"Sometimes, I think I hate you." Mary declared, and Nicholas was mute for a moment, his ears ringing from the confession. If she hated him, does that mean she was going to leave? If she decided to leave him, he was going to have to grant it to her because he couldn’t hold her here without her consent. That was the least he could do after everything he had done to her. "But I can’t because I love you." Mary said, and Nicholas whipped up his head so fast, thinking he had misheard it. At least there was still hope for him. "I’m truly sorry for the way I treated you, Mary. It was no one's fault but mine, and I know that now. But I am ready to make this right; please give me a chance." Nicholas pleaded, his voice sounding sincere. Mary looked up at him, the sincerity shining in his eyes, or that was what she wanted to see. In her heart, she prayed that Nicholas was being truthful. "I don’t know if I can do that, Nicholas; you have hurt me so much. My heart still aches from the betraya
Mary watched as Amy went outside. She wanted to call her, but she couldn’t find it in her to do so. "Do something, Mary." Her conscience was pricking her, but she refused. Instead, she continued nursing Cole, who was oblivious to all that was happening. He was just content with his food. Mary watched as her best friend went out the door and probably out of her life. Maybe it was for the best. Amy had done a lot for her, and she will forever be grateful to her, but it was time she went and lived her life. Amy stormed down the stairs; each step she took away from the room only seemed to make the rage expand. She couldn’t believe Mary had let her go like that just for some scumbag who she was sure was going to still fuck up. Maybe it was survival instinct, but Amy was wary of people like this. Plus, everything about his arrival has been suspicious, hence why she believed he was after something. She met Nicholas and Cameron in the loving room, trying to lift the baby furniture into th
Nicholas had waited for his friend, thinking he would come back, but it had been 15 minutes, and Cameron didn’t seem like he was coming back again. Nicholas sighed, resigning himself to fate as he continued the work himself.He had finished with the crib when he felt a ping go off on his phone. On investigation, it was a message from Cameron apologizing for bailing out. He said Amy had chosen to stay with him, and he had taken her home.Nicholas was relieved to hear that, because he would have been burdened if she had gone back to her old life. But if she was with Cameron, he was sure she was going to be well taken care of.He continued assembling the furniture with peace of mind now that he knew Amy was in a better place. And as luck would have it, the handyman came around, and they were able to get everything fixed and moved.The baby room had already been painted and cleaned, and with the furniture, it took shape. Tired from all the work, Nicholas went to his room, but changed his m
Mary could already sense the testosterone emitting from the two males, and no doubt it would turn into a blood bath if care was not taken. The last thing she wanted to do was be in the middle of a dominant fight, knowing well that none of them would want to back down."I am Lincoln, a friend of Mary." Lincoln spoke, eyeing Nicholas' hands that were placed on Mary's waist. If his eyes could shoot lasers, Mary was sure they would have burned Nicholas’s hand. "I wasn’t aware her husband was still alive.""What did you just say?" Nicholas barked, his grip on Mary’s waist becoming tighter than ever. But Lincoln was not one to back down from a challenge, especially one involving someone he liked."I said I thought you were not around, maybe six feet under. Seeing that I have seen you before or heard of you," Lincoln huffed. Nicholas face reddened in anger, and he clenched his fist.Lincoln. The name stuck in his memory, and he had been trying to think of where he had heard it. Then he remem
Nicholas sat down in the weird-looking room, and he couldn’t wait to be out of it. It looked like something out of the junkyard. "How can I help you, Mr. Nicholas?" Jack asked, ready to get the meeting over and done with. He had other things to bother with than a man who had abandoned his supposed wife. "Nothing much; I just came to appreciate you for your help. I learned how much you have helped Mary in my absence, and this is just a little token to show it." Nicholas said. He removed an envelope from his pocket and slid it toward Jack. Jack took one look at it; there was no doubt that it was money that was there from the obvious bulge, and he shook his head. "Oh no. You don’t have to do this. It is bygone." He replied, refusing the money, but his gaze was still fixed on the envelope. Just how much could be there? He wondered. "I insist. It is just a little token for accommodating her and feeding her. Mary had told me how helpful you have been, even to the point of my son’s birth.
"And I will never forget you." Mary began to hear the chorus of one of her favorite songs. She moved her head from side to side in sync with the rhythm. But the music was coming nearer, along with the sound of the guitar, and her eyes flew open, ignoring everything around her. Mary turned to the direction where the music was coming from, and she could see a man with a black mop of hair walking towards them. He hung a guitar around his neck and was strumming it even as he was singing. "Oh my gosh! Is that a Silas Emberwood?" Mary all but screamed as she saw the man approaching. She would recognize that voice and that face anywhere, seeing how she had spent a lot of time listening to him. Silas Emberwood was her favorite indie musician, and he was here in the flesh, walking towards her and singing. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs at the whole world. "Yeah," Nicholas said, smiling. He had been looking for a way to cheer her up and surprise her, and fortunately, he had see
The day ended on a good note, and Nicholas gave himself a mental pat on the back for planning it out. The picnic was what Mary needed to loosen up with him.The trio made their way back to their mansion, and that night, their bodies were joined together in pleasure. It was inevitable, seeing how long they had been wanting to touch each other.But Nicholas woke up the next day before Mary could wake up, and it was back to work. She and Cole stayed at home, and this time, she wasn’t lonely; the little bundle of joy kept her company.Cole was enough to make her not feel lonely, and she started the online tutorials that Nicholas had put together for her. She was grateful he had insisted because it had proved to be more useful than the general class as they were able to work on her weak point.The week flew by like that, and Mary had yet to contact Amy. Any time she picked up her phone to call her, her fingers would hover at her contact, and she would end up leaving it."I will call her th
Mary stood behind Nicholas as they entered the room. Her eyes flitted around the room, and she saw his father on the sofa, his glasses perched low on his nose. His eyes were on his phone screen, and he was scrolling through it."Nicholas." Sebastian spoke up without looking up from his phone. But he had the giggles of a baby, and he was looking up. "Mary?" Nicholas' father looked at the lady behind his son."Good day, sir." Mary greeted him politely."Is this real? Sebastian questioned his son. His forehead furrowed as he imagined it. "And who had the baby in your arms?" He asked standing up.Nicholas smiled, coming close to