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155. The Wife
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Till Time Do Us Part 156. Photo
“Who are you?” asked an utterly bemused Zia. Amanda shifted her glance at Gray who was also waiting for whatever answer she had in store. Her eyes swiveled between the two. “How come you have a picture with our mom’s? Zia asked once more. Amanda gave them a sweet smile. She put the box on the floor and took the photo. “We were best friends.” She walked past them and settled down on the couch. “We were friends, the four of us, back in high school.” She glanced at them. Gray and Zia shared a confused glance then they also decided to sit around the table. Zia hopped on the couch, sitting beside Amanda while Gray was on a chair, just beside where Amanda left the box. “You and Alexandra really look alike in this photo,” said Zia, leaning in toward the photo on Amanda’s hand. “Yes.” Amanda softly chuckled. “I couldn’t count the times people would mistake us as twins.” She glanced at Zia. “When we first met, she even dragged me to the hospital to get a DNA test but the result was negati
Till Time Do Us Part 157. Lovers
“They were lovers?” repeated Zia for clarification. “Yes…” Amanda paused and glanced at Gray. “Are you okay hearing this, dear? I mean, if you’re uncomfortable—” “No, do continue,” intercepted Gray. “I’m intrigued.” “Okay,” said Amanda. “But first,” she rose from the couch. “I’ll go get you girls something to drink. What do you want, juice, coffee?” Zia raised her hand. “Sophia wants juice!” “Juice for the little lady…” Amanda glanced at Gray. “I’ll go with juice, too, thanks,” said Gray. As soon as Amanda was out of the living room, Zia eyed her. “Isn’t it freaky?!” “Which part?” responded a nonchalant Gray. “All of this!” Zia opened her little arms wide in the air. “Isn’t this too much of a coincidence? I mean, to think she was friends with all of our mothers,” she noted. Gray just stared at her uninterested in her seat. “And the fact that her husband was your mom’s ex-boyfriend?!” added Zia. “I mean, the guy could have been your father.” “She’s not my mom, Zi” corrected
Till Time Do Us Part 158. The Daughter
“I’m Rory,” said a little girl with honey colored skin, barely reaching three and a half feet. Gray eyed the little girl. “You’re…Rory?” “Yes!” The little girl hopped. “That’s what mommy call Rory.” “Okay, then, Rory…” Gray squatted down to level with her line of vision. “Why were you dumbly looking for a fictional character?” Rory tilted her head in bemusement. “Huh?” Gray sighed. “Fairy godmother, why were you looking for her?” “Oh!” Rory broke into a smile. “Daddy say Rory…”she paused and fumbled with her fingers as if searching for the words to say from behind her head. “Good kid,” she continued. “Fairy godmother come.” Gray’s brows furrowed. “You mean, if you’re a good kid then the fairy whatmother will come to you?” “Yes!” Gray studied the little girl in front of her. Instead of listening to alienated stories about the woman who gave birth to her, she had decided she would rather play along with this kid and pass the time with her. She scanned the room which appeared t
Till Time Do Us Part 159. Got Lost
“I mean,” uttered Amanda Corbett, staring at another photo that looked like a family picture of her, her husband and child. “ I know he never loved me, but he loved our child more than anything in the world.” Zia, who was just keeping herself occupied with stuffing cookies into her mouth, thought to herself, “Why are you dropping this heavy drama on a child that’s not supposed to understand any of it?” “Cookies!” Zia’s attention was shifted to an energetic voice approaching the plate of cookies. “Rory,” called Amanda upon seeing the little girl on the table. “You’re up already?” Rory jumped in the embrace of Amanda as their eyes met. “Mommy!” she exclaimed. Following Rory was Gray who then sat on the chair she was previously sitting on. Zia approached her. “I thought you went to the bathroom?” she whispered. “I got lost,” claimed Gray as she eyed the two Corbetts engaging in a mother-daughter loving act. “Oh, Rory,” said Amanda as she turned to Zia. “This is Sophia. Sophia, t
Till Time Do Us Part 160. Hungry
“Come on, I’m famished,” bellyached Zia Scott while inside the elevator with Gray Stewart, going up to Gray’s apartment. “It’s already past eight.” The elevator dinged along with the opening of the doors. Gray stepped out and Zia sluggishly followed. “You know, hunger is not good for little children like me,” complained Zia once again. “Why was there heavy traffic on a Sunday, anyway?!” she grunted. Gray just ignored her and made her way to her apartment. After punching in the passcode, the door clicked open. “How unethical of you to come home late?!” reprimanded Azriel as soon as Gray opened the door and met his eyes. “The supper I’ve arranged has turned stale!” Upon hearing the familiar voice, Zia ran to the door and took a peek inside. “Oh, my God,” she gasped. Gray gave him a cold yet inflamed glare. “What the hell are you doing in my apartment?” Before she could hear his response, Edward appeared beside Azriel to peek at the door. “Oh, Gray, Sophia, you guys are home, we’ve
Till Time Do Us Part 161. Uneasy
Zia Scott kept the rim of the glass on her lips to cover the fact that they were trembling from uneasiness. “And the things you know about Azriel,” Edward added. “It’s like you know him the way I know him.” “W-what,” stuttered Zia with her hands tightly clutching the glass covering her lips. “Sophia d-don’t understand.” Just then, the microwave dinged which stole his attention. “For a minute there,” he continued as he opened the microwave and took out the bowl of butter noodles. “I thought I was talking to Zia.” SHATTER! The shattering sound immensely echoed throughout the apartment. “A-are you alright, Sophia?!” prompted Edward as the glass Zia was holding fell on the floor. “I–uh,” she stuttered with quivering eyes, flabbergasted. The scattered broken pieces were surrounding her feet. “Don’t move, okay?” He gestured his palm forward. “You might step on a broken piece and hurt yourself.” He took a kitchen towel and squatted down. He started picking up the shards of glasses m
Till Time Do Us Part 162. It's Back
The bottle of aspirin rattled as Gray Stewart shook one pill out. When she brought one to her mouth, Zia approached her on the kitchen counter. “Are you still having those nightmares?” she whispered. “I thought they stopped while you were in the hospital?” Gray finished downing a glass of water and looked down at her. “It did.” She closed the lid of the pill bottle and put it back on a drawer. “Now, it’s back.” She turned and went to the dining table and saw Azriel sitting at the head of it. She pulled back a chair farthest from him and took a seat. Zia also pulled back a chair, the one beside Gray, making herself the center between the two siblings. On the other hand, Edward was already seated on the other side of Azriel, right across from Zia. “Dig in, you guys,” initiated Edward. Zia reached for the mashed potatoes, and seeing this, Edward stood and took it. “Here, let me help you, Sophia.” He scooped a spoonful into her plate and added another one. “Is this enough?” He looke
Till Time Do Us Part 163. Missing Zia
“So, how was it? Did you like the food?” uttered Edward Bartlett as he poured water on a glass and put it on the table near Zia. “Thank you,” she said as she grabbed the glass and took a sip. “Yes, I enjoyed the food. It was so delicious.” He chuckled. “I’m glad you liked it.” He piled up the dirty plates and utensils, then made his way to the sink. “You must be feeling sleepy already. Want me to make you a warm cup of milk?” Zia hopped down from her seat and brought her finished glass to the sink. “I want to help.” “Oh, okay,” said Edward as he took the glass from her because she was too little to put it on the sink herself. “But afterwards, you’re getting your milk, okay?” “Okay~” Zia beamed a smile and then grabbed a stool for her to stand on. “I’ll do the washing and you do the wiping,” he noted. “Is that alright for you?” “Yes!” she replied enthusiastically. She started to climb the stool but as she seemed to struggle with it, he lifted her by the waist and set her foot a
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