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
Emma adjusted her black facing cap as she dragged her luggage behind. She never thought the casual outfit she was wearing could be this comfortable. After having Ryan three years ago, her body size increased and she often felt wide. She almost hated her body but later appreciated it as one of the gifts that come with motherhood. She hasn't gone back to her former shape since then. Her fitting clothes became uncomfortable and her tummy would bulge out of a dress. The brown sport trousers and large black sweater she now wore made her feel light. Her body felt relaxed and all she had to do was carry it along. She doesn't have to struggle to feel comfortable after all she thought. The last time she was in an airport was about a year ago when she, Gideon and little Ryan went to Brazil for a family vocation. The vocation was quite eventful as they had fun and enjoyed it as a one big happy family. She had loved Brazil since then. Even though Gideon had promised to take them on internationa
It was exactly 7pm and Gideon Romero held the glass of whisky firmly against his palms. If only he could have held unto his family as firm as this, then maybe they would still be together. Ryan wouldn’t be dead, Emma wouldn’t have left and Gideon wouldn't look like shit. He honestly didn’t care how he looked at this a point. All he cared about was how many bottles of whisky he could drink to forget. He was on his second bottle and it was working hours. It’s the good thing he owned the company. He had specifically told Judy not to allow any visitors into his office, absolutely no one. He wanted to drink till he passed out. He was about pouring more whisky into his already empty glass when the door to his office opened. “I thought I told Judy no one was allowed innnnnn” Gideon slurred, his eyes fixed on the glass cup. “I’m not classified as anyone man,I’m your best friendddd” Roderick said mimicking Gideon. He was here for a reason. He had to get his best friend back, he was sick and