Francis walked towards the exit of his living room. He was utterly lost. Whoever it was making those loud and thudding noises at his gate. Esmeralda paused as well. She could tell something was wrong and off. Francis was in front of his exit, the exact place his workers had said that he didn't reach whenever he was in his robe and not dressed. Francis was reported to be a man of his word, so if he had fallen his own words, something was definitely up. "You can come back in if you are scared. I'll take you home later if you want" he said to her. Esmeralda smirked and stepped right inside her car. She had just come back from the dead. What was there fore her to be fearful of?Besides, he was the last person she would take help from. Who knew whether he was being cheeky with her with what he had said or trying to look for ways to irritate her again. He just seemed like one. A playboy A flirt. How could she have thought to use that man to teach her husband a lesson from the onst
"Was I wrong about him and what had happened last night?" Came Esmeralda's question to herself. Unlike what she believed about Francis undressing her he previous night and having his way with her, it appeared that it was one of his female workers that had some so. And not for the reason she had dreaded it being. She managed to mutter a "thank you ma'am" to the lady before she dragged her legs and continued walking towards the exit of the living room. Her hand went to cover her mouth as she felt embarrassed beyond calming. Flashbacks came from all angles. The slap, destroying his breakfast and even calling him a pervert. He had been right to demand an appreciation from her for saving her the previous night. If not for him, if another stranger had picked her up, then what she just found out to be a lie would have in fact happened to her. Or far more worse. She contemplated turning back to apologize to Francis. Her behavior had been uncalled for. And her words had been filed with
Back in the bathroom, Esmeralda could not recall anything that had happened the previous night no matter how hard she tried to. She fainted in the bar, yes, but apart from that, there was nothing else she could recall. Nothing peculiar. Not even of the pervert undressing her or having his way with her while she was drunk. Perhaps that was because he drugged her? Perhaps after she had fainted or before she did. It wouldn't be hard for a man of his caliber to get his wishes done. And for even a meagre sum of money, the bartender wouldn't mind adding drugs to the vodka he had sold to her. "But be honest Esmeralda, wasn't that the reason why you came here?" An inner voice told her. "Why I came here?" She repeated. She didn't come there for that. She just came to see Francis. No, not exactly to see him because there was no use of seeing someone who didn't know her. But on the contrary, he had called her by her name which meant that he knew whom she was. Perhaps, or perhaps not. A
Francis stared at Esmeralda from the window he sat close to. She was sound asleep and didn't sob in her sleep like she did earlier anymore. Her nose had become free too, he had applied a balm on her nostrils the previous night due to how hard she struggled with breathing due to mucous. He couldn't believe that she was finally close to him. So close by and in his bed. He had anticipated her arrival at the bar the previous day. It was the only plausible place he could think of her coming to find him in. Following what had happened. And even though he wasn't sure of her arrival, he still waited behind and in the end, his patience had paid off when she arrived few minutes later after he did. He quickly faced the windows view of the city when he noticed her turning in the bed. He couldn't afford selling himself out of of she noticing that he had been staring at her ever since. Esmeralda writhed in the bed. Her eyes were still groggy from all she drank the previous night. She wonder
The bar reeked of all manners of alcohol and fermented ethanol. Not like Esmeralda was expecting another thing. But she felt livid being here not out of her own violation but in a bid to prove something to someone whom while in her normal senses, she would have avoided. "What should I get for you ma'am?" A voice questioned as she settled herself into one of the chairs in front of the bartenders corner. "Oh me?" She muttered comely, unsure of what to order. She hadn't been to a bar before and neither had she taken alcohol. This environment all felt new to her. "We have Vodka, we have Italian fine wines, Champagne is available as well ma'am . We have different varieties of all fine drinks in the country, just make your order and I'll get one for you""Which one is the people's favorite?" She interjected his speech. She wasn't going to be naive and dumb at the same time. Since she didn't know what to order, she found it better to request for what others took. She couldn't risk bein
"Mom! What's happening?" Jared turned towards his mother and muttered , still unable to believe what was unfolding before him. Perhaps he was seeing wrong or better still having an itchy ear to have heard that from Esmeralda. Esmeralda of all people. The fact that it was from her was what made it weirder. She didn't even care to explain herself to them despite seeing the confusion written all over their faces. But she didn't care. Not even a bit. Wasn't he the one who had brought in a little girl the other day? Introducing her to his wife as his child and newest addition to their family. What audacity!! What manner of a man was he who never realized right from wrong when it came to him but quick to notice when others around him were in err. She shaked her head. She wasn't in the mood to brood over her past. Or rather her future or what would remain of it if she didn't act now. This was her time to correct them before she would find herself in the situation that had sent her her
Esmeralda's mother-in-law wore a some what desperate look but didn't know how best to approach her with the topic she wanted discussing with her. "Esmeralda dear, don't mind my son. You know men and how stressed they can get after a hectic day at work"" It's just an illegitimate child. It's not as if he's divorcing you. My son might have other women and children outside but he always comes home to you. Those women are just for the streets and for him to frolick with. You are his home and he will always return to you"" Don't tell me you're having a reconsideration about your union with my son? He loves you alot to always return home to you everyday. Most women crave that, the presence of their husbands. Are you going to throw that away while hoping that there'd be greener grasses at another side?"Several conversations popped up the old lady's head but she didn't know which one to start a conversation with nor now Esmeralda would react to whichever she decided to begin with. Was sh
"My brother has returned. Now let's watch and see if you'd still act with such inpunity before him" Yvette whispered to her mockingly with an air of confidence and this made Esmeralda's heart to break. How was it possible that she had lived years with these people and their disregards for her without her feeling suffocated in anyway? How was it possible she had slaved all her lives away for them yet still they didn't even value her and at such a time as this. She had lost a child and the very next day her husband had brought home his second child from infidelity and she had accepted the child without questioning, she had accepted anything and everything from her husband because she had been scared of him leaving her, she had been so tolerating and accommodating and this had caused her death. But well, this was her second chance at life. She wasn't going to throw it away. "Who is that and where do you think you two are going?" Esmeralda fired the second Jared closed the door behind h
Esmeralda woke up to the beeping noise of the alarm clock by the stand of her bedroom. It was as if she had been awoken by something else, supernatural, or more likely because the alarm clock hadn't been what jolted her off sleep. She groggily opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. She could see no clouds like the classics said heaven was to be covered in. Or perhaps she hadn't made it to heaven? Her mind wandered to the reasons that might have caused it. She was a submissive wife and an obedient daughter-in-law and had lived her days slaving for others, others who had caused her death. Shouldn't that have at least made her fit to be amongst those headed for the heavens instead of the dimly lit room sje wqa on that looked like a temporal housing to souls headed for hell. "She should be alright after a day or two. And she needs to rest during that time too ma'am"She heard a voice outside mutter with all concern. It didn't sound devilish and had been laced with concern and