All Chapters of The Stand In Wife's Revenge : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The sight of everything I had constructed was a dull sight tonight as I entered the mansion through the enormous front door. Every detail including the marble floors, the chandeliers and the high ceilings served as a reminder of both my accomplishments and how empty everything now felt.As I passed I hardly noticed the dozen maids in uniform standing in perfect formation with their heads bowed in greeting. They waited in silence for recognition but I had nothing to offer.Not tonight.I was thinking about something else. Ava's mystery, the day's events and the weight of everything looming over me dominated my thoughts. As my life seemed to be falling apart I was unable to concentrate on the little details of my mansion. I lacked the strength for formalities and the likes as I went up the grand staircase, my footsteps echoing in the silence of the mansion.After Fiona's unconsciousness, the mansion had become eerily quiet once again. The same silence that had given this place a tomb-l

I froze.I heard the voice, so recognizable yet so distant. It sounded cool and easy as though he had absolutely no worries to speak of when he said my name. He appeared to have known me for quite a long time. I went to search for himself and felt a chill creep down my spine. Alex. Resting up against a smooth dim vehicle across the road he radiated a calm certainty that made him unmissable. He oozed with confidence and his fitted suit fit him like it was specially designed. I felt defenseless and uncooked by the manner in which he looked at me as though he knew it all yet nothing by any means. His eyes met mine and the edges of his lips turned into a smirk. He stood upright and moved toward me with quiet estimated advances. I felt like I needed to run or move away as I felt something about him that was uncanny."Ava." he called out again in a low, smooth voice. "You are out. I figured you would leave soon yet I didn't expect it would be so quickly. How are you?"Attempting to keep

At the time when Alex was gone, I went into the room. I remained there thinking about everything briefly after the door clicked shut behind me.Everything seemed to be calmly lightened by the delicate light coming in through the windows and the bed was so large and rich that it nearly appeared to be stunning.As I strolled across the room, I stopped sharply. I momentarily had the feeling that I was entering the life and story of another person. I didn't intend to live this way. I wasn't in need of spaces that cried honor and abundance like this one.But then I was right here. Out of nature I put my hand on my stomach and felt the little kick that had turned into a persistent sign of what my life had become. My child .Up to this point I had the opportunity to give it my full thought. It had appeared as though a bit of hindsight in the surge of things covered underneath all the other things I was thinking of.Anyway I became mindful of the fact that it was a piece of me — part of my ne

I couldn't help thinking that I had been pulled from a fantasy when I snapped back to the real world and felt my body lift off the bed.My heart started to race, and the dream I had woke up from stayed shady and divided as it had been.The delicate ticking of a clock on the wall was the only sound in the quiet room.With the delicateness of the sheets touching my skin, I rested up against the headboard and exhaled .I felt different now than with how I felt when I was so worn out before.My voice was heavy from sleep as I asked, "Who is it?"A trolley loaded up with various dishes was moved in by two maids as the door squeaked open. They carried it into the room with a cordial smile.The aroma of newly prepared bread, simmered meats, and something sweet filled my nose, making my stomach rumble. Before I got an opportunity to think, my stomach began to thunder uproariously as craving held onto me more furiously than before.One of the maids set the trolley next to the bed, her hair conve

I walked into my room and shut the doorleaving a reverberating sound in the emptyspace. My chest ached with a familiar gnawingpain and my hands felt clammy.I made an effort to ignore it and concentrate onmy tasks but the weight of everything wasbeginning to overwhelm me.With my weight, the mattress dipped under meas I sat down heavily on the bed. Even thoughthe room was dark and the walls were coveredin shadows it made no difference.It seemed as though the darkness had longsince it infiltrated my being. I stared up at theceiling while leaning back against theheadboard. It was clear to me that I should beworking, planning and doing anything thatwould help me save my fortune.Rather I simply sat there and allowed thesilence to linger while my thoughts took over.The phone buzzed on the nightstand, itspiercing ring like a knife cutting through thesilence.With a knot in my stomach I hesitated beforereaching for it. It was from the doctor. My wife'sdoctor. I got up an