Diya I was living a fairy tale life and I would never ask for a better husband than my Ace. He is thoughtful, warm and the kindest man I have ever met. He is the love of my life and the only man I have ever set my eyes on. We met over two years ago when I left the church with the blessings of the nuns. I might have been twenty-two then, but I will never forget the excitement I had when I left the church with my one suitcase in hand. I knew I would miss everyone dearly, but I knew there was more for me out there, which led me to my good husband. I remember the day we met like it was yesterday because he had helped me clean up a flower pot I had dropped outside the flower shop where I worked. Mrs. Dani had always warned me about my flared floral dress. ‘Diya Wanda, Port Elizabeth is a
Ace Business was done as usual and I had to clean myself up before I went home to my wife. I have missed her and couldn’t wait to see her beautiful smile. I handed the gun to Filip before taking my gloves off as I stared at the corpse on the roof. “You know what to do,” he nodded as I walked off. I made my way back to my office for a shower and change. I needed to be quick because Diya would not be pleased with me if I took too long. On my way home, I should get her flowers. As I prepared to shower, I smiled, thinking of her. I haven’t seen her in three days and being in here made me smell her rosy perfume. I didn’t think I would love someone as much as I love her. I made sure I scrubbed myself clean before I walked out and changed into another suit.
Diya I have been living a lie all my life, and he deceived me. He was a devil, pretending to be good all this time. He must have enjoyed toying with me and laughed behind my back. It was all a façade. I never suspected what he was doing when he said he was going to work. He was a monster who pretended to pray and be good. He even slept soundly next to me while he killed people with no remorse. I had married the devil and now I was carrying his child. I felt sick, and I wanted to die. My heart felt stiff from everything that I had witnessed. I was on the train toilet where I had stayed for the past half an hour because every time I thought of my husband; I felt sick. His smile had turned from the sweetest to sinister in my head. His once hearty laugh had become vile in my head. I looked down at the huge rock on my finger as I shed silent tears in the small space I had curbed myself
Diya I ended up sleeping last night but woke up gloomy because I dreamt of my wedding. It’s like the vows were a broken record in my head, punishing me for leaving my husband. I was not a terrible wife here. I was a victim of lies. We were almost at the station, so I made my way to freshen up a little. After walking out of the station, my stomach growled. I was content because I still had enough cash to spend on a sandwich and taxi. I missed the warm weather as I made my way to a food truck. After taking a few bites, I drowned the sandwich in my bottle of water and was a satisfied customer. I stood from the bench and disposed of my empty bottle before walking a couple of steps to a car with a taxi sign on top. He had a window. “Hello! St Mary’s Church, how much?”
Ace Two years ago, Today was meant to be the worst day of my life. I was to be wed to a woman I didn't know. It was unfortunate that she was in an accident, but I was relieved. I sympathize minimally, but I think the little hope I had made all of this possible. I didn't want to go back to my place until they get rid of everything wedding related. My ranch was supposed to be the way it was. I didn't want any reminder. They thought I asked because of what happened, but that was further from the truth. I hated all the demands she wanted for the wedding. A hideous duck ice fountain. The decorations. The enormous cake eight men carried this morning. I wanted all of it gone. I was happy whatever enemies they had done the work, I couldn't. They had gotten rid of my problem. I just wish they had finished the job. She was alive, and I had to pretend I cared when I didn't. The hospital visit was a waste of my time
Ace Two years ago, There is nothing magical about her. A basic girl I would never be caught dead with. She is on the short side too. I like them tall. Grey eyes big eyes that water easily. She is nothing but annoying. There was nothing special about her I find the least attractive. I wouldn't never look twice, but when I close my eyes, all I see is her innocent face. I can't get her out of my mind. I have gone to that flower place twice trying to make sense of this, and yet I can't seem to understand it. I dislike this girl. In the short period I have seen her work, she seems incompetent. She didn't know the difference between dahlias and daisies. I walked out of the hospital after dropping the bouquet and drove back home. There was no need for me to stay longer that five minutes in the ICU. All I could think of was the girl preparing the flowers after trying to avoid me yet again. "Welcome b
Diya Two years ago, He was back again. Mrs Dani was not around. This was the fifth time he was in the store getting flowers and this time I couldn't hide. I was still embarrassed. Every time he came here was a reminder that I almost lost a dress because of the wind. "Hello," he said, glaring at me. "Welcome," I shifted, organizing the flowers in front of me, "Do you want your usual flowers?" "No." "Ok um- Uh," I swallowed, looking up, "What flowers do you need today?" I tried to smile. "I want these," he said, looking at the flowers on the side. "Well, those are for a funeral. They are reserved."
Diya I have been going around in circles trying to decide. If it were only me, I would have been long gone, but I had to consider the baby. I made a vow in front of everyone and God to love my husband, but I didn’t think murder could be part of the hardship. Maybe I was being too harsh on Ace. I have forgiven my birth mother even if I never met her, but I can’t bring forgiveness in my heart for the man I love with my whole life. I contemplated going back to the church for a confessional or an insight, but decided against it. I had no blood in my hands, but Ace and I were bonded. Could this possibly mean that I was a murderer too since we were made one in front of the church? No. I shook off the ridiculous thought. This had nothing to do with me, and I took no part. But I did witness a murder and never went to the authorities? Why didn