NEW YORK CITY:To say Emma was furious would be an understatement, she was beyond furious, maddening even. What business did Gideon have dropping Judy home? Had he been with her most of the night? Why was he even with her at the first place? Emma didn’t know what to think of the pictures that were currently resting on her palms. She really didn’t want to think too much into it, Judy was her friend after all. But the picture were saying otherwise, the first one looked as though her husband and Judith were going to share a kiss, the second was of him pulling away. When Judith has gushed about how much she admired Gideon, Emma had only seen it as a compliment, she didn’t think she would actually think of trying to have something with him. She shuddered at the thought. Gideon could never do such a thing to her. But deep down inside her, she was having doubts. The door to the shower room flung opened and Gideon steeped out with only a white towel wrapped around his waist. On a different d
"Are you sure all the red ones I picked are exactly the ones you've stuck up there? " Judy asked the attendant of Prada’s lingering store who stood in front of the counter. The plump lady gave a half smile and said "Your partner sure loves red huh? " Judy giggled without a word. " It's obvious. Everything here is red. " the plump attendant added handing over the package to Judy who smiled and left the store. 'I can't wait to put it on for Gideon. ' she thought. 'He loves red, I'll give him red. ' she muttered to herself. "Come in. The door is open. " Judy replied after her door bell rang. It was few minutes past 10pm. She had just taken a bath and had a robe around her. "I've been expecting you. " she told her guest who crashed into her sofa. "I had a long day. At last I am here. " he replied after giving out a loud groan. "You know the comfort I derive from my hectic day? " he asked her and continued. "I get to drive her all day at her beg and call yet don't get tired. Those sparklin
Gideon hurried into his office leaving the key inside the door lock. He had woken up very late that morning. In fact, he even skipped breakfast which obviously made Emma mad that morning. 'He will make it up to her. ' he told himself. He had some business partners to meet that morning and he needed to get to the office that morning as soon as possible and get his papers ready. He even forgot to kiss Emma hat morning. Not even a peck on her cheek, forehead or neck. He always tells her she is his good luck charm and every morning kiss from her brightens his day especially when he had business meetings or deals to strike. Gideon had once blamed his wife after he lost a court case over the rights of one of his clubs last year. That time, they quarreled and weren't on speaking terms for the period of one week. She never went with him to the court. Throughout the hearing period of the case to the final verdict, Emma wouldn't talk to him and for a week he didn't give her the usual morning ki
"I wasn't even sure whether Gideon will make it or not yet I made his special butter cake. " Emma mother said. Emma stared at the beautiful cake placed on the kitchen table. "I am so sorry mother. I wanted Gideon to come but I guess duty calls. " Emma aid. "It's okay my child. He is a man after all. He has to work to pull resources. " her mother said. Emma gave a faint smile. Gideon can choose not to work for a full year and yet they'll feed and afford all the comfort they desire. He is rich after all. "Hope his schedule isn't so tight. " Emma’s mother said as if she read her daughter's mind. "Hope it doesn't interfere with his responsibilities and your personal life. " her mother said. "We are fine. " Emma lied. They weren't fine. In fact that morning, they had an argument before Emma left to her parent's place. Her mother had invited them earlier for a house warming party. Emma had told Gideon about it and she was disappointed when he revealed to her that morning that he had an em
Will stared at Emma’s phone screen in absolute shock, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing at the moment. His eyes darted back and forth from the screen to Emma’s face, once, twice, till he couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m going to kill that bastard” Will screamed, if not that everyone was in the backyard, he could have gained their attention. Will did want to kill Gideon but as he stared at Emma who had been in that same position since she saw the picture, he knew he had to be with her. She was in the pain all because of fucked up Gideon. Quite frankly, Will never liked him or his guts. There was something always off about him. Emma was still shaking from the shock. How could Gideon do such a thing to her? “Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God” Emma screamed, her hands reaching to her hair trying to pull it off from her scalp but Will’s hands shot to hers stopping her before she could do any damage and pulled her into a comforting hug. Emma wept frantically in his arms, she felt betraye
As Emma drove through Graig school route, she tried not to think about the scenario her mind had been haunting her with since last night. She was taking Ryan to his creche class. Last night, she placed a call to the driver to help her get few things she described after handing him the key to her bedroom. He brought her Ryans school uniform, a bag of Ryan's clothes and some stuffs she needed. The shock she got last night was unbearable and she was sure she could pass for a traumatized victim. She wouldn't pick Gideon's calls neither did she reply his text messages. She now hated him for all she knew. Gideon had created a vacuum in her heart last night and the ache resulted to the tears that never stopped flowing from her cheeks. She wept and vowed never to step foot in that mansion again. When she woke up that morning and decided to drive Ryan to school, her mother was shocked because she had expected Emma to be secluded and probably hopeless. However, she knew how determined her chi
The little kids gathered at the playground playing with the swings and the sand. One kid, in particular, stood away from the park not interested in playing with his classmates. All he wanted was his Dada which up till now was nowhere in sight. Ten minutes passed and still no sign, the playground was becoming vacant. Mrs Shaw came out from the school building and was more than surprised to find the little kid whose mother took nothing less than two minutes to pick him up from school standing close the park with tears in his eyes. She decided to walk over to him. “Hey little one, where is your mother?” the little kid looked up at her with sad eyes and said “dada”. Mrs Shaw was confused, it was usually his mother who picked him up from school, so why was he saying “dada”. She hoped in her heart that his mother was okay Mrs Shaw picked up her phone from her purse and dialed Emma’s number but it went straight to voice mail she tried again three more times but it was the same reply. She be
The 9th of June. Two weeks after the death of Ryan. Emma stood in-front of the open window releasing her hand out to the cold breeze that brushed her tender skin. She shut her eyes trying to derive comfort from the overbearing heat that was burning her up from the inside that morning. It would have been Ryan's birthday today. He would have turned three today. Emma quickly cleaned the tears streaming down her cheeks with her left palm. She must be strong. She said. She had vowed to be strong even though the last two weeks had been the most difficult stage of her life. Her days became darker and she blamed fate for being unfair. She was dealing with the fact that she had been cheated by a husband and death snatched her son afterwards. It was almost as if hell was unleashed on her. As she stood by the open window, she imagined how Ryan would look in the next seven years, who would have been a big kid? Would he had been the chubby lively kid she knew? She thought. Would his dark hair st