All Chapters of MORGANA; The Rise And Fall : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Genevieve sat by the corner of her room. She had returned from the hospital after Maya's corpse had been taken to the morgue.She felt an overwhelming grief that seemed to want to consume her.She had lost, her only child and fruit of her womb even if she hadn't showered her with all the love she could give, all the love she invested trying to make her husband love her.Watching the colour themed room that used to be her daughter's, tears began to stream down her eyes.She felt sharp pains of anguish consume her as the child was no more, there would be no more running to hide her test results or praying to the heavens about her not misnaming a colour, no more chatters from the house or the incessant questions she always asked whenever she returned and ran to welcome her.There would be no more of those things, silence, stark silence were all she heard.Moving out of the room, she overheard noises.Thinking if was a thief in the deserted house, she immediately picked up her heeled shoe

Lucas walked into the law office, his law firm, the law firm he had given up to a good employee of his because he has risked it being closed like his father in-law had requested, the weight of his emotions clearly visible on his face. He was greeted by the receptionist and directed to a small, private office where the lawyer, Mr. Thompson, awaited him. She was a seasoned divorce attorney with a reputation for his thoroughness and empathy.It was said that he never lost a case in his practice and that was why he had sought him.He had heard about him and seen his works when he had still watched over his company on his own but because he never thought of divorcing her then, with Maya as the major reason, he had not had any personal dealings with him. "Good morning, Lucas. Please, have a seat," he began, gesturing to a comfortable chair opposite his desk. "I understand you're here to discuss the divorce?" He added, knowing before hand why he had been there because he had already been c

The living room was draped in muted hues creating a somber setting for the condolence visit. Framed photographs of Genevieve’s late child, Maya, adorned the mantle. The scent of lilies permeated the air, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea which was being served to the people that came to condole with the governor at his time of loss. Three women huddled near the bay window, their voices hushed but filled with an undercurrent of judgment and hate, tinged with jealousy. Margaret, a woman of sturdy build with a penchant for knowing everyone's business, leaned in closer to her companions. Her eyes glimmered with a mixture of sympathy and a certain eagerness as she began, “I can’t believe poor Genevieve lost Maya. It’s just heartbreaking. But can you imagine, almost forty and this happens? It’s almost like the universe is punishing her.”Beatrice nodded, the second in the group. Her face which was mostly always pinched in disapproval nodded to concur with what the first

Genevieve's heart churned as she watched her husband stare at Faye.He had seen her brother trying to harass her and had watched how he gulped down the tea he held, even though he was with some guests, his eyes were not taken off her.She was not mistaken anymore, the pictures had become clear. She were the one, she was the other woman, the other woman that dared her by going after her husband.What pained her the most was the caring eyes with which her husband stated at her with, vexing at her brother as he could not excuse himself to go confront him for his actions, lest calling attention to himself.She watched him, his reactions, his eyes, his expressions.He had never looked at her with those eyes, not even one, not even when she had given birth to Maya for him.He had always seen her as Genevieve, the wife that forced herself on him, and nothing more, nothing less.Not even as a woman worth desiring, the way men she had been with always did.The nights they had made out when her

The phone rang several times before Genevieve answered, her voice weary. "Theo, it’s late. Haven't you gone home yet? What do you want?"Theodore took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady. "Genevieve, why didn’t you ever do anything about Lucas? You knew he was cheating on you, and yet you did nothing. You knew that lowlife was cheating on you,yet you did nothing!! You didn't tell me!! You didn't let father know!!!."There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Finally, Genevieve spoke, her tone defensive. "It’s complicated, Theo. Marriage isn’t as black and white as you think. There are things you don’t understand.""Complicated?" Theodore's voice rose, his frustration boiling over. "What’s so complicated about standing up for your rights? You let him walk all over you, humiliate you! Even though he's a lowlife!!! Why didn’t you teach him a lesson?"Genevieve sighed deeply"Do you think I didn’t want to? Do you think I didn’t lie awake at night, thinking of ways to