All Chapters of Collateral Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER TWO LORENA'S POV It couldn't possibly be him! But I couldn't deny what was right in front of me. It had been six years since I last saw him but his face was forever etched in my mind.He never told me his name, so I had no idea who he was, only that I needed to help him. I had to save his life or he would die.Six years ago, I had snuck out of the house when my mother had gone to the bakery and my father had been out gambling as usual. I was left alone in the house with no one to talk to and nothing to do.For years, the only contact I had with the outside world was what I watched through the window in the living room, peeking through closed curtains. I knew the neighbors and their kids but had never even spoken to them. I would watch Celine and her little brother Conner accompany their parents to their small farm just a few metres from their house. They looked happy and contented.I didn't even have a brother, or a sister, and no friends either. I was sixteen years old and

CHAPTER FOURSARAH'S POVTWENTY-TWO YEARS AGOLoneliness. Silence. Chaos. Pain.All of these described my life as vividly as you can imagine. My life was a mess and the fact that I was helpless and could do nothing to fix it exacerbated my worries. My husband was sweet. He tried to distract me from my painful reality and succeeded once in a while to make me smile. But as soon as he was gone for the day's work, I was left with the emptiness and silence that had become my companion.Marcus and I had been married for seven years and had been trying to have a baby but couldn't. I had had several miscarriages already and was exhausted from trying. We both were. But we wanted children desperately.Things got worse.I had gotten pregnant again and hoped that it would stay this time, but it didn't. I lost the baby at sixteen weeks and this time, the doctor told me I couldn't have a child. Ever.The news broke me and I fell into depression. It was hard to get out of bed, to even bake,which w

Chapter sixJACOB'S POVThe soft bed was now a thorn in my flesh, like the prickly thorns on roses. I had been stuck here for months after the accident and since then, time seemed to crawl by. It was hard, laying here in pain and not being able to supervise my casinos and company. Being bedridden was the worst thing that could've ever happened to me, but there was nothing I could do about it. The doctor said I had torn the ligaments in my legs and I wouldn't be able to walk for a while, quite a while they said. I had to undergo therapy if I was to regain the use of my legs.I was getting better now though, or maybe I just got used to the pain. Pain was nothing new to me. I built my empire with my blood and sweat. I didn't inherit my wealth from my parents neither did they contribute anything into making me the man that I am. They were poor church rats and couldn't offer me anything, nothing close to the life I wanted. So, I had to work extra hard to acquire everything I had. I was a

Chapter eight.LORENA'S POVI woke up with a slight throbbing on my head. It felt as though I had been smacked on the head with a baseball bat. Not that I really knew how that would feel like but, you get the idea.I tried to open my eyes but the sunlight seeping through the window was too intense and on top of that, I was facing the window directly. It had to be noon. I turned, facing the other way and tried again. My eyes were open but i became confused instantly. I could not, for the life of me, remember where I was. This room was a sharp contrast to the one I grew up in. The bed for one was soft and comfortable and it smelled really clean and fresh. The wall was painted white with some gray hues on places like the window and doors. There were plenty furnitures in the room. A couch, and a glass centre table, a dressing table made of mahogany that matched the wardrobe. Everything in the room screamed class and wealth.But whose house was this?The door opened and a very good look

Chapter TenMARCUS' POVI felt shame and guilt ate at my heart, constricting my air flow. I was to blame. Me! It was all my fault.I knew about the Sanchez. They were filthy rich and powerful people with chains of company all over Mexico. They had a winery and casinos that raked in lots of money. I knew that because I frequently visited the casino and saw the calibre of people that went there. I guess I had gotten greedy.Why on earth did I think I could be that lucky? Lucky enough to win at the tables and hang out with the rich and powerful people. If luck was smiling at me then I would have been able to succeed in all the businesses I had tried to start, but they failed every time. I couldn't make anything of myself and ended up being the poor gambler who only drank and played games with stolen money from my wife. It was a wonder that she hadn't left me. It would have been better for her if she had but I knew she stayed to protect her daughter. We were the only ones who knew that h