, to his beloved Kristine, his guard dropped. I noticed how he lingered longer in conversation with her, how he listened attentively to her pointless conversation and how he laughed with her in a way that felt real and genuine. I hated myself for noticing, for drawing comparison between his acting with me and his actions with her. That wasn’t all, I hated how much it bothered me. I kept telling myself it shouldn’t matter. It was a contract for heaven’s sake, a deal and nothing more. I had signed up for this in complete awareness. I was supposed to play the wife, smile at events and stay out of his way otherwise. But my stupid heart didn’t read the fine p
Raphael’s POV Kristine’s body felt lighter than I had expected as I carried her down the hallway, her skin felt cold and her breathing was shallow. The baby was no longer fussing and was now cradled in Henrietta’s arms, calm. Henrietta didn’t say a word after she called the doctor. She just watched me with that unreadable expression she always had on her face. I laid Kristine gently on the guest bed, her hair sprawled over the pillow, she looked pale… very pale. “Kristine,” I said, crouching beside her. “Kristine, can you hear me?” There was no sign or response. I rubbed her palms gently, trying my best to be firm enough to stir her awake. After a few minutes, she stirred. Her eyes fluttered open lazily. “What… what happened?” She asked, her voice faint. “What happened? You fainted.” I said. “But it’s okay. You’re awake now. The doctor’s on his way.” She looked around the room, dazed. “I… I don’t remember anything. One moment I was standing and the next everything just… wen
Henrietta’s POV I felt like the room was spinning or maybe it was just my head. I didn’t know which. Raphael stood in the middle of our living room, he still looked disheveled and scattered. She was seated on the armchair now with the baby in her arms, she held the girl tightly like if she let go, the baby would run away. I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene playing in front of me. I couldn’t process how any of this was happening under our roof. With my mind still turning, I looked at Raphael. “What happened?”He met my gaze, he looked tired, heavy and I wanted to believe that he was going to be honest with me. “I didn’t plan this,” he said. “I just ran into her by chance. She looked shaken and said she needed help getting a few baby things so I drove her to that big mall near Westfield, we were shopping and then I opted to take her to her house and when we got there, her house was on fire.” My stomach tightened. “There were already sirens everywhere and the entire place was i
Henrietta’s POV It was nearly 10 p.m, yet Raphael still wasn’t home. This was totally unlike him. He hadn’t sent a message, he hadn’t called or even sent a vague ‘working late’ text. I sat in the living room, one leg crossed over the other, my foot bounced with restrained anxiety. I had told myself I wouldn’t care, not after all that’s happened in the past few days. But the truth was, I cared, I always had and that was the part I hated the most. I couldn’t even toughen up. The lights in the house were ok low and there was no sound except my timely sighs and the ticking of the antique grandfather clock that his father gave us as a wedding gift because he thought it’d add some character to our home. It usually didn’t bother me but tonight, it sounded like it was counting down to something awful or ominous. I picked up my phone and called him again. It went straight to voicemail, his voice calm and collected asked me to leave a message after the beep. I didn’t. I hung up and
Raphael’s POV I stood in the hallway, my mind raced. Henrietta had never spoken to me like this in all the time we knew each other and I couldn’t figure out why for the life of me, she was doing that now. My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a text from Kristine. Her name flashed on the screen and instead of the warmth I should have felt, I felt awkward. It felt like she just came back and turned my life upside down. I could leave the house now, say I needed air so I could go and meet Kristine and shut her up before she could keep calling my phone. I knocked on the door. I knew she could hear me. “You were right,” I said suddenly. I didn’t hear any movement inside. “I’ll stop seeing her.” I heard the door click open. “What?” She blinked at me, definitely caught off guard by my statement. “I’ll end whatever it is she’s trying to start up again” I said, clearing my throat. “You said it yourself. This isn’t about feelings, this marriage is a contract but I crossed a line and y
Raphael’s POV I stood in the hallway, my mind raced. Henrietta had never spoken to me like this in all the time we knew each other and I couldn’t figure out why for the life of me, she was doing that now. I had to figure out what was really going on, so I marched up the stairs straight to her door and opened it. “Henrietta, what the hell do you mean by what you said?” I asked, my jaw tight with anger. Henrietta didn’t even look startled. “I mean I’m done playing house while you sneak around with your little secret side wife.” I stepped forward, a heated rage rising under my skin. “You can’t just walk out. You know you can’t.” “Watch me then,” she snapped, spinning towards a suitcase. I grabbed her wrist, trying my best not to be rough but just firm enough for her to look at me. “Don’t forget why we’re doing this. My father is finally starting to respect me, he finally believes that I can be responsible. For the first time in a long time, I have his ears, if you leave now, the
Raphael’s POV “Kristine, come on,” I said, my voice was steady but it took all my self control not to break down with the weight of the situation. “You know I can’t just make that decision right now, there’s a lot more at stake.” She leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed right around her body like she was holding herself together. Her expression was cold but her eyes held a different emotion. Sadness. “I didn’t come back here to play games with you, Raphael. These things you do are the reason why I left in the first place, it’s always uncertain with you. I’ve been patient, okay? I’ve been too patient, it’s either you want to be a part of this or you don’t.” Kristine said. “I am a part of it,” I shot back. “She’s my child too, but you can’t make me just take such a decision right now, you can’t try to force it. There are things I need to do first.” She let out a sharp laugh, but it wasn’t because anything was funny. “Yeah right! You think this is gonna be one of your ga
Raphael's POV “Why in the world would you think I'm jealous?” Henrietta asked, her voice tinging with a hint of curiosity.I turned away from her, “Well, what would you expect me to think? You're not letting me go see Kristine, which I find really weird because I don't recall any clause in our contract stating that you get to restrict my movement at any point in time.” “But it didn't mention no entertainment of third parties.” She fired back.“Kristine…isn't a third party Henrietta. I don't know what we are right now but she's not a threat to what we share.” Kristine chuckled, “Sure, because this third party revolves around you. The statement would have surely been different if I was the one entertaining a third party.”I shook my head from ear, “You're being so dramatic. You already said you're not jealous so please stop acting like you are because I don't know what else to make out of this.”Kristine grumbled low nothings and I didn't bother asking her what she said as I was in n
Henrietta’s POV*"I don't love you."* Those four words shattered everything I thought I knew about love, about loyalty—about Jason. I could still see it, the way his lips curled as he said it. The way he didn’t even look guilty as I stood there, frozen, watching him tangle himself around another woman like I never existed. My heart had pounded so hard that night I thought it would explode. But nothing hurt more than the way he dismissed me, like I was just another inconvenience in his life. *"I don’t love you."* Even now, standing behind the bar, pouring drinks for men who probably didn’t love the women waiting for them at home, those words clung to my skin like a bad omen. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to be spending my nights in a dimly lit bar, serving overpriced liquor to men who looked at me like I was something to consume. I wasn’t supposed to be exhausted every night, smelling like whiskey and smoke, my feet aching from hours of standing. But life ...
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