A hundred different thoughts, not one of them pleasant, whirled in Noah's mind as he paced the living room and waited impatiently for Lucy to return home. About forty-five minutes had passed since he had left Thompson's residence. If Thompson and Lucy still found something to keep chatting about all this time, then they were very close indeed. A storm of rage brewed inside him as he thought about how long Lucy had been lying to him. He knew it was impossible that she had bonded with Thompson recently, especially given how close they looked. As he pictured the sight of Thompson and Lucy talking, it frustrated him that he had not been close enough to hear what they were saying. He wished he had because he instinctively felt that Lucy would lie through her teeth about their relationship. Although he rather thought the sight of him should be enough to startle her enough to say the truth as he had given very strict instructions to Lucy's driver not to tell her he was home.
AMELIA There was a muted buzz of conversation in the room as I waited for the entire staff to assemble. Soon, the girl in charge of the showroom display came in and the door was shut. "That's everyone, I suppose," I said to no one in particular. "Yes," said Rose. I nodded, looked around at all the staff of my bakery. "Some of you, if not most of you must have heard of the city's project that I'm handling." There were nods from most of them and murmurs of assent and a few calls of 'congratulations, ma'am.' "Well, the project has added to my many responsibilities. But before I continue, I will like to thank you all for your help in winning the award. Your contributions are noted and appreciated. That being said, to be able to cope with all that I am supposed to be doing, I will no longer be coming to work here as frequently as I used to. To help me manage the bakery full time... I give you Rose." Rose, staring and then beaming as she realized the import of what I had said,
NOAH THREE DAYS LATER A call came in just as I was mulling over the events of the past few days. I muted the television in the living room just before taking the call. The voice at the other end was female, but the phone number was strange and unfamiliar. "Mr Noah Allen?" she asked. "Speaking," I said. "I'm calling from the Health camp hospital..." I sat up quickly. My heart was pounding so hard and loudly in my chest that it quite drowned out the nurse's words. The Health camp hospital was where I did the DNA test about three days ago. I had dragged Lucy there, tired of all her lies. I knew it was the only way to prove I was the father of her baby, and she was only trying to push the pregnancy on Jason or whatever his name was because he was wealthier. Even though that greatly angered me, there was nothing I could do. I could only blame Amelia for ruining everything for me. The nurse went on talking, but I cut in. "Please, repeat what you just said," I to
NOAH “How?!” “How did it happen?!” “Is this a terrible dream?” As I sat in the back seat of my car, tears pooling in my eyes, I couldn’t stop these thoughts from flitting into my mind. They were driving me crazy, or maybe that was what I needed. I needed to just let everything go. I couldn’t believe that Lucy would betray me after everything I’d done for her. How could she? She was nothing but a fashion designer when she met me. Nothing! I was the important one, the man who had everything I wanted. Who did she think she was? My pain shifted to anger as I thought about her. She ruined my life, she took everything from me. How could I let her get away with all these? No. I wouldn’t. I returned home furious. The long drive from the hospital to my house had not done anything whatsoever to calm me down or change my mind about Lucy. My fingers were hooked into claws and twitched spasmodically as the driver brought the car to a stop in front of my house. I could
AMELIA "Are you sure that we can proceed with basic mapping?" I glanced at the project engineer, who had been poring over a computer-generated picture of the project I had in mind for the last few minutes. It looked doable to me, but for some reason, he was skeptical. I mean, it was not every day you’d start a massive project like this, but he had to have a little faith in me. I stared out at the vast expanse of land. I had been on site with him from the first day. He saw the newest tract of land that had been levelled and was ready to be developed. Why was he not as excited as I was? "Yes, we can," I said in response to his question. I waved a hand to indicate the entire place. "Because this is a government project, the owners of the land in question will be compensated. This is not a private project where we will require them to sell the land to us. I am sure the city will adequately compensate all the landowners. You don’t need to be scared of a lawsuit or whatever is
AMELIA I sat in the hospital's waiting room, fancying I could still hear Lucy's screams. In actual fact, I couldn't. The moment I had gotten her to the hospital, several nurses had wheeled her away into the labour room which was quite far away from where I was sitting. Between Lucy and I was a long corridor, several wards and a closed door. I sighed, and glanced at the clock on the wall. Its hands seemed not to have only moved an inch for the last five minutes. Was itonly five minutes that had passed? It actually felt like fifty to me. With another sigh, I settled back into my seat. I had just been about to ask a doctor, a nurse, anyone if Lucy had given birth yet though I knew she hadn't. It was much too soon. I raked my fingers through my hair. Damn! The suspense was killing me. I kept seeing the fear and panic on Lucy's face as she realized the baby was about to come, and for some reason, seeing firsthand what a woman went through just before the birthing process began
AMELIA It was two days later, after the Lucy pregnancy episode that I decided it was time for me to go to the bakery. The amusement park project had taken up a huge chunk of my time but the project engineer was handling some things at the site and it gave me a little breather for that day. A few minutes of going through the bakery's record books made me doubly sure that Rose and the other of my employees were doing a really good job. I couldn't find a single thing to complain about. I was just putting away the record books and pulling closer the book detailing orders when there was a knock at the door of my office. "What is it, Rose?" I asked when she came in. She jerked her thumb in the direction of the corridor. "There is someone outside insisting she has to see you." "Send her in," I said. It was either Queenie coming to visit or perhaps a very important customer who was about to make a large order. Some of those kinds of customers often tended to want to see the own
AMELIA "Perfect," I sighed when I stepped back to survey the dinner table. I stepped forward, made a few tiny adjustments to the place mats and then it was truly perfect. I had invited Queenie over to the house for dinner and she was due at any moment. Just then, the doorbell rang. I hurried away to the front door to show Queenie into the house. “I hope you’re not mad I’m a bit late,” she said the moment I opened the door. “Of course not. Come in. I just made dinner.” I said. She began sniffing the air the moment she stepped over the threshold. "Something smells really good in here," she smiled. “I can see you’re still the chef I know.” "No, it doesn't," I said with a laugh. "I cooked in the kitchen, not here." "Fine then. Where's dinner? Let's start eating already." I shook my head, and glanced at my watch. "Not yet. We will have to wait a bit. Damian is not home yet." Queenie and I sat, chatting to pass the time while I waited for
AMELIA FIVE YEARS LATER "Yay! Pancakes! Mum made pancakes!” The excited shouts... or screeches were followed by the sound of running footsteps. I sincerely hoped they were not... But of course they were, I thought in mild exasperation. Lily and Liam came racing towards me on their little feet, their eyes much like Damian's, fixed on the plate of pancakes I held. "Hey! Please slow down, guys," I called when Lily, still running, looked over her shoulder and screeched excitedly when she saw Damian. Damian was chasing them with Liam's favourite stuffed animal. "Slow down! Slow down!" I called more loudly as the twins approached me. “You’ll hurt yourself if you keep running around!” At the same time, they got to me and clutched my dress, giggling. I glared at Damian, who gave me a boyish, unrepentant grin. "Liam! Lily!" I said, turning my attention back to my kids. "How many times have I told you to stop running in the house? And Damian-" "Yes, sweetheart?" "You ar
THREE MONTHS LATER DAMIAN "Oh, come on!" I muttered to myself as, for what felt like the umpteenth time, my fingers slipped on my silk tie. I had tied knots, dozens, even hundreds of times before. But this time, I couldn't even manage to tie a decent one. I knew what the problem was, though. Apart from the fact that my hands were sweaty, I was anxious and nervous. Seeing as I had gotten wedded once before, one would have thought that I was used to the whole process by now. This time was the first time, in a way, the first phase of my new beginning with Amelia. "My wife," I said aloud, pausing to stare at my reflection in the mirror. A smile lifted the corners of my mouth. The word 'wife' did have a nice ring to it. Amelia was still technically my wife, but today, she became mine for real, not only in name. And it wasn’t like our first wedding, which concluded in minutes and was void of any emotions. "Hey!" I flinched a little and turned to the door, then shot an irr
THREE MONTHS LATER Noah's head throbbed. It banged like the world's noisest drummers were having a nonstop concert in it. His eyes felt like they were going to bulge out of their sockets as he walked-no- stumbled his way out of the bar he had been getting wasted in for hours. "Out of my way, you," Noah growled, shoving someone out of his way. "What the- Watch where you're going," the man he had pushed shouted. “Such a fucking asshole.” If only everything wasn't spinning so fast, Noah would have gone back to plant his fist in that asshole's face. It might have made him feel slightly better, hurting someone. Hate burned within him. He hated his life. He hated this noisy, shitty bar he had chosen to get drunk in. He hated every freaking thing. Eager to get some fresh air, Noah hastened his steps the closer he got to the door. He had just gotten outside when he lost his footing and- THUD! He fell on his face, gasping for breath, inhaling the smell of dust on the cold f
DAMIAN I looked up the stairs, checking to see if she was heading down the stairs. She wasn't. Not yet. What a surprise she would get tonight, I thought. With what was no doubt a goofy smile on my face, I touched the ring safely nestling in a box deep in the linings of my pocket. It felt like lead was there, a pound of it. I felt my smile slip a little bit as I thought of what this night would bring. I was nervous as hell about proposing to Amelia even though I was entirely sure that she would not refuse me. I wanted to do it right. I wanted the moment to be perfect for the both of us. Sighing, I willed my lips to speak the right words when the time came to declare my love for her, to ask her to marry me. Perhaps a simple 'I love you. Will you marry me?' would be best. Or not. The direct approach wasn't always the best, especially in romantic situations. "What are you shaking your head for?" Amelia asked in a voice I could detect the humour in. I raised my head to lo
AMELIAWith a slightly shaky hand, I pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at my sweaty brow. I had been taking deep, steady breaths for the past few minutes, but it had done nothing to alleviate my nervousness. I didn't think any woman had been this nervous to tell the father of his child that she was pregnant. Damian was unwittingly making my nervousness a hundred times worse the longer he stayed away. What was he still doing up there anyway?I straightened and straightened the placemats on the dining table for what felt like the umpteenth time. And then I heard his approaching footsteps and immediately stood straight. "Where's the food?" Damian said cheerfully, standing just inside the door and looking around. "In a- in a minute," I said. "I wanted you to come down first. I didn't want your food to get cold."I stumbled into the kitchen and stumbled back out. My hands trembled so badly that I almost dropped a dish cover on Damian's foot."Sorry. Sorry," I apologized as I caught i
AMELIAI turned my head a little to get a good look at the wall clock and saw it was just a quarter past eight. Good. I nodded. The gossip show would start soon, and I was amped for it. I adjusted until I was very comfortable in my seat and took yet another bite of popcorn. On the big television, an ad for a new washing machine was being aired, and then my phone pinged, signalling that it was time for the show. I grabbed the remote and quickly changed the channel. Just as I did, the familiar soundtrack of the gossip talk show came on.The words 'STRAIGHT TALK WITH MILES' popped up on the screen in bold caps. The message grew more extensive and slowly faded into the background. What appeared next on the screen was a live studio in which was seated a tall, youngish man, very much like Anton in looks. I immediately recognized him as Anton's friend in the talk show biz, the one who was going to help me dig up dirt on Noah, the one who was to talk about Noah today on his show based on a
AMELIA Noah got to his feet seconds after the initial surprise of my rejection had worn off. Luckily, I was already walking to the mall as fast as possible. When I looked back, I saw him coming after me. I increased my pace but managed to get into the building with Noah right at my heels, his face as red as a tomato. Red with rage. "Stop him," I said to the first security personnel I saw. I pointed to Noah, who was quickly approaching the mall's entrance. That man is after me. He wants to cause a scene. Make sure he doesn't get in here. Quickly!" Thankfully, the security guard didn't ask any questions. He just nodded to his colleague on his other side. They hurried to Noah and intercepted him before he could get to the door. "I'm sorry you can't go in, sir," the guard I had spoken to told him and turned back to glance at me. I nodded, indicating that I was content with their actions. Noah was too busy staring at me even to notice that one of the guards had his hand on his
AMELIA "We'll see soon then, Mrs Donovan." I blinked and once more, turned to focus on Engineer Sam who I had quite a lengthy meeting with. His team was hanging back a little, deeply engrossed in some conversation about the amusement park project. "Yes of course," I replied, with a glance at my watch. “I have somewhere to be. Good bye.” I was barely focused during the meeting, my mind drifting to all the things in my schedule. There were several other things I needed to do. As I left the project site, I waved absently at Sam who walked off with his team as I dug out my phone to call Rose. "Ma'am," she said when she picked up. "Are you stopping over by the bakery today?" "No. I'm afraid not. Do you have your notepad with you?" "Always." "Good. I got a call some hours ago from the office of the CEO of Sharecare. He's celebrating the 10th year anniversary of his company soon. He wants us to handle the cakes and the event in general. So what do you think?" Rose reele
NOAH I stopped typing on my computer long enough to adjust the shirt I was wearing. I felt uncomfortable as I tugged the fabric, feeling unusually small in my shirt. I sighed, a deep, weary sigh. That was what came of a reduced appetite, worry, many late nights of staying awake thinking of how best to get a lasting solution to all the problems I had been having. I made a mental note to myself to eat more and hit the gym before my enemies noticed my weight loss- if they hadn't already. I hoped they hadn't. There was nothing as aggravating as a well timed news headline to set the sharks at my door. Sitting here, I could just picture the sort of headlines those news vultures would print. BUSINESS MOGUL NOAH CARTER GOES TO PIECES FOLLOWING RUMOURS OF BANKRUPTCY. I clenched my fists, and found myself already getting worked up over the imaginary headline. Recently, a lot of news had been circulating around me. I would be damned before they printed something like that about me