Novels by Oyeinmiebi Opuene

Chapter FiveSophie Clarke•••“I’m sorry, who are you?” I asked, glaring at him. With a smirk on his face, he replied, “Let’s get out of here, so I can properly introduce myself. And you know you owe me a drink.” I stood still, trying to process what was going on. At that time all I could think of was my husband who was probably apologizing to his ex for my behavior. “Just trust me, okay?” He said, lending his hand to mine. I reached out for his hand, hoping I was making the right choice by agreeing to follow him wherever he planned to take me. “Sure, but where are we going?” I asked, trying to steady my voice. I turned around for a moment, trying to see if Alexander was coming after me at least. “I said trust me.” He said with a light chuckle as he held my hand and let me out of the bar area and over to the parking lot. Outside, the night air was cool, and drizzles of rain fell softly but all I could hear was my sobs. My eyes were still swollen and red. A black SUV arrived a

Chapter FourSophie Clarke•••I had been staring at the wall and crying for minutes after I got off the phone with Samuel. My chest hurt badly and I kept on contemplating whether I should actually go over to the location Samuel had sent to me. After a few minutes, I forced myself up, wiped my face, and went straight to the closet. I picked out an outfit and got dressed. It wasn’t anything too serious. It was just low-rise jeans and a black tank top. I wore a cardigan over it and tied my hair up in a messy bun. After that, I searched for the car keys but I couldn’t find them. It was weird because Alexander usually kept one of his cars for me to use. He must have changed the location of the keys or something. But I didn’t let that bother me. I just picked up my phone and ordered a ride. After a few minutes, the cab arrived. As soon as we drove out of the house, it began to rain. As I stared outside lost in thought, soft droplets tapped against the car window. It was as if the wo

Chapter ThreeAlexander Cole•••I drove over to the hotel with anticipation, the cool evening breeze brushing against my face through the open window. When I arrived at the hotel, I headed straight to the bar where she waited for me. I froze for a moment when I saw her sitting by the bar with that familiar, effortless smile that once made me lose control of my emotions and fall for her. Leila, my ex-fiancée, the woman I once thought I’d spend forever with. She stood when she saw me, her perfume already filling the air. “You came,” she said softly as she hugged me, as if she wasn’t sure I’d come. We had met each other the previous night, but it was just for a few minutes. We didn’t really get to talk. I already knew she was coming back to New York though. We had been texting for a while. I took a seat beside her as I responded, “Yeah, of course. I wouldn’t miss this for anything.” The waiter came by, and before I could say anything she ordered for both of us, like she always d

Chapter TwoSophie Clarke •••The sound of the door slamming still echoed in my ears long after he was gone. I stayed on the floor, my knees weak. My eyes burned from the tears. I didn’t think I’d stop crying but I did, eventually. I just sat still, the papers were still there, soaked with my tears, unsigned. I reached for my phone with a shaky hand to dial the number of the only person I could think of, my best friend. “Amanda,” I whispered as she answered the phone. “He’s gone, he handed me divorce papers.”There was a pause on the other end of the line. I could tell she was shocked by what I had just said. “Sophie, what is going on?” She asked curiously. When I was done explaining everything to her, she continued. “Please don’t stay there, come to my place. You shouldn’t be alone right now. If you want me to come get you, I surely will.”My throat tightened as I blinked fast, refusing to let the tears win. “I can’t, Amanda. He’ll come back, he just needs time,” I said with so

Chapter One Sophie Clarke•••I paced around the living room, glancing at the wall clock as the seconds dragged by. My husband wasn’t back home yet. He knew it was our anniversary but didn’t even say anything about it throughout the day. I was waiting for him to come back home and join me for dinner. I picked up my phone, tempted to call him but I knew it wasn’t going to make any difference because I had called him a million times already. He didn’t respond to any of the calls. Alexander already made it clear he wasn’t and will never be in love with me. But I was delusional enough to think that he would make an exception since it was our third anniversary. Out of frustration, I called out our maid to refrigerate the food. “Yes ma,” she responded as she rushed to the dining room. I sat on the chair with a sad face, watching as he packed up the food I had spent my entire day preparing just to make him happy. It was half past ten already. I checked my phone again but no mess