CLAIRE “Cheetos or marshmallows?” He grinned at me. I blinked. My brain was a bit slow considering the fact I just woke up from sleep.I closed my eyes and sighed. A smile is slowly beginning to form on my face. He was the first thing that I saw in the morning. My brows furrowed.“It's morning. Why are we having Cheetos and marshmallows as options for breakfast?” He grinned.“It was something that I used to do as a kid. I wasn't really a fan of having breakfast with my parents, so I would have these as options instead. Ice cream too. I wondered how my teeth endured all that terror.” We both laughed, and he settled on the bed beside me.He placed my leg on his thigh. My nightdress rode up an inch higher, exposing my bare thigh. I noticed the way his gaze lingered on the sight for a little longer than necessary. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was exhausted and thrilled at the same time. “We could have ice cream for breakfast too,” he grinned at me. The mischief was evident in his eye
CLAIRE I kept my eyes on the wall, my breathing shaky as I tried to get a hold of myself. It felt like everything was slipping through my fingers, no matter how hard I held on. The sketches blurred as tears stung my eyes, and a heavy ache settled in my chest. How could he care so deeply about me? I knew the truth, a truth I could definitely not deny. I wasn’t worthy of this—of him. The thought had been with me for weeks now, lurking at the back of my mind, growing louder every time he looked at me like the way he was looking at me right now, with so much tenderness. He made me feel safe and seen, but deep down, I feared he’d realize I wasn’t what he needed. That one day he’d see all the cracks, the parts of me that I couldn’t hide forever. And when that day came, I’d be left alone.A hand gently touched my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. Asher had come closer, concern softening his gaze. “Claire… Are you okay?”I forced myself to smile, swallowing down the lump in my thro
REGAL The party was already in full swing by the time I left my bedroom, and the night was yet to even begin. I smiled to myself, descending from the stairs into my living area, which had temporarily been converted into a party hall. Guests lined the entire perimeter of the space, with soft music blasting from the overhead sound systems, and my invited guests chatted animatedly among themselves, networking and generally having fun. From where I stood, I could confirm that at least a dozen faces were people I was sure to have invited, who did well to turn up. Turning my head to the left, I caught a glimpse of Jonathan, Conrad, and Elvislounging on one of the plush sofas strategically arranged in a corner of the room, beautiful young girls slung around them. On a stool in front of them were placed different bottles of wine with different glasses. I began walking towards them when they spotted me.“The man himself!” Conrad chanted as I approached their gathering, alerting the others of
CLAIRE I thought I could find solace in the fact that Regal wouldn't be able to get to me anymore. I wouldn't have to endure his unprecedented visits to the office. I wouldn't have to tolerate his threats. Maybe you're just relieved that you wouldn't have to tell Asher that he's your ex husband. An important discussion that you're consciously evading. I was aware that it was hypocritical of me especially because I knew that we had agreed that we would be honest with each other. But I couldn't seem to get it out. Telling him about Regal would eventually lead to him finding out that I'm nothing but damaged.I was in a fix. I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth but at the same time, I couldn't fully embrace the idea of letting him go. I could feel his soft breath against my neck. It was obvious that he was still asleep. He plastered me tightly to him like I was some sort of captive who had intentions of escaping. I couldn't breathe without breathing the scent of him. I didn't m
ASHER I felt Claire’s hand tighten in mine, her fingers curling slightly. The irritation that surged through me was almost electric. Liah’s timing—always perfect, always at the worst possible moment. It was as if she had a sixth sense for when to show up and wreck everything.I didn’t want to look at her, but I couldn’t help it. She stood there, one leg crossed over the other, her posture so controlled, like she belonged here. The faint, almost mocking smile on her lips only added to the frustration building in my chest. “I wasn’t aware your home was off-limits,” Liah said, her voice slow and dripping with a mix of sweetness and sarcasm. The pout she gave was exaggerated, meant to be cute, but there was an edge to it that I didn’t like one bit. Her eyes flicked toward Claire, studying her, then back to me. "After all, you and I used to—"I clenched my jaw, willing myself not to snap. The last thing I wanted was for her to finish that sentence. “Don’t finish that sentence,” I said t
CLAIRERegal’s words haunted me. The taunting look in his eyes was something that I wasn't sure that I would be able to forget. I was certain that the universe had sent him to haunt me. I was more than certain that was the case.I closed my head and sighed. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was right. I couldn't keep running from the truth forever. I closed my eyes and sighed. It was becoming more and more difficult to ignore the lump that was beginning to form at the back of my throat. The more I tried to focus, The more the anxiety swept up the remaining thread of composure that I had left. Wasn't he supposed to be in prison? Wasn't he supposed to be facing law charges. Regardless of whether he was supposed to be in prison or not, it didn't divulge from the fact that I was supposed to tell Asher the truth.I wanted to go to bed and preferably not wake up the next morning, but I couldn't keep running away forever. “Hey,” my attention reverted back to the present moment as As
CLAIREMy eyes fluttered open as I sensed Asher's warmth. I wanted to believe that JH was a figment of imagination, and it could easily be my mind conjuring up things since I craved his presence so much. I closed my eyes, sighed, and turned to face Asher’s empty bedside. His scent became stronger. My eyes flew open, and my lips parted open in surprise as my eyes caught his. I don't know how long he's been awake. My cheeks flushed with color as I thought about how long he might have been watching me. He was here, and somehow I wanted to believe that it was a figment of my imagination. After what happened yesterday, I was convinced that it would only be a matter of time before he let me know that he wanted nothing to do with me. “Hi,” he said quietly.I closed my eyes. Somehow the words were stuck on the tip of my tongue. Somehow I couldn't even come up with the right thing to say. My heart was soaring wildly within the confines of my chest. Hope. I felt it a lot of times to recogni
CLAIREI couldn't stop thinking about the look in Asher's eyes. Every inch of my body awakened each time my mind went to it. It was impossible to do anything else. Every inch of my body awakened each time I thought about how he confessed that he couldn't keep his hands off me. I knew that the both of us were on a tough path, but at least it was another sign to stay hopeful.I closed my eye and got out of the car almost immediately. I needed to stop thinking about Asher for the time being. I wasn't going to be able to attend to all that I had to today if I kept on thinking about his bare torso.As I headed closer to my office, dread engulfed me. This was certainly not the day where I had the mental capacity to tolerate Asher. I closed my eyes and sighed, and I breathed with relief when I spotted no one waiting for me by the door. I closed my eyes and sighed. It was indeed a great relief. “Good morning, miss. I've been expecting you,” Ella smiled at me. I wasn't really in the best of
ASHER “Who’s been kidnapped? Do you know the person personally?” She inquired.“It’s my wife, I’m going to get her now,” I answered. “Sir, I’d advise against that. Why don’t you let the police officers do their job,” she advised. I let out a slight laugh, “this is my wife we’re talking about, I can’t sit back and let some asshole take her so it’s either you guys arrive quickly or you’d have a dead body on your hand”. “A dead body?” I ended the call and increased the speed of the car till I arrived at Glory Avenue. I scanned the houses on the street, searching for a deep blue roof. On searching it, I swerved to the right, slowing down as I edged into the lawn of the house, unintentionally. I pulled out the key, wearing it in one finger, curling my fingers into a fist, letting the key rest against my knuckle. My heart raced with adrenaline, and my brows furrowed. I kept walking till I arrived at the front door. The windows were closed, and the lights were turned off. I stepped, tu
ASHER'S P.O.VEverything happened in a blur. My father tried to reason with me, but I wasn’t interested in what he had to say. How could he take Regal as his son? Even after what he did to Claire. My Claire. Speaking of Claire, she must be waiting for me. She’s probably worried about me. I didn’t mean to leave her with Regal and Annabelle, the people who hurt her, but I couldn’t bear seeing their faces. If I stayed there any longer, I might have done something I’d regret. I excused myself. My father agreed with a nod, and I left the room. “Claire,” I called as I approached the living room. I received no answer in return. My eyebrows furrowed. Why wasn’t she saying anything? If it was any other scenario, I’d think she didn't hear me, but she was with the people who caused her harm, of course she’d want to leave. She’d rush towards me, and I’d be more than happy to welcome her into my arms. I quickened my pace, still calling for her, just in case she didn’t hear me the first time.
CLAIRE“Unbearing?” I blinked. “Then your sister swooped in,” he kept pushing me down the street, until we arrived beside a car. With one hand on my waist, he pushed me towards the door, releasing his other hand from my arm and grabbing the knob of the back door. “Get in,” he demanded.I shook my head. “Get in, Claire. I don’t want to be violent towards you,” he advised. “You’re very important to me, I don’t want to do anything to hurt our child”.“Our child,” I was taken aback. “Get in,” he demanded, rasing his tone,not intending to correct himself any time soon.Did he really think he could ruin my life, kill our baby turn when his life doesn’t turn out the way he plans, he swoops on and tries to clam what’s not his.“Get in,” he pushed on my waist and I drop onto the seat. I lift my head up to find Liah sitting at the further end, her body resting against the car door, wearing all black. “What are you doing here?” I question. She didn’t say a thing. I turn to face Regald who
CLAIRE I was amused, to say the least. I watched Regal stumble over words. Annabelle turned away from me, spinning her head towards Regal and grabbing his arm when he revealed her name. Her eyes grew wide, trying to silence him. He tore his arm away from her and began speaking, but she talked over him, causing chaos. I picked up a glass of wine from the table, raising it to my lips. I didn’t drink any, I just needed something to keep me busy and stop me from speaking. The air is thick with tension as Regal leans forward, his voice tight with frustration. Regal had everyone’s eyes on him, and he suddenly burst, words spewing out of his lips uncontrollably, “You all think I’m some heartless bastard for what I did, but you don’t understand, It wasn’t just me. Annabelle and I—she was the reason. She made me see that bringing a child into a relationship that was already dead was a mistake. We made the decision together.”I stiffen, gripping my wine glass, my knuckles turning white.
CLAIRE Dinner. I dreaded it. We'd barely arrived home before Gregory began to interfere with our privacy again. We've barely settled back in and here we were at dinner, surrounded by the very people that I have sworn to avoid. But considering the miracle that had happened to Asher and I. It was almost impossible for anything to bother me. Not even Regal and Annabelle's presence was enough. I Blake my eyes and sighed. I was beginning to feel tired. It was always easy to feel so tired and worn out from the stress. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was exhausted as I leaned my head against Asher's shoulder and closed my eyes for a brief moment. Just a sliver of time to get it back together. “Are you alright?” Regal said and my eyes opened as my gaze met his. I wasn't even irritated, the hate that I felt for him that I had carried for him for years began to wear off. Not entirely. Buy maybe enough to fixate on what he had done to me years ago. His eyes were full of concern as he looked a
CLAIRE I was glad she didn’t make mention of the pastAsher exhaled a laugh. “That’s the best news I’ve heard in a long time.”Dr. Patel went over a few more details. “We’ll schedule you for your next ultrasound around 20 weeks,” she said. “That’s when we can check for anatomy details—and if you want, find out the sex.”I exchanged a glance with Asher. “I think we want to wait,” she said.Dr. Patel smiled. “That’s great. Any questions for me?”I hesitated, then asked, “What are the chances of anything going wrong because of what i went through in the past?”Dr. Patel softened. “I understand the worry, but at this point, your risk of a miscarriage or any issue at all has dropped significantly. I’d say just enjoy the moment.”I squeezed Asher’s hand, feeling lighter than she had in weeks.We left her office with glee. My eyes still glanced around until the got glued to this particular lady who looked a lot like Liah. She turned and I could see her fully.I halted and so did Asher, alth
CLAIRE The fluorescent lights glowed softly above as Asher and I. The air carried the faint familiar scent of disinfectant and that of hope. It ached to think about the possibility of not having a child but there was still I change i could have one. I took a deep breath, her fingers instantly tightening around Asher’s hand as we walked toward the receptionist’s desk. He moved his thumb gently against mine and when we arrived in front of the desk, I looked over at him and smiled. “Good morning,” the receptionist greeted, her fingers clicking across the keyboard. “You must be Claire Henshaw?”“Claire Henshaw,” I was slow to respond, turning away from Asher and facing the nurse. The surname still haunted me, like a roof over my head, something I couldn’t get rid off. Asher’s face said no less, his jaws clenched and his fingers folding as their slowly pulled away from my shoulder. The knots tightened and the tension grew. I could recall sitting here as well with an unresponsive Regal
CLAIRE My body trembled slightly as I wretched into the toilet. Whatever was left of my dinner last night escaped my body as I threw up. Some strands of hair clung to my forehead because of the sweat that broke out and even if I didn't want to admit it. My body was heavy with exhaustion. I felt the breeze on my neck as my hair was being raised up gently. I could sense Asher behind me as he rubbed tender circles against my back. The movement was comforting. Everything about it was comforting. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was exhausted. Everything was exhausting. With my exhaustion, I also sensed fear. No matter how much I tried to force my mind not to linger on it, it was there regardless. As much as there was fear, there was hope. Or maybe I was afraid to hope. My eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment as I placed my hand gently against my belly. It couldn't be. There was no way that it was possible. It certainly wouldn't be possible. But each time I tried to deny it, my hope
CLAIREWe made our way to the car and he helped me in. “I can walk,” I laughed lightly. He was treated me gently, way more than usual, like a fragile egg that was at risk of shattering. He looked amused, “I just don’t want anything to happen to you”. He stood between the door and I. “Is it because the doctor said I might ne pregnant?” I joked bit he took it more than just a joke. His straightened his face, his lips stretching into a thin line. He stepped closer and I blinked, staring at him confused. “I love you with or without the pregnancy,” he said in a stern tone. “A child won’t make me love you more or less, I love you just the way you are, you’re an amazing woman and I can’t imagine my life without you”. I blinked. “Understand?” He asked. I nodded, “I know, you’ve told me”. “Don’t you ever forget it,” he said, slamming thr door shut then walking towards his side of the car. He got in, placed his hand on the steering wheel, reached for his key, inserted it and started th