All Chapters of Terms and Conditions : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MAYCan you survive yours? I despised how that one sentence managed to stick to my brain. No, I couldn’t. Even if I could, why would I willingly put myself in that situation? It had taken a lot of sacrifices to get away from her and how she constantly made me feel. I did not understand it. The trials were supposed to be about sustaining this relationship. So why- Why was this the trial I had to face? I picked up my phone and with shaky hands dared to type in the word ‘mom’ into the search box of my contacts app. It had been so long. But I had to know. If my mom made it here… she would flip. I had no job. I was trapped with a dating app and married. That would be the worst part too. I was married to my ex-boss. A man who did not have to worry about money. If there was something April Wolfe hated more than men who did not fit her fairytale narrative, it was broke women who married the rich. I fitted that box quite perfectly.I hesitated. If I called her, what would I say? I wondered tho

MAYHe sounded right out of a fairytale. My very own Prince Charming. It was hard not to swoon. The man left his work which happened to be his love child because he was worried about me. That was the stuff you only read in books. I could tell he was still worried about me even if he promised that he was not going to pester me. In a way, that bothered me. So I tried to break the ice while he was washing my plate.“I listened to your voicemail,” I said, staring at my fingers while I continued. I still felt a ton of guilt for practically ghosting him. I did not want to be a burden. Mom would hate that. “You vaguely mentioned the Trial and Tribulations prestige function. So I am curious. What did Snuggle demand from you?”Edmond continued to wash in silence. I almost believed I had asked the wrong question. But then a chuckle escaped his lips and he turned to face me. “It is a trial. Trust me, mine is just as bad as yours. If you think you are the only one with family drama, wait till you

EDMOND The day passed through. Half of it at least. I was on the edge of my seat at work. Even when I closed early, I couldn’t help but worry. Every passing second meant that my personal hell was getting closer. The cool evening air was refreshing as I drove towards my home but there was no time to bask in the beauty of the setting sun and the cast of warm orange and pink that blanketed the sky. I rolled down my car window, allowing the crisp air to fill my heavy lungs while I focused on the winding road that led to the front gates of my house. May must have known I was close because the moment I pulled up to the gate, the automated gates immediately shuffled to the side, allowing me access. I intended to park somewhere decent and go inside to help May out. But she was already outside waiting for me and she looked beautiful. She wore a fitted black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, paired with a pair of sleek heels. Her blonde hair was styled into a lob, perfectly

MAYEdmond was right. His father exuded an energy of power. It was uncanny. It reminded me of my mother. Something about making that connection made me feel like a horrible person. I knew what it was like. I knew what it was like to be in Edmond’s shoes.“I remember being given a condition. Forget my dreams or walk out of your life.” Edmond clapped back.“You are not the only one with a green memory,” His father continued, refusing to let Edmond have the last word. “You selfishly chose yourself instead of this family. So don’t you act like you were ostracized!”The dining room was ridiculously long and the Patriarch of the Walters family sat at the extreme end with his wife beside him. We made sure to leave a chair empty when we picked our seats. A seat Ronald, Edmond’s brother now sat in. But the length of the table and the space we believed we left open was not enough to stop any of Mr. Walters' assault.“That is about enough!” Mrs. Walters slammed her hands on the table. Silence en

MAYEdmond led me down the grand staircase and towards the sleek black car parked outside. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as we finally made our way toward the exit. It had been a long evening, filled with formalities, fake smiles, and drama, and I was eager to leave. But just as we were about to get into the car, a feeling of panic washed over me. My hands suddenly felt too free, and it was then that I realized I had forgotten my purse inside the house.My hands unconsciously pulled away from Edmond's and I turned to look back at the Walters family home. "Is something wrong?" Edmond asked, his brow furrowing with concern."I forgot my purse," I replied, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. I knew I had to go back inside and retrieve it, but I was eager to leave this place and get away from the pretentiousness of the evening."I'll come with you," Edmond offered, but I shook my head. "No, it's fine. I'll be quick." Was that a lie? Yes. But I didn’t want him to have t