Two years later
Today we said our vows. Everything went smoothly, just as we planned. It was in Spain where the pastor announced us as a man and woman, our friends and family with us as we celebrated our love, they cheered as I kissed my bride. Our two-year-old clapped with full force and smiled at us. Everyone was amused at our much-awaited wedding with the bride.
Lyra was fuming. If today we were scheduled to exchange the vows, I swear, next year these people would have celebrated my death anniversary with tears in their eyes.
This morning Lyra got the news. The big news, which was a piece of good news without any doubt. I knew she was over the moon with joy. However, the way she was expressing it with rolling eyes, I was positive the moment we locked in our suite room tonight, she would be jumping on me with a knife.
“You don’t look happy?” I whispered to her ears as we moved along the
Seven Years Later Today we celebrated five years of our marriage with our two children. Our daughter Josephine was seven years old while our son Joshua Hall was five years old. It was still hard to believe for me that we came this way. Whenever I thought about the past or the way we met and the way today things turned out to be, it surprised me. I walked the path with him; however, I couldn’t comprehend that this was us now. Nathan told a lie to save me from the crowd. “She is my fiancée” that night in the club seven years ago, which ended us tied in a relationship that was a lie. Our engagement was a pure lie from my side, at least at that time. I was eager to be with him for my own selfishness. He wasn’t the person that I heard from my family’s mouth. He was my saving grace. Every time I fell, he was there holding me, and that was what made me thankful to him. With time I got to feel for him, and, oh
5 hours before the engagement announcement“She is here.” Collen, my trusted right-handed man, informed me over the phone.“Is she okay?” I asked, finishing the vodka in one swift gulp.“It looks like. But I can’t assure you about the future.”“Keep an eye on her. I am on the way.”I took my keys, wallet from the coffee table of my living room and ran towards the basement parking of my apartment. Other times I would have taken my time to choose between my five cars when you had an impressive collection of vehicles from all over the world. You wanted to show that off.Men loved a few things in their life. A good bottle of alcohol, a massive amount on his bank account, cars, a woman to satisfy who would warm his bed at night (in my case, I needed a few. One was not enough for my enormous appetite), and respect or fear in other eyes.I was proud to confess I
It was late when I set my feet on the house, late than my usual time to arrive here. Tiptoe moved near the stairs towards my room on the second floor of the house.The light of the living room was still shining brightly. My siblings Viola, Owen, and dada were having some conversations. I couldn’t hear everything correctly, dada and Owen were soft-spoken people, but Viola was sore in nature. It’s child’s play for her to turn into livid in seconds, and, genuinely, I was scared of her most. The boss bitch businesswoman inside her was always ready to attack the surrounding people with facts.The estrangement that we two shared was seldom confidential. Everyone in this house was well-aware of the abhor that she carried for me. From a young age, I saw the loath in her eyes. The way she did not once forget to remind me of her genuine feeling towards me was a just pleasure for her, and torture for me.Viola often lived in New York as she worked in the
“3 plates of the sunny morning, one plate of pancakes with maple syrup, three cups of cappuccino for table three.” Nadia, one of our waitresses, read the order out loud.“1 egg and toast, pancakes with fried bacon, chicken burritos, and a cup of latte.” Jasmin, another waitress, read her order.The mornings were the laid-back time of the entire day in our kitchen. Lunch was busy compared to breakfast. Most office workers came here for lunch, couples, ladies in their middle age, but dinner was the attraction. We started our preparation around 5 and normally our first guest arrived by 6:30. All ages of people came to our place as it was a family place.The room on the first floor was just a hall where all the tables and chairs were arranged. Our kitchen was placed on this floor. Most tables are for four people or two. It booked three booths in the corner on this floor while the second floor was for only families.
I walked into ‘Aspiration’ the gaming club that I owned. I would like to call it instead of cassino the way other people pronounced the name as if it was a disease. But in the end, they all came here to enjoy their night. Hypocrisy was everywhere, and now they hid behind million-dollar suits and shoes.Those cranky old men whom we met at the meetings behaved as if they knew everything about business and the world. We are older; we had seen the world; we knew better than the younger generation, but in everyday life, they were the most fucked up. If you looked at their life, you would know how fucked up human relationships can be.So here was a piece of free advice, never, not even accidentally, heed any attention when they gave you a reality check. Trust me, you would be content, lived a good life without these bullshits.It was a little after 10 at the night. Mostly I liked to be home after spending my day in the office with me
“Did you talk to him?” Penny asked me on the phone as I set my left foot inside the house.“No.”“What are you doing, McCoy? What are you waiting for? I am telling Veronica is going to steal your fiancé. You need to polish your game plan. Otherwise, Veronica would have the ultimate laugh while you standalone.” The woman was hyped-up all day, repeating the same song again and again and exasperating me to a point where very soon I was turning into a murderer. And she was my first victim.I closed my eyes shut and bit my lips with my upper teeth. Penny was nagging for precisely twelve hours now. In the restaurants, she would come into the kitchen every thirty-minute and asked me if I called him or not. Whenever I shook my head or replied skeptically, she would gaze at me as if I was a criminal who was hiding from the law.At this point, this woman was harassing me, and I was thinking about issuing a restriction lett
“Why are we here?” Lyra opened her mouth after maintaining forty-three minutes of silence. At some time during our car ride, I started to think she lost her voice due to shock.The moment her head hit the hard wooden floor, my heart dropped out in that second. Lyra and I had some unfinished business to do after what happened two nights ago. I wanted to sit and talk to her about what did she think about the whole situation.Announcing our wedding wasn’t my intention, but at the time, that’s all I could have thought of, and I didn’t hesitate to go forward and save her from the hole where she slipped accidentally.That night, with Jacob, wasn’t her fault. Nothing about that night was her fault, but she was the one on the row of punishment that hyped me up, and I couldn’t hold myself. Before knowing my mind, I walked to her and made the stupid announcement.I watched her from the shadow for a lo
Present“Hello, are you listening to me?” She asked me with a frown. “What are you thinking?”“Eager to know what’s going on in my head, sweetheart,” I smirked.“No, thanks.” She blushed and lowered her head.“What kind of ring do you want?” I asked her while cutting the pancakes with a knife. “Cushion cut, oval, round, pear, heart, princess, radiant. What about the stone? Diamond, ruby, gold, sapphire, we can get whatever you want.”Lyra stared at me, dumbfounded. She didn’t say a word, nor did her expression give away to me, so I could understand what was going through her mind.“Did anybody ever tell you before that you needed a doctor?” She sighed and gazed at me with compassion. “You need help, dear. Try to talk to a doctor.”At first, I thought she was making fun of me, but
Seven Years Later Today we celebrated five years of our marriage with our two children. Our daughter Josephine was seven years old while our son Joshua Hall was five years old. It was still hard to believe for me that we came this way. Whenever I thought about the past or the way we met and the way today things turned out to be, it surprised me. I walked the path with him; however, I couldn’t comprehend that this was us now. Nathan told a lie to save me from the crowd. “She is my fiancée” that night in the club seven years ago, which ended us tied in a relationship that was a lie. Our engagement was a pure lie from my side, at least at that time. I was eager to be with him for my own selfishness. He wasn’t the person that I heard from my family’s mouth. He was my saving grace. Every time I fell, he was there holding me, and that was what made me thankful to him. With time I got to feel for him, and, oh
Two years laterToday we said our vows. Everything went smoothly, just as we planned. It was in Spain where the pastor announced us as a man and woman, our friends and family with us as we celebrated our love, they cheered as I kissed my bride. Our two-year-old clapped with full force and smiled at us. Everyone was amused at our much-awaited wedding with the bride.Lyra was fuming. If today we were scheduled to exchange the vows, I swear, next year these people would have celebrated my death anniversary with tears in their eyes.This morning Lyra got the news. The big news, which was a piece of good news without any doubt. I knew she was over the moon with joy. However, the way she was expressing it with rolling eyes, I was positive the moment we locked in our suite room tonight, she would be jumping on me with a knife.“You don’t look happy?” I whispered to her ears as we moved along the
LyraOne year later,“Are you fucking kidding me?” I shrieked from the bathroom after seeing two pink lines on the fucking pregnancy stick that I was holding in my hand firmly.This had to be a dream. This can’t be true. I closed my eyes and opened again with hope and trust that the two lines would be turned in one somehow magically. But it didn’t.So I took out another stick, praying this time it would be negative. I peed on it, kept my prayer loud while waiting for the result to appear on the stick, and then, BINGO. There were two lines on this one too, positive. I was pregnant.Nathan did that to me. How could he do that to me? I told him to wear a condom so many times, but he didn’t listen to any of my warnings. How many minutes did it take to wear one? But that adamant man didn’t listen, and now here I was holding the one thing that I
“What is this?” Devin frowned as I placed the wedding card of mine and Nathan in front of him on the table.Devin was one of my two friends. I didn’t have many people in my life to relay from childhood; I spent my elementary and most of my high school without friends until Penny came along in the form of an enemy. She was the one who made my life easy and entertaining during those two years of my life.It was nice having someone to rely on, sharing thoughts and happiness with another female who could understand you.Devin and I shared a unique relationship than what I had with Penny. He was my guy friend who treated me with respect, was with me whenever I needed help or a friend in these past years.He was a great guy. I liked him both as a friend and as a human being. He was kind, humble, funny, handsome, a foodie, everything that a woman wanted in her man. He was that guy.But we couldn’t stretch the
Whenever I had a feeling about something strongly, it seemed as if I would always be right about that. It first happened when I was in high school. As I went to private school, a place which was filled with some little rotten rich human being’s little miniature, it wasn’t exactly an upright place where I wanted to be. Moral was nowhere to be found in that school, if anything mattered to those people, it was money, power, and status.Lucky for us, Luke and I stood at the top of that game. As a part of the Hall family, the oldest and powerful one in Chicago, those little pieces of shit didn’t dare to look at our eyes, let alone talk to us.Luke had friends. He was always popular among boys and girls where I was a loner, but I enjoyed that. I didn’t need those bullies anywhere near me, all of them, every single one of them, was a criminal in my eyes.As I spent time with my grandfather and mom in the office, I was awar
We officially started dating a week ago after the night in that café. It was nice. Nathan came to my house in the morning, we had our breakfast together before going to work. He dropped me at my restaurant, pressed a kiss on my lips before driving himself to his office. He returned to his office, once again, he was the CEO of the Hall Corporation just like before.We texted one another every free time we got, talked over the phone during our lunch, hence it was harmless to say we ate together. He picked me up from work around 6. It wasn’t my time to go home, but these days I was relying on my manager a little as he confirmed to me everything would be fine even if I wasn’t here.We would go to his condo and spend a cozy night. Watching movies together on his DVD, talking about the time we were separated from one another, cuddling on the sofa, falling asleep in his arms, and having crazy exotic food for dinner. Nathan’s che
I didn’t say a word after Nathan told me what happened in the hospital a year ago. When I woke up in the morning that time, it was Brian, Owen, Inessa, and Michale around me. Nathan was nowhere to be found.They discharged me from the hospital the next morning after the doctor confirmed I was out of danger and ready to go home. Brian and Inessa took me to their house. I was with them for a week before moving back to uncle Josh’s condo.Michale visited me every single day, sometimes before going to the office or sometimes after work. He would bring me flowers or my favorite food from my favorite restaurants. I didn’t think much of his actions that time as I wasn’t in my head that time.I was numb for a long time after coming home; I was listening to every word that was being said to me, but I couldn’t empathize with the meaning behind any of those words. It was the reason Inessa used to do all my works; she hel
“What do you want to talk about?” Lyra asked, breaking the long silence that was sandwiched between us from the moment we sat in this café with our coffee.I was a little earlier than Lyra, as I needed to prepare to talk to her. I was the one who asked for this meeting; thus, I wanted to be warmed up to talk to her about us. It took a lot from my side to have this conversation with her.When we met one another after such a long time, seeing her well-adjusted in her new life delighted me. She was doing what she loved; she established her own restaurants, which were enjoying outstanding success. She was a boss woman now, and I loved that.I loved seeing the new Lyra, the fearless one, shy but confident, naïve as well as guarded. I took pleasure in her success, yet I was melancholic with her. Mostly because of how fast she was moving forward in her personal life without me.I wanted to talk about us. If there wa
I canceled my plan to return to Italy for now; I called Jessica and told her to call off the meeting that I was supposed to attend on my return to Italy with an investor. I would do other works that needed my attention through email, my casino manager Rocky was a trusted, worthy man. He was accomplished of handling the situation better than anyone; therefore, I knew things would be alright in Italy with little hinder.But the way everything was resolved in Chicago was scaring me to death. After the night where I almost choked Devin, or whatever that bastard's name was to death, I was feeling more out of control. The fear of losing Lyra was taking all my thinking systems at once.We spent a year apart from one another, didn’t see her, talk to her, or listen to her voice, we were living our life as two strangers. During that time, I didn’t go through this fucking fear that I was having right now.I knew she was in this world some