FLORA's POV
My eyes widened in shock!, my body trembling and paralyzed with fear!!!. “How did this happen, Micheal?!” I questioned loudly holding the duvet to my chest tightly “Don't look so surprised baby, it's me. Your one and only Michael. I know you must have missed me a lot, right", he said, giving me a wicked grin I couldn't look him in the eyes because I felt so ashamed of myself. "You were so fierce last night baby. You kept asking for me again and again, and I couldn't resist not granting your request", he said, chucking like a devil that he is “Why did you do this to me, Micheal?” I questioned with a teary voice. I had to hold myself before I gave in to the tears wailing in my eyes. I shouldn't be here. I stood up from the bed, using the duvet to cover myself. In a rush, I bent down to pick up my clothes and left the room to the bathroom "Hey, listen to me. Where are you going?", I heard Michael's voice from behind me, shouting like a fool that he is After five minutes, I came out from the bathroom still confused and unable to comprehend what had happened. Michael was still sitting on the bed with his phone. It seems like he was waiting for me "Listen to me Michael, whatever happened between us was a mistake, and you know that. So please stay away from me", I told him. "I only love Stanley, and I'm getting married to him soon, so please do not come to disrupt my joy," I said, my voice laced with strict warning. “You are nothing but my ex and my past” Immediately I turned and moved towards the exit door after I had spoken my mind. Without hesitation, I slammed the door shut behind me not minding any response he must have given or wanted to give **** FLORA's APARTMENT Consumed by regrets as I tried to replay the events of last night in my head. How could I have been so reckless to the point that I actually slept with Micheal, my toxic ex two days before my wedding? Have always claimed to hate cheaters, but unfortunately, I turned out to be one. Hot tears gently roll down my cheeks as I think about Stanley, the man who has always stood beside me, and loved and cared for me dearly. All have done now is repay his trust with betrayal I can’t forgive myself. My body trembling with despair and fear, the fear of losing the one person who truly mattered to me My fingers clutched at the bed sheets and my tears soaked into the pillow I used to cover my face How do I face Stanley? It's two days to our wedding, and I went ahead to sleep with my idiotic ex-boyfriend. Will this be the end of my happy journey with Stanley? I thought as I sat lonely at the edge of my bed 'How about you tell him the truth?', a little voice in my head suggested That isn’t a good idea and it can lead to the end of this relationship. But it is also better to tell him myself than for him to hear about it outside but will he ever forgive me? All these thoughts kept roaming in my head until it was interrupted by the ringing of my phone. It's Stanley calling!. Once more, all the guilt I felt started coming back. I couldn’t believe that a call from Stanley that always makes me happy would ever leave me feeling nervous and scared. What do I do? I shouldn't have gone to that bar. Once again, SKYLINE BAR has given me another reason to hate my existence. I really hope Stanley forgives me this time around. But, what if he doesn't? I was totally confused I summoned the courage to tell him I decided to pick up Stanley's call, having made up my mind to let him know of the tragic incident. I'd plead for his forgiveness, and if he decided that he wouldn't continue with the wedding, then I'd respect his decision and pay for my reckless action. "H-hello", I stuttered, my voice shaking "Hmm, hello. Seems like you forgot you had a fiancé right?", he said, his voice laced with teasing I felt even more guilty because he was actually right. We haven't spoken since yesterday, because I was busy getting screwed by my toxic ex-boyfriend. Oh God!!!!! Way to go Flora!! What's with your talks about hating cheaters??!! "I'm very sorry darling", I told him my voice was barely audible enough to be heard. "Are you okay, my love?" he asked his voice firm and laced with concern. I'm very sure he isn't convinced that I'm okay because my voice might sound otherwise "Hmm, I want to discuss something with you", I told him, feeling very guilty My heart was beating so fast that I thought it was going to explode "Okay, love. I'll come over to your place then. But, hope you're feeling okay. Nothing is wrong with you right?", he asked, his voice laced with worry This only made me feel more guilty. How did I end up with someone this good and still cheat on him? I thought I held myself back from crying because Stanley did not deserve what I was about to tell him "Yes baby, I'm fine. Please just be quick. Get here soon", I told him and hung up the call before I could even hear his response Hot tears ran down my cheeks as I held my gown tightly with my slender arm. I really messed up, and because of this silly mistake of mine, I might lose Stanley forever I was still weeping, when I noticed that my phone was vibrating and I looked to see who the caller was, thinking it was Stanley, but it was Jessica "Hello Lora!", she said with a worried voice. "How're you, my love? Hope you're fine. I've been calling you since yesterday but,..." "I cheated on Stanley with my ex, Michael", I interrupted her, my voice sounding teary "What??. Oh my God", she exclaimed. "How did it happen? When exactly?". I knew she could not also believe it from the way she responded, of all the people that I could have made this grave mistake with, why must it be Micheal? With the little strength left in me, hesitantly, I explained everything I knew and could remember to her. "Ohhh Lora baby, please stop crying. It’s not your fault. I'm very sure Stanley would understand", she tried to comfort me But, I'd say that it's not working. I still feel guilty for everything. I shouldn’t have gotten drunk, I shouldn’t have gone to SKYLINE BAR. I’m so stupid!!!!!! "Stanley doesn't deserve what I did to him, I shouldn't have done that to him", I said, with tears in my eyes "Yeah, I know baby. I'll come see you later in the evening. Okay?", she said, her voice tinged with worry "Okay Jess, I'll be waiting", I told her, sniffing and wiping a little tear from my eye "So, what's the plan? Do you want to inform him?", she asked, her voice sounding worried "Of course, I have to. He needs to know the kind of person he was getting married to. It’s better I told him than for him to hear about it elsewhere", I told her, feeling bad about myself "Okay dear, if that's what you've decided, then it's fine. I'd support you. I believe everything will be alright", she said trying to comfort and give confidence even though I wasn’t "Thank you baby", I appreciated her support Our discussion was interrupted when I heard my doorbell sound "Hmm Jess, I think Stanley is here. We'll talk later", I informed her "Okay, Lora. You can do it. Take care", she said, and hang up the call I walked to the door to open it. Normally, I'd feel so elated to open the door for Stanley, but now I seem to be walking very slowly to the door. My heart was beating very fast with each sound of the doorbell I heard. I wonder how he'd react to this bombshell I'm about to drop. I breathed in and out and summoned the courage to open the door. I opened the door slowly and standing right in front of me was Stanley and Micheal again!ANONYMOUS POV The room reeked of stale cigar smoke and cheap whiskey, a scent so thick it seemed to cling to the air. My preference and I love the way the room is dark, with little light not daring to penetrate the drawn, heavy velvet curtains. It wasn’t just a comfort room but a lair. “Senator Jones, glad I caught you,” my voice crackled through the phone, a hint of a smile in my tone. “Just a quick, shall we say, ‘friendly’ check-in regarding our mutual… understanding.” I heard Senator Jones sigh, a sound that conveyed a deep exhaustion. “And to what do I owe the pleasure of this unscheduled discussion?” “Oh, you know, just making sure all loose ends are tied up” I chirped. “That little incident with Stanley’s mother. Nasty operation. Especially with Chloe involved.” “Chloe acted under constraints,” Senator Jones interjected, a defensive edge to his voice. “She was threatened, you know that.” “Of course, of course,” my voice soothed, though it had no real empathy. “And we wou
STANLEY’S POV The scent of the expensive leather of my Rolls-Royce and the distant thrum of the engine was usually a balm and a familiar comfort that signified my daily retreat from the different chaos of the world to the sanctuary of my family mansion. Well, not today. Each turn of the wheel, and the realization that we were almost home, only amplified the frantic drumming of my heart. “Poisoned” The word kept echoing in my mind, sharp and cold Ma. The wedding. My wedding was supposed to be a happy one for me but it was twisted into a gruesome stage for my mother's murder. And Chloe. My sister, my only remaining blood relative. She was with mother all night, tending to her. A cherished daughter and a loyal sister. Or a cold-blooded killer? This accusation felt like sacrilege and a betrayal of the bond we’ve had with our mother. But the autopsy, undeniable and indisputable facts screamed a different truth. The driver pulled up to the grand entrance of the mansion, the securit
STANLEY’S POV It had been a long time since I returned to work. The familiar sterile scent of disinfectant lingered in the air, barely masking the faint aroma of old paper in my office.As I looked through some paperwork, my secretary entered after a gentle knock on the door accompanied by Officer Collins.That was unexpected. We hadn’t scheduled a meeting, and there was no prior notice.I gave my secretary a subtle nod, and she quietly exited, closing the door behind her. I gestured for Officer Collins to take a seat.Sunlight filtered weakly through the grimy window, casting long, uneven shadows across the floor. I had an eerie feeling that I knew why he was here. My eyes fixed to the framed photo of my late mother on the desk. I stared at it for a moment, then looked up with dread in my eyes.“Mr. Stanley,” Officer Collins began, his voice unusually gentle, lacking the usual formal edge of law enforcement. He carried a Manila folder, thick and ominous, clutched in his hand. “We
JESSICA’S POV “Stanley, you are back,” I said, my voice tight, the moment he walked through the door without a greeting. The scent of stale police station coffee still clung to him, a bitter shroud. His usual confident stride replaced by a weary shuffle, his face was etched with exhaustion. “Yeah, I’m back” he mumbled sluggishly, dropping his phone onto the small table by the sofa. He didn’t look at me.“And?” I pressed, my arms instinctively crossing over my chest. “Tell me you didn’t just let her walk away, Stanley.” “First of all, how did you even know she was released?” he questioned, a hint of curiosity in his weary tone. “Someone there informed me” I defended, dismissing his question with a wave of my hand. “That’s not the main thing! How could you, Stanley, the woman responsible for the death of your beloved mother, be released like that, and you, her son, couldn't do anything?” I barked, my voice began to rise, cracking with anger. He shot up from the sofa, his voice no
FLORA’S POV Accompanied to the living room by my personal guard, I met my mom seated on one of the sofas. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes spoke volumes. I knew she wouldn’t let go of me if I don’t explain everything that happened to her “Where have you been since last night, Flora” her voice finally cut through the deafening silence in the room I pretended like I didn’t hear what she just said and walked over to Aurora, gently picked her up in her little crib. I patted her softly, clinging to her as both comfort and excuse to ignore my mum's question. But before I could escape to my room, she stood right in front of me, our eyes locked in. There was no way around her this time. No escape route. No excuse. The only way out is to tell her the truth. “I just saw a news report on the television now claiming that you were detained for the death of Stanley’s mother” Her voice cracked. “Do you know how worried sick I have been?” “Relax mom. I’m fine. Just… calm down, plea
STANLEY’S POV The police station was dimly lit, with a sense of urgency in the air. I sat across Officer Collins answering questions about the investigation of the death of my mum “Are you certain the scarf we obtained belongs to Flora?” I nodded “Yes, I’m positive. I’ve known Flora for years. That scarf is hers.” Officer Collins made a note on his pad. “We’ll look into it, Mr Stanley. But can you tell me more about your relationship with Flora” Hesitantly and unsure of how much to reveal “We used to be couples before. A legal one but things ended badly between us and we had to divorce each other” “I’ve moved on, but I guess she hasn’t” I lied “And if I may ask, what was the reason for the divorce” Officer Collins asked “The divorce was due to the pressure from the press, the stakeholders at my company, and my family as regards the paternity of our child. Aurora” I sighed Officer Collins's eyes narrowed “Well, we will definitely consider that in our investigation” After we s