JAMES I had to walk away before I said something scathing. That woman! I would tolerate her only for Destiny’s sake. My sweet wife has such a forgiving nature, which I found endearing as it was something I am unfortunately lacking in.The manilla envelope in my bedside drawer burned me. I took it out to stare at the photo of Jenna with that bastard that took my wife. Of course, I should give it to your police, and I fully intended to. But before I do, I wanted to confront that bitch myself.Destiny mustn’t know about it. Not right away. She would give the game away. I want Jenna to hang herself with the rope I aim to give her.“James?” Destiny knocked at the bedroom door. I slammed the envelope back in the drawer. Why the hell did she knock? This was her bedroom too, for fuck’s sake. Although, I was relieved she did. I opened the door for her and took her into my embrace.She didn’t reject me, but she wasn’t welcoming either. “What is it?” I put her at arm’s length. Was she still a
DESTINY James said I was having nightmares, but I couldn’t remember a thing about it. There were scratches on James’ face and when I asked him about it, he changed the subject.“Did I do that?’ I turned his face to mine.Those blue eyes of his turned gray like the ocean on a cloudy day. “Forget about it, Sugar.” He took my hand and squeezed it lightly. “I’ve arranged for an alarm system to be installed. They’ll be here later on today.”“You’re not leaving me here alone, are you?” Not that I was alone, but I couldn’t face strange men being in the house anytime soon.“Sugar, you won’t be alone. I have a doctor’s appointment. But I’ll go after they’ve done, if that makes you feel better.”I nodded, feeling stupid and childish. My mother and Mrs. Donahue were there, after all. I wouldn’t be alone.“No, I’m just being silly. Go. I’ll be fine.”“I’ll be quick. I promise,” he said and pecked me on the cheek. Minutes later, I heard the Bentley drive off.***Mrs. Donahue and Mother were in t
JAMES The following day, Aurora went out again and left young Arthur in Destiny’s care. I wasn’t very happy about that. We didn’t sign up to be permanent babysitters to the kid, although he was cute enough. Aurora was secretive about her line of work, and, well, judging by how late she came in, I think I had a pretty good idea what she was up to.I stayed up late that evening. Destiny and Arthur had already gone to bed, and I opted to wait for Aurora. I wasn’t about to give her a key and the password for the alarm to come and go as she pleased. I didn’t trust her or know her well enough to do that. It was near midnight, and she still wasn’t back yet. Damn woman was going to get a piece of my mind.As soon as she walked through the front door, I called her into the lounge. “Mind if we had a word, Aurora?”“James! You startled me!” she faked a gasp.“A bit late, don’t you think? What type of boss keeps you working at this hour?” I hardly gave her a chance to kick off her ridiculous sti
DESTINYJames and I went furniture shopping for baby. It was nice to get out of the house. No, actually, it was awesome. The last couple of weeks had been suffocating for me, as if the house was suddenly too small for all of us. Mainly because of the rising tension hanging like a heavy storm cloud between James and Mother.I couldn’t blame James, though. Aurora wasn’t innocent in all of this. She was actively out to goad James, and I couldn’t understand why. Something happened between the two of them, but they kept mum about it. Except for Mother dropping the occasional hint.James had been keeping to himself lately, preoccupied with his own thoughts. When I asked him about it, he brushed it off as being work-related. Nothing to worry about. But today he’s been almost his old, carefree self. Joking and flirting with me.I must say I’ve missed that side of him. We haven’t had sex since I returned home, but I thought it might have something to do with my mother being in the house. Not t
JAMES“Omigod, ohmigod, omigod!” Destiny hid her face in the pillows. “I could never look her in the eyes again!”“Oh, c’mon! It wasn’t that bad. We’re all adults here.” I faked a smile, but I was actually hella pissed at Aurora. She spoiled our fun, damn meddlesome woman.“But you shouldn’t have been so… you, James.” She took her face out of the pillows, as red as a firetruck.I threw the bundle of our clothes I retrieved from downstairs onto the floor and kicked them into a corner.I shrugged, still naked. “This is our house, and if I want to shag my wife wherever I want, I’ll do it.”That made her giggle. “Still, we should be more respectful. Besides, what if Arthur saw us?”Yeah, I forgot about the little chap. “Well, lucky for us, he didn’t. I forgot about him. That’s entirely your fault, though.”She gaped at me, open-mouthed. “My fault?!”“Yeah, that’s what you do to me, Mrs. Barrington. I get amnesia when I look at you.” which was true. I could think of nothing else but the wa
DESTINY“What the actual fuck are you doing?” I couldn’t believe my eyes. There he was, my husband-fake husband-snogging my mother. My mother!“Destiny, this isn’t what it looks like.” James ripped his hands away from her as if she had burned him. The look on his face would have been comical (a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar) had I not felt such burning rage. Like hell it isn’t! “How could you?!” Glaring at the two of them, her dressed in a sheer nightdress and him with just his boxers on, his raging erection hard to miss. The air in the kitchen was thick with tension, a suffocating mix of betrayal and disgust. Was he about to fuck her right here in our kitchen?Mother attempted to pull the scant piece of clothing together to cover more of herself. I sneered at them with disgust. The smell of their betrayal hung heavy in the air, a stench that invaded my senses.He came towards me, and I jumped away, keeping the counter between us. The cold surface of the counter pressed
JAMESThere! I went and blurted out that I loved her. And I truly did, as shocking as it was to both of us. What did she do? She laughed.“Is that funny to you?” I stalked over to her, anger narrowing my eyes. With my hands on my hips, I glared down at her. She didn’t back away, but stood her ground.She wiped tears off her cheeks. “Yes, because you don’t mean it, James.” The towel threatened to slip off, and she clutched it around her.I threw my hands up in the air, exasperated. Here I was telling her the truth, and she doubted me. “What the hell? I do fucking mean it!”She shook her head. “Remember the day of our wedding? You said it then too. Because you were scared that I wouldn’t go through with the wedding.”I remembered it too clearly. Not my proudest moment. But it worked anyway. Although, I meant it that day. Alright, maybe not as honestly as I do now.“You will always say whatever gets you what you want, James. That is who you are.” Her words hurt like hell, but it was true
DESTINYMy mind still reeled from what James had confessed earlier, the weight of his words still lying heavily on my heart. I wanted to believe him so badly, but my mind kept telling me to be cautious, like a nagging voice in the back of my head. And yet, despite my reservations, I poured out my feelings to him, my heart exposed and vulnerable. Maybe I should have lied to protect my heart, but James would have seen right through me. Like he always did.My phone buzzed with a text message, its soft vibrations breaking me out of my whirling thoughts. Her name flashed across the screen, a sharp pang of betrayal coursing through me.I placed the phone face down on the bedside table, its cold surface a stark reminder of the distance between us. I hesitated, contemplating whether to delete the message unread. That was so like my mother, avoiding a face-to-face conversation in a cowardly manner. There were so many things I wanted to say to her, but she had robbed me of that chance.Suddenl
DESTINY"I have something for you," James smirked, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously as he held his hands behind his back. The scent of his cologne, a subtle blend of musk and sandalwood, filled the air around us."What is it?" I asked, my curiosity piqued as I leaned in closer, my heart fluttering in anticipation."The traditional gift for a one-year anniversary is paper, isn't it?" he replied, a playful glint in his eyes.“I didn’t figure you for a traditional type of bloke, Mr. Barrington,” I teased affectionately.Victor watched us from his cot, his bright blue eyes sparkling with interest. He chewed happily on his tiny fist and gurgled contentedly.I hadn't gotten him a card, as was the tradition. Instead, Cassidy had helped me choose a digital photo book, its sleek design fitting perfectly in my hands. Our precious memories filled the pages - from our engagement and wedding photos to Victor's first photo shoot. The glossy photographs captured our love and happiness, a tangibl
JAMESThe Christmas holidays felt never-ending, dragging on with a sense of timelessness. Instead of having a relaxing time with only the two of us, our home had become a bustling hive of activity.The sound of laughter and chatter filled the air as Lorraine, Cassidy, and Jenny barged into the house, their arms laden with packages filled to the brim with baby goods. My mates, Chris, Steven, and Joel, followed closely behind. The only one missing was Ronan, and his absence weighed heavily on me. I missed my best friend, but I hadn't yet found it in my heart to forgive him, despite Destiny's constant urging.“Surprise! You didn't think we'd forget to give you a proper baby shower, did you?" Lorraine exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement and warmth.Destiny embraced them all, her face glowing with joy. "You guys! This is unexpected," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine surprise.I couldn't agree more with Destiny. The sight of her happiness warmed my heart. She needed this
DESTINYIt has been going great with us. Everything seemed to be working out just fine. James was back at work and the company’s reputation restored to its former good standing, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.James described how the air was filled with excitement as business boomed and new opportunities bloomed. Now that the guilty parties have been brought to justice, their shadows dissipating like smoke, and Lord Barrington's name cleared of all charges, the relationship between father and son has blossomed. It felt like a weight had been lifted, and I couldn't help but feel eternally grateful for this newfound harmony.Days flowed into each other and before we knew it, it was the Christmas holidays. We were expected to go to the Barrington mansion on Christmas Day.My parents have moved to Wales, where Daddy found a well-paying job in the mines. Hopefully, Aurora would focus her energy on raising Arthur and being a faithful wife to Daddy, their home now a sanctuary of love a
JAMESI woke up in a vast field of vibrant wildflowers, their delicate petals brushing against my skin as a gentle breeze whispered through the air. Initially, confusion washed over me, for I was certain I should have been somewhere else. Yet, lying there among the blossoms, gazing up at the expanse of the cerulean sky, a sense of pure bliss enveloped me. I wanted to stay there forever. It felt like heaven.Suddenly, a familiar voice called out my name, breaking the tranquility of the moment. "Mother?" I sprang up, searching the surroundings with bewilderment. It had to be a dream, it couldn't be real. But then, there she was, appearing exactly as I remembered her.Overwhelmed with joy, I tried to run towards her, but my movements felt as if I were tramping through heavy sand. The harder I tried, the more I struggled against an invisible force. "James," she called out, her voice filled with concern. "Stop. You must go back.""No, Mother, I don't want to go back. I want to be with you,
At Lord Barrington's insistence, I agreed to accompany him to a hotel just a block away from the hospital. As the owner, he had the manager prepare the grand presidential suite for our stay.Stepping into the suite, I couldn’t help but be impressed by the grandeur. They spared no expense, from the crystal chandelier in the center of the living room to the oriental rugs adorning the floor. Three luxurious bedrooms, each with its own ensuite bathroom, left me in awe. Without Lord Barrington by my side, I would have felt utterly out of place in the opulent suite.Lord Barrington said kindly, “At least now you can take a warm shower and have a good night’s rest.”He left me in the bedroom I chose at random, thinking how strange it was spending the night with my father-in-law alone in a hotel. The gossip tabloids would definitely have a lot to speculate about if they got wind of it. I chuckled mirthlessly to myself. What a ridiculous thing to be worried about under the circumstances. My bl
Was I dreaming? The world around me felt surreal, like a hazy fog had descended upon reality. The air was thick with a mix of anticipation and dread. Just a few hours ago, we were filled with joy, discussing baby names and envisioning the perfect nursery. The nightmare of Jenna's death seemed like it was finally coming to conclusion, and we could move on from all of it. Everything was supposed to be fine. But then, in a split second, it all came crashing down.Curious onlookers buzzed about, their whispers and murmurs blending in a cacophony of noise. Security officers stood tall, forming a barrier between the crowd and the chaotic scene unfolding before them. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, blending with the sticky warmth that seeped through my trembling fingers as I clung desperately to James."James, don't leave me," I pleaded through sobs, my voice choked with anguish. I gently caressed his deathly pale face, hoping beyond hope that my touch could somehow anchor him to
DESTINYIt was late evening when we made our way back home. The violet sky overcast with gray clouds hanging low signaled the promise of snow. Winter has finally arrived.Lord Barrington seemed reluctant to let us leave, finding many excuses to keep us there. The aroma of a delicious lunch drifted through the air, enticing us to stay. As the hours passed, lunch turned into dinner, filling the grand dining room with the clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of conversation. Afterwards, the staff brought us steaming cups of tea, accompanied by the sweet aroma of freshly baked biscuits. I couldn’t resist. It was as if Lord Barrington didn't want to be left alone in that massive, eerie mansion. And honestly, I couldn't blame him. The place felt haunted, even if I didn't believe in such things.At least there was some semblance of harmony between James and his father. They engaged in polite conversation, discussing minor matters instead of arguing. It was a significant improvement, and
JAMESHaving heard nothing from my father, we drove to the hospital, anyway. Destiny insisted we stop at a fast-food restaurant on the way to get my dad something to eat. The aroma of sizzling burgers and salty fries wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee.“I don’t care if it’s not healthy, James. He needs comfort food. Just this once.” She was determined to get him what she considered being comfort food. I just shook my head. I’ve never seen my dad eat a hamburger and fries. Ever. But there was no arguing with a pregnant woman. The lack of peanut butter or strawberry ice cream in the house had already agitated her. I had to promise her solemnly to get it for her.We found him in the waiting room where we left him. He looked as if he hadn’t slept at all, his tired eyes reflecting the fluorescent lights overhead. The uncomfortable chairs creaked as we sat down next to him. Outside the waiting area, the hospital staff carried on with their task. The low
DESTINYI listened to what Lord Barrington said. He was convinced that his actions caused his father's stroke.“Grandfather always had a bad temper.” James remarked. He had regained his composure after his emotional outburst. I thought it was endearing to see him so vulnerable. He hardly ever showed that side of him.“I know, but I just couldn’t keep quiet any longer. Not after what he confessed to.” Lord Barrington rubbed his temples as if he had a headache.Looking closely at Lord Barrington, I noticed a red welt on one side of his face. “What happened to your face?” I blurted out.He subconsciously stroked over the red mark. “He struck me with his walking stick,” he said, grimacing. “Right before he fell.”Curiosity piqued, I asked, “What did you argue about?”He let out a deep sigh. “It doesn’t matter now.”“Really?” James raised an eyebrow at his father, his voice filled with skepticism. “Was it about the inheritance?”“Among other things. You should go home. I can see Destiny is