“Someone seems to be glowing really well lately.” Tony says.“You can say that again. Aside from the China project stress, I’ve been eating good food, drinking enough water, and enjoying some good love.”“Good to know. You haven’t told me why we are going to the car dealer. Any new car that tickles your fancy?” He asks, fixing his seatbelts.“None yet. I want to get one for Süsser.”“Hmmm.”“What’s hmmm?”“Nothing.”“Out with it,” I say, taking the next turn.“Why are you buying her a car?”“Because she’s my girlfriend. Why would you ask me such a question?”“I know you too well to know that you gift pretty big or expensive things as a way of apologising. So it’s either three things. She requested for a car, or her previous car got stolen, or you are buying her a car to apologise for God knows what. Which of them is it?”“It irks me that you and Brittney know me too well.”“Too bad. Which is it, though?”“We may have had a heated argument yesterday.”“And you rush to buy her a car?”“
I stand in the driveway of the mansion, a blindfold covering my eyes, my heart pounding with excitement as I anticipate what the surprise could be because, with Jordan, surprises never come small. I feel Jordan’s presence behind me as he gently removes the blindfold."Okay, Patricia," Jordan whispers in anticipation. “You can open your eyes now."I blink and adjust to the sudden light. I can’t believe what is in front of me. Parked in the driveway, glistening in the sunlight, is the latest Mercedes-Benz AMG GT 4 Door Coupe, with a ribbon neatly wrapped around it.My eyes widen in surprise as I turn to Jordan. My heart is overwhelmed with immense gratitude and surprise. To think I just mentioned it yesterday, and now it’s here. This feels so surreal. "Jordan, is this...is this for me or am I dreaming?”Jordan chuckles and grins, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Yes, Patricia. It's all yours, and I can pinch you right now just to let you know how real this is.”I couldn't help but let
Five solid months of pure bliss. There are a few arguments here and there, but it all gets sorted out via intense communication that same day. Arguments that often arise as a result of Jordan’s wanting to pay for virtually everything. Aside from that, I’m living my dreams and steadily threading the path to success.I’m slowly beginning to get immune to internet trolls. I’ve decided to leave headaches and cheap gossip for internet trolls while I enjoy the love, the money, and of course the fame. I’ve been doing a lot of sketches, and I’ve registered for fashion school. I am to resume next year, which is just a month away. December is fast approaching, and so is Ray’s birthday.I want to throw her a surprise party, but I’m sure Jordan will beat me to it. How do I tell the father of a child not to throw a birthday party for his child and to just trust me to handle it? Wouldn't that feel some type of way? I want to fly Ashanti in too for the birthday because she’s been talking about how m
Tony and I discuss business and how far he has gone in getting his broker’s licence."Jordan, you've had that look on your face for a while now," Tony remarks with a knowing smile. “What are you thinking of?"It's not what, but who I’ve been thinking about. Patricia has been on mind more often than usual lately. I can't contain my excitement as I respond to his question."Patricia.”"Hmmm."”We've been together for five months now, and it's been incredible. I've never been happier in a relationship."Tony raises an eyebrow playfully. “Five months, huh? That's a significant milestone considering how single you’ve been.”I roll my eyes at him, and he laughs. “I’m happy for you, bro.""She's amazing, Tony," I continue. "She's not only beautiful but also incredibly kind and caring. Thoughtful too. We have this connection, this understanding, that I've never felt with anyone else. I look forward to every moment we spend together, and she's brought a level of happiness into my life that I c
“Your home is so beautiful. The architect, the interior designer, and every other person who contributed to erecting this beast deserve an award. It’s beautiful and massive.”“Thank you very much. We bought it right before it got on the market.”“That’s nice. It must have cost a fortune.”“It did, but it was our dream home.”“Many people will literally kill to live here, and thank you, Brittney. That surprise getaway was so memorable.”“Thank Jordan. It was his idea, and he paid for both of us. Besides, hanging out with you was fun.”“Hanging out with you too was fun, and what if you didn’t agree to go with me? So thank you.”“It’s fine. What would you like to drink?” She asks. “Water, thanks.”She gives me a funny stare and then wiggles her eyebrows.“What?” I ask, confused.“I thought we bonded on our getaway. You sneaky woman.” She says, grinning.“I’m confused.”“You are pregnant.” She says, grinning even wider while doing a weird dance.I choke on my saliva, trying to make out w
Tonight, I'm proposing to Patricia; the stars are illuminating the dark sky, and the waves, softly splashing. There is something enchanting about the scene, making it the perfect place for a proposal. There's only one thing left to do: get down on one knee and propose, but I am nervous for some reason."You love her; she loves you; she loves you; she’s going to be your wife,” I repeat this mantra to myself to boost my confidence a bit.Although I meticulously planned every detail, I seem to be forgetting my lines, so I go over them again while she is in the washroom. I pace around the room, mumbling the lines softly and suddenly, Patricia’s voice startles me. How come I didn’t hear her come up?I take a deep breath, go down on one knee, and bring out the ring box from my pocket."Patricia, from the moment I met you, my life changed in ways I could never have imagined. You brought peace and joy into my world, and I can't imagine my life without you. You're the most incredible woman I'
“I'm so happy. One of my birthday wishes is coming to pass, and it's not even my birthday yet.” Ray says, squealing.She gives her dad a high-five and hugs him tightly.“Thanks, Dad. I have a mother now, and soon a sister, and then a brother, and one big happy family. Here is for a job well done, Daddy.” She says raising her hands for another high-five while Jordan and I watch in amusement.“I'm the happiest child in the world right now, Daddy. Dreams do come true.”"Yeah, baby, dreams do come true,” Jordan says, staring at me.“I'll leave you two lovebirds. I want to tell Ashanti that she has to come for the wedding.”“Okay, baby.”“Mom, I'll be back before you know it.” She clicks her tongue and sashays out before I can respond.“You make us all happy. I love you, Süsser. I wouldn't want to do this world with anyone else than you.”“I love you too, Jai.” The doorbell rings, calling our attention.“That must be mom and dad,” Jordan says.“I'm so nervous. What if they don't like me en
I'm quite enthusiastic about my engagement celebration, which is a few days away. I've been looking through P*******t endlessly for clothing inspiration because it's my first choice for almost anything related to fashion. I've at last decided on a theme for our engagement. I had no idea these things could be such a hassle. All that's left is to know Jordan’s take. Well, speak of the angel.“Hello, my sweet, sweet potato,” he says.“Jai hun, What do you think of a beach team for our engagement party?” I ask, showing him some pictures from P*******t."It's cool. I love the idea. Anything you want, susser, works well with me. Just keep me updated on the cost of payment and let me know whenever I'm needed for an input or something.” He kisses my forehead and snatches my cookie, throwing the entire thing into his mouth.“You are such a big bully!” I whine.“But you had the entire box to yourself, sweet.”“And you ate the last of it, and you know it's my favourite.”“We are about to be joine
Epilogue6 months later I tap my fingers on the driving wheel, humming along to the pulse of the road, feeling the beat echo within. Each song becomes a personal concert, and my audience is the world outside my window. With each note, the journey transforms into an adventure full of songs and delight, making every mile unique.The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow as I drive , my pregnant belly gently cradled by the steering wheel as I embark on a journey to pick up Ray from her mother Vanessa's house. The anticipation of seeing Ray radiates through me blending with the rhythmic kicks of the little one in my belly.Arriving at Vanessa's house, I take a moment to steady myself before ringing the doorbell. Vanessa greets me with a warm smile. "Thanks for doing this, Patricia, for allowing Ray spend the weekend even though it wasn’t my week.” Vanessa says her expression soft with gratitude."It's my pleasure. Ray and I have a special bond, and it’s important that she has that type of
“Son, we are so happy for you.” father says super proud “Your father is right and we are glad you are very happy because we see how your face lights up all the time.”“Thanks. I love how both of you show up for me every time and support me. How you guys helped me raise Ray with unwavering love.”“You are our child and she's our granddaughter. It's our duty.” father says.“All the same, thanks again.” “I’ll leave you two to discuss while I check on what's cooking.” mother says excusing us.“So how's work?”“Going smoothly, dad. Thanks for asking.”“Don’t you think it's high time you take a break?”“I was thinking so too. Tony and I are organizing a group trip for our ladies.”“Now that's my boy. How's Ray and how’s she coping with this new chapter?”“Surprisingly good. Vanessa is good with children and I'm wondering what changed.”“People change. You did too.”I nod, father's words sinking in. "Yeah, people do change," I agree, pondering the evolution of myself and those around me."Y
The car hums softly as we embark on the journey back home after an emotional reunion with Ray's birth mother, Vanessa. The air in the car is thick with a mixture of lingering tension and unspoken questions. Ray, sitting in the back seat, stares out of the window, seemingly lost in thought. I wonder how she must be feeling after meeting her mother and if she has any question on her mind. Jordan, his hands steady on the wheel, steals a glance at Ray. Concern etched on his face, he speaks gently, "Ray, how are you feeling?"Ray sighs , her gaze still fixed on the passing scenery. "I don't know, Dad. It's a lot to process." I turn in my seat reaching out to touch Ray's hand. "We're here for you, sweetheart. Whatever you're feeling, it's valid."Ray nods , a small smile playing on her lips. "I appreciate that, Mom." I love it when she calls me mom and the thought of having a little child growing in me that will call me mom as well is so exciting. The car moves in a comfortable silence
Vanessa stands there, seemingly untouched by time, her slender figure and unchanged appearance hinting at a timeless beauty. There's a momentary question lingering as to whether she could truly be the mother of the boys following behind, given the absence of any visible resemblance."Vanessa," I call out from the car."Welcome to my home. Jordan and Patricia, thank you very much for this. I do not take it lightly," she acknowledges."Hi, Rachel. It's so lovely to see you. I'm Vanessa.""Hi, Mom," Ray greets warmly.Vanessa's face lights up, glowing with joy like a myriad of stars."Can I give you a hug?""Yes, please," Ray responds, embracing her eagerly."These are my sons, Gabriel and Nathaniel Parker. My husband and their father are late," she announces."Sorry for your loss," we chorus, following the boys' greetings."It's alright. It was a long time ago. Shortly after I got married to him, he took ill and passed. Let's not waste any further time out here. Let's all go in."As we
It's a relief that Jordan and I were able to work through our issues and emerge with a renewed vow to never let secrets ruin our relationship. The lesson acquired from the difficult experience emphasised the critical value of honesty and transparency.What truly surprised me was Jordan's apology for his impulsive decision to ask me to leave without taking the time to process everything. Admittedly, my choice to withhold essential information felt like a significant breach of trust, casting a shadow over our relationship.However, Jordan's perspective on the dynamics of marriage startled me. Despite the hurt caused by my actions, he believed that a successful marriage necessitates navigating such challenges through open communication and forgiveness.At that moment, I felt conflicting emotions—my initial guilt for withholding information, Jordan's surprising apology, and his conviction in the essential aspects of trust and openness in a marriage. It forced me to rethink my concept of t
In the solitude of this past week, amidst the echo of my own thoughts, I've embarked on an odyssey within myself. In the wake of shattered trust, I find myself navigating a labyrinth of emotions, haunted by the echoes of betrayal. Yet, amidst the debris of fractured promises, there's a yearning to rebuild what was once a sanctuary of companionship. The road to reconciliation feels like walking on shards of glass, each step a cautious maneuver to bridge the chasm that divides us. But within this tempest of hurt lies a glimmer of hope, a desire to unearth the truth, to mend the rift, and perhaps forge a stronger bond, weathered yet resilient in the face of adversity.The air in my father's study hangs heavy with the weight of unspoken words and hidden truths. Stepping into this sanctum of memories, the familiar scent of aged books and polished wood offers solace amidst the impending revelation.Mother's absence is a blessing in this moment, sparing her the pain that lingers within the d
The ticking clock echoes in my quiet room, each passing second emphasizing the void left by three days of strained silence. The memory of the argument with Jordan replays in my mind, the pain still fresh, and the weight of regret settling in my chest.My phone lies untouched on the table, its screen devoid of messages or missed calls. I can't bring myself to break the silence, understanding that the wounds from my actions need time to heal. I feel empty without him, unable to eat or sleep properly, spending my days confined in the room, looking like a mess.Regret gnaws at my conscience as I replay the argument in my mind. I had kept a secret, thinking it would be a protective shield for Jordan, only to realize that it has become a barrier between us. Communication truly is key in a relationship; the outcome might have been totally different if I had spoken to him about it as soon as it happened and we had discussed ways on how to go about it. Now I feel like I’ve lost his trust and I
I lay in the hotel bed totally famished and emotionally drained. I don't deserve this. My head is spinning from days of trying to phantom everything that has happened.We were supposed to be on our way to Greece today. I hope she's out when I get back. I need a break from her to be able to think things through. If I'm going to have to get over her which I doubt is possible, I would have to see less of her or her things till I've made a decision. I feel so betrayed!I had to put off my phone because she kept calling non-stop. Only Tony knows my whereabouts and what's going on. I can't bring myself to tell my parents.A knock on my door draws my attention back to my surroundings. That must be room service. I can't let them see me like this.“I'm very busy at the moment, kindly check back later,” I say from behind the door.“It's Tony man.”Arghhhhhh. How do I conceal the wounds on my knuckles?“I'm waiting or else I'll have them bring down this door.”I open the door and resume back to m
The weight of reality hits me hard—I can't believe he found out before I had the chance to tell him. Not that his reaction would have been different, but I wanted to be the one to explain. The door closes behind me, leaving me on the floor, where minutes ago I was pleading with Jordan not to leave.Unable to stand, I remain seated, weeping, and wondering how it came to this. It's only been three months of marriage, and now this. What if he decides on a divorce? I can't lose him; imagining life without him feels unbearable.The gravity of the situation hits me, and I crumble into more tears, my shoulders shaking with the weight of heartache. Realizing I've lost something irreplaceable, coupled with the remorse for not trusting Jordan with the truth, devastates me. I should have mentioned it the very day Bryan sent the message, but I just couldn't. And now, my greatest fear has come true.I don’t know how long I sit crying, but by the time I wake up, it’s past nine. Summoning the courag