Tyler's brows furrowed as he re-read the title of the email that just popped on his PC once again.
Your Wife's Infidelity Wtf is this? He thought to himself as he clicked the email, his hands trembling slightly. The sender was unknown, and he quickly glanced around his study, ensuring no one else was present. With a deep breath, he opened the message. The email was brief but pointed: "Do you know what your wife has been up to? Check the attached photos." Tyler hesitated, his finger hovering over the attachment icon. When he finally clicked it open, he saw Samantha, his wife, in the arms of Owen, the man who had been his sworn enemy since childhood. A wave of anger flooded his veins, threatening to cloud his judgment. Owen?! So, Julie was right all along?.. wow. Tyler and Owen had once been close, their friendship shattered by a business fallout between their families. Since then, they'd been bitter rivals. The sight of Owen embracing Samantha was a punch to the gut, a moment of intimacy that shattered Tyler's already fragile composure. Seeing Owen with Samantha… wait,was she actually cheating with that bastard? Tyler stood up and walked toward the wine stand in his study, his anger still burning beneath a mischievous smirk as he poured champagne into a wine glass. He clenched his fists, knuckles white with the effort to contain his fury. If Samantha was going to be unfaithful... Owen?!! The thought hit him hard.. a double blow of betrayal and insult. Why do I care anyway? he thought, taking a sip from the glass. This wasn't the first time he'd suspected something was off, but seeing it confirmed was… He took a sip of the champagne, the cool liquid sliding down his throat, doing little to soothe the heat inside him. The bubbles tickled his tongue, a big difference to the bitterness he felt. His mind raced back to all the warnings he'd ignored from Julie, she'd always told him stuffs about Samantha, things like meeting her at late night outings, secretive phone calls. It all made sense now, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Typically, he shouldn't believe an accusation like this so quickly, right? He should confront Samantha, demand an explanation. But no, he wasn't going to do that. He did believe it. He wanted to believe it. This was the excuse he'd been looking for, a chance to finally break free from the godforsaken marriage he was forced to enter, he couldn't finally break free from the commitment he wasn't ready to give. He stared at the wine glass, watching the bubbles rise and pop. His mind drifted to Julie, his secretary. She'd always been there, a quiet presence in the background of his life. Supportive, understanding.. everything Samantha wasn't. He remembered their conversations, the way she listened without judgment. His lips curled into a little, sincere grin at the thought of her..the first in what seemed like a long time. He whispered to himself, "This should do it," his words almost audible. "Since she wants to be a bitch, let's let her be one, huh?” He picked up his phone and dialed a number. After a brief moment, a voice answered. "Hello?" "It's Tyler," he said, his voice hard. "Go ahead with the plan. I want it here in two hours." With that, he hung up. ********** Knowing Annie wouldn't give up easily, I picked up my phone to give her a call back but realized it was already out of battery. Letting out a deep sigh, I put my phone back in it's place. I was hoping I could distract myself a little, sharing this with Ann would have probably made it less heavy on me. But now that it's not feasible, I guess I'd have to do this alone. I turned on the engine of my car and zoomed off. As I drove home to our mansion, my mind was heavy with memories and confusion. The drive felt like it was going on forever. Each mile that passed felt like a bigger and bigger space was opening up between Tyler and me. Maybe it's me overthinking this. Maybe it's not even that deep. He'd probably be happy, be happy that his little one is on its way. Maybe this would rekindle what we used to have? I have read it in novels and seen in movies where having a child together helps couples rekindle their “thing”.. maybe it'd work for us too, just maybe. My thoughts wandered around to when it wasn't this bad, it was bad but not this bad, then, I would have told him about the pregnancy immediately I did the home pregnancy test before going to the hospital for a confirmation but now, he doesn't even want me around him at all. I have no idea, just where I went wrong. Julie, his new secretary, that b!tch with her calculating smile, had once confronted me outright. "Tyler is mine," she had said, her voice dripped with venom. "I'll do whatever it takes to have him all to myself." Thank to her, yes, my instincts keeps telling me she's behind all of this, Tyler is a total different man. Cold. Distant. Unreachable. The house loomed ahead, a gorgeous burgundy mansion that suddenly seemed like a jail. As I drew up, my fists tensed on the driving wheel, knuckles white with anxiety. I parked and sat there for a bit, trying to collect my thoughts. The house, once a symbol of optimism and a fresh life, now contained all my shattered aspirations and broken promises. I took a deep breath and got out of the car, the cool evening air stinging on my skin. Each step towards the main door rang with the uncertainty and fear of what lied ahead. The stately large entryway, the well groomed gardens, the gorgeous compound.. it all looked so empty today. As I entered, the silence was startling. My footsteps felt too loud, bouncing across the silent corridors. I made my way to the living room, the familiar surroundings bringing little comfort. My thoughts raced, recreating every moment, every fight, every cold glare from Tyler. I slumped onto the comfortable couch, the weight of the day bearing down on me. I took out the envelope from my bag, the word “positive” flashing up at me. A sudden noise broke through my reverie. The front door creaked open slowly and I heard footsteps. My heart pounded in my chest. This was it. The moment is here... I had to tell him. He had to know. “Tyler?” I called out, my voice slightly trembling.The door swung open and my gaze fell upon the familiar figure of Lilian, our househelp."Good evening, Mrs. Wills," she greeted me, a polite smile on her lips.A thin wavw of relief coursed through me as it turned out to be Lilian, our househelp, and not Tyler. To be honest, I didn't think I had gathered the courage to break the news yet. "Mrs. Wills," Lilian broke the short silence, her voice warm and gentle. "Mr. Wills said he wants to see you in his study when you get back," she said.I started to panic. My heart was beating very fast, like an animal that was trapped.See me in his study? Why? Was he finally willing to talk, to reconcile? He never calls to talk to me privately. Well, he hasn't done that in two years. I nodded to Lilian, my throat tight, my heart beating so hard I felt like it was visible through my chest. "Thanks for the message," I managed to let out. My mind was spinning, and I tried to steady myself, to remember that this moment had to come."I should head
He growled, his words full of anger. "I should have seen it at the beginning. But I didn't. I was blind. Blinded by your...charms."His words hurt me, but something inside me snapped. "How dare you?" I said. "If you didn't want me, why did you ask for my parents blessings to marry me?”Tyler let out a dry laughter. “Blessings?" he spat, his lip twisting in disgust. "You think I was happy with this arranged marriage either? I did it for the sake of our families, for the sake of tradition. And what did I get in return? A wife who can't even keep her legs closed."My eyes narrowed, rage scorching through my veins. "Don't attempt to twist this around, Tyler. You were the one who agreed to marry me, who made all those promises. And now you're blaming me for your own mistakes?""Mistakes?” Tyler asked, his brows furrowed. "Yes, mistakes," I yelled, my voice rising with wrath. "You married me because you thought it was the right thing to do," I said. "But now it is clear. You never really
Upstairs, I made my way to the bedroom I had been banished to.The room that had once been my comfort zone now felt cold and empty, a mirror of the future Tyler had left me with.I spotted my charger on the bed and remembered I needed to power my phone. I rushed to plug it in, knowing I needed to call Ann, my friend. She was the person I could always count on and right now, I really needed her.When the phone lit up, I felt a tiny bit of relief. I knew that I was not alone in this, even if only for a moment. With that small comfort, I turned to face the rest of the room. The sight of my belongings scattered around the room felt almost unreal, like remnants of a life that had become a stranger to me. I walked to the closet and pulled out a suitcase, the reality of leaving sinking in with every item I packed.My phone buzzed, breaking the calm of the room.. I pulled it up to saw a new message from Anna."Hey girl! What's wrong with your phone?! Call me, it's important."I couldn't ign
“Samantha! Oh my God Sam.. Sam please open your eyes! Sam please!” This familiar voice kept echoing in my ears but sounded far away. My head was banging so hard.. the pestle hitting a mortar kind of bang. I tried to open my eyes but couldn't.. couldn't move. What was happening? A dream maybe?.. Then I felt a soft grip on my hand, a sound like a sob? I tried opening my eyes again and this time, they opened slightly.. It was blurry at first but gradually became clear, taking in the sight of the crystal white painting of the wall before me. The atmosphere felt unusually bright and cold.. turning my head slightly, my gaze met Anna seated beside me. Her eyes were filled with tears, she had obviously cried too much. As our eyes met, there was a flicker of hope.. of relief. “You stupid bitch! How dare you fuckin scare me like that!” Anna said, her voice a mixture of relief, happiness, pain, sadness. “I thought you were really gon’ die!.. Are you okay now? How are you feeling?” I tr
He should feel relieved. He thought he'd feel relieved with her finally gone yet he felt anything but. The woman he'd been forced to marry two years ago, the source of many frustrations, was finally gone, and the mansion now felt cold and empty. He should be breathing a sigh of relief right now yeah but what was this weird feeling? Why does the mansion suddenly have this empty, cold vibe to it? “Hey Ty, didn't get Champagne from the wine stand, I think it's out of stock, I got this instead” Julie, Tyler's 'sweetheart’ and new secretary, was all smiles as she approached him in the living room, raising a bottle of Prosecco, the popular Italian sparkling wine and two wine glasses. She was a vibrant blondie with a naughty sparkle in her eye. The type of girl who made heads turn wherever she went, with her pixie-like features, slim figure, and sharp wit that frequently left him struggling to keep up. “Let’s toast to freedom!” She said as she poured wine in the two glas
Tyler's car came to a halt in the hospital’s parking lot, leaving behind a path of dust and exhaust fumes. He rushed out, locked the door in the same pace and headed towards the gigantic building, his attention entirely focused on Samantha.“Omg.. isn't that Tyler Wills”, “Gosh he's so handsome!”, “Why is he here, is she sick?” The reception area came alive with quiet whispers as soon as Tyler got in. “Where is my wife?” Tyler demanded on getting to the counter, ignoring the curious stares and inaudible whispers flying around. The receptionist, a middle aged nurse who had been engrossed in her computer and initially didn't notice the drama happening in the reception, gazed up almost immediately at the sound of the voice. She was immediately taken aback by the sight she caught before her that she forgot what she was just asked.. Tyler Wills?!, He really came. “Where is my wife?!” Tyler demanded again, his frustration was growing now. The nurse adjusted her glasses as she gather
Tyler tried all he could to get my attention, to get me to talk, or at least say a word to him but I wasn't having it.Seeing him stand before me alone kept sending hot blood flowing through my veins, I was boiling with anger so bad. How dare he come here acting all so concerned. Like he cares?! Did he not just call his mistress to come over, wasting no time replacing me?! He's wanted me out of his life badly so why the fuck was he here?! These thoughts and more kept flowing through my head as I lay down there keeping my hard gaze at my worst nightmare - Tyler. I had told Ann earlier, even though deep within me, I had doubts about him coming but should he come, that I didn't want to see him, or talk more of having a conversation with him. It was funny though. Seeing Tyler like this, all caring, concerned.. about me? It felt like a movie. Tyler's voice finally broke the brief silence that had taken over the room post my miscarriage announcement. “Look, Sam.. I..I know I messe
Julie braced herself up in preparation for the confrontation she had planned as she walked towards the entrance after seeing Tyler's car pulling into the car park through the window. After a few minutes, Tyler stepped out and briskly approached the mansion's entrance.“Ty, I don't get it, what's going on?” She questioned, her brows furrowed, as soon as Tyler stepped into his massive living room. Lost in his own mind, he barely acknowledged Julie's presence and walked directly to the living room bar. With an armful of wine and glass in hand, Tyler poured himself a drink, downing it in one gulp.The burning sensation of the drink provided some relief. At least, he felt a bit calmer than he had been at the hospital.Julie’s eyes widened with a mixture of anger and shock.She crossed her arms, her voice rising. “Tyler, really? You come home, don’t even look at me, and just down a glass of wine like it’s nothing?”“Shut the hell up please, will you?!” Tyler snapped as he hit the empty
I was late. As I rushed across the busy pavement, the city in which I was standing buzzed with activity and vibrated with vitality. SoHo was in full swing, with galleries staging shows, art collectors weaving in and out of coffee shops, and the unmistakable buzz of creative minds. SoHo was a bustling neighborhood. Even though the big opening of my gallery was only a few days away, the weight of the final touches seemed to increase with each step that I took. In spite of the fact that today was meant to be about promotion and networking, my thoughts was too preoccupied with recent happenings.I felt as though I was caught between old flames after Caleb's abrupt reappearance, his approaches, and Tyler's clumsy attempts to reinsert himself in my life. The mystery love letters just made things more confusing than they already were. These letters had been arriving on a daily basis, and each one seemed to be that much more personal than the one that came before it. It was as though som
I slipped into the booth across from Annie, who was already looking over the wine list with a playful twinkle in her eye, and felt the warm, inviting atmosphere of the wine bar.Without raising her gaze, she remarked, "Sam, it's about time you left that gallery and had a proper drink with me." "You need more than one, in my opinion, given everything that's going on."I laughed as I put my elbows on the table and found solace in the low murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses. "You're most likely correct. Lately, life has become a bit more extravagant.When Annie finally looked up, she closed the menu and arched a brow. "More? Attempt to overwhelm. You're right in the center of a soap opera, in my opinion, with Tyler portraying a jealous ex, Caleb's spectacular reappearance, and this mystery surrounding the love letter.I looked at her with a grudging smile and sighed, a weight weighing on me. "You're not incorrect."She gestured for the waiter to take our order, which was a bo
When I entered my gallery the following morning, I took a deep breath and inhaled the slight aroma of newly painted rooms and varnish. We were two weeks away from opening, and the room was really coming together. It was a mixture of excitement and fear all mixed into one. My attention was suddenly drawn away from my thoughts as I heard a knock at the door. I had just started organizing some display pieces. I turned around, half-expecting to see my helper, but as I did so, I saw Tyler standing there. I was briefly taken aback by his sudden presence, and I blinked in response. It had been years since he had previously visited in this manner, and the manner in which he stood, with his hands stuffed into his pockets and a tightness around his mouth, made it quite evident that he was not simply there to say hello."Tyler," I answered, noticing that my heart rate was quickening. "Have I forgotten about a meeting that we might have?"He gave a small shake of his head while his eyes wander
The pleasant hum of voices filled the gallery, mingling with the smooth jazz seeping through the air. I held my glass loosely, pretending to sip as I listened to the gallery owner reel off facts about the next installation. My mind wandered, but.. I could only envision what my own place would look like in a few short months, its walls bursting with chosen things that I’d handpicked. Just the thought of it made me tingle with enthusiasm. But then a chill, a change, and a low, familiar voice pierced through the evening’s warmth. “I knew New York was missing something without you.”My breath stilled, and I spun around, feeling my fingers tighten over the glass. Caleb. He looked every bit as sharp as I recalled.. polished, confident, his eyes searching my face like he hadn’t seen it in weeks. Which he hadn’t. A quick up-and-down demonstrated how time had just made him look even more put-together. I attempted a pleasant grin, hoping my amazement didn’t show. “Caleb. I didn’t know y
Trying to bring my breathing under control, I stabilised myself against the icy glass of the window ledge. Tyler was standing there, his presence apparent, a face that I had attempted to bury deep inside my consciousness. I had thought I had forgotten about him. However, when I saw him once more, my heart rate increased, and I felt a conflicting mixture of contempt and something that felt perilously near to love.Greetings, Sam! The tone of Tyler's speech was gentle, and his stare was unwavering, filled with something that was too close and too familiar.After taking a deep breath, I compelled myself to provide a response. I said, "Tyler," maintaining a steady tone of voice, despite the fact that each syllable seemed like it was balancing on thin glass. What are you doing in this location?I was extended an invitation. That you would also be here was a surprise to me. He placed his hands into his pockets, his shoulders stiff yet serene, his gaze never leaving mine. “But I’m glad you
The rhythmic pounding of hammers and the buzz of drills filled the gallery space, a cacophony of new beginnings. I stood in the middle of it all, hands on my hips, surveying the progress with a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration.The walls, once bare and lifeless, now sported a fresh coat of white, a blank canvas ready to house the dreams I’d nurtured for so long.Annie walked in carrying two steaming cups of coffee, her face glowing with excitement. She handed me one and took a seat on the dusty counter we’d been using as a makeshift desk.“This place is starting to look like the real deal,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. “You’ve got an eye for this, Sam.”I smiled, the compliment warming me more than the coffee. “It’s finally happening,” I murmured, more to myself than to her. “I’m really doing it.”“And I couldn’t be prouder,” Annie said, her eyes soft with genuine affection. “You’ve come a long way.”We shared a moment of silence, the noise of construction work around us so
I strolled into Annie’s kitchen, my head still hurting from the blur of last night.She was already at the counter, flipping pancakes with a big grin that only increased when she got sight of me. Her eyes narrowed with mischief, obviously realizing I had a story to tell.“So…” she began, tilting her head in a way that made it apparent she wasn’t allowing me out of this. “Ready to spill, or are you going to keep me guessing?”I let out a deep sigh, collapsing onto one of the stools and grasping the mug of coffee she offered me. The recollection of waking up next to Tyler made my cheeks flush, the mixture of emotions boiling just beneath the surface... anger, nostalgia, a weird comfort I’d forgotten he could provide.“It was him,” I murmured finally, the words sliding off my lips, feeling both bitter and somehow liberated. “The guy from last night was Tyler.”Annie’s spatula landed with a crash. She gazed at me, blinking like she wasn’t sure if she’d heard me right.“Tyler?” she muttere
That night, after a quick stop at her apartment for me to freshen up and change, we hit the club.It was a buzzing place, the music loud and infectious, the energy electric. I felt a strange sort of freedom as we stepped into the thrumming crowd.Maybe it was the relief of having left London behind, or maybe it was the thrill of being back in New York with my best friend. Either way, I decided to give in to the moment.Annie grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bar, ordering us both drinks. The bartender slid two brightly colored cocktails our way, and Annie raised hers in a toast.“To new beginnings,” she said, clinking her glass against mine. “And to letting go of complicated billionaire boyfriends.”I laughed, the sound surprised but genuine. “To letting go.”We downed our drinks, and Annie dragged me onto the dance floor. The music pulsed, wrapping around us, and I let it carry me. For the first time in a long time, I felt light.. unburdened, even if just for a while. Annie w
I made my way to Annie's restaurant while dragging my bag through the crowded streets of New York City and dodging passersby who are impatient with its pace.There was no stopping now, despite the fact that my legs felt like lead. I feel as like I am crossing some invisible line between two lives, one of which is now in London with Caleb, and the other of which is the one I left behind here. Each step feels unreal. It has only been a few months, but it feels like years have passed.Everything that I believed I had constructed was left behind in that office, along with a portion of my heart.Last but not least, I am able to locate the restaurant, which has warm lights emanating from its windows onto the street. As I enter the door, I am surrounded by the aroma of freshly baked bread and coffee, which I am accustomed to smelling. Annie's eyes widen as if she has seen a ghost as she lifts her head up from the counter as I enter inside the house."What's up, Samantha?" She sighs, her