~ MeganI was at a loss for words; no matter how rude Mr. Walter was, he never called me names, much less in the presence of my colleagues. I clenched my teeth, swallowing the shame that was swarming within me.“Mr. Walter, I—”“You what?” He cut me off. “You manipulated those girls into confessing something that was not true, and now I have to pay for the consequences of your unprofessionalism? I knew I made a mistake hiring a person like you; you would do anything for a story.”Unprofessionalism? Did the man who had been making my life a living hell because I refused to be his mistress just call me unprofessional? No, that was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.“Excuse me, Mr. Walter, I won’t let you stand there and call me names for something that wasn’t my fault,” I said, stepping forward to look the man in his wrinkled eyes. “I have all the evidence that proves my story true. I don’t know why you were sued, but it has nothing to do with me.”Mr. Walter laughed mockingly,
~ Charles“I asked you a question, Mr. Walter, and you have yet to answer,” I said, peering into the eyes of the sweating middle-aged man. “What are you suing my wife for?”Once again, the man erupted into a spluttering fit, further intensifying my annoyance. Time was of the essence, and he was squandering it.“Your wife falsified information that we published to the public… That’s the basis for our lawsuit,” the man finally stammered. He looked as though he was on the verge of a heart attack, and even though I knew it was because of me, I remained indifferent.“That’s a blatant lie,” Megan fired back, and I gently squeezed her hand to halt her.“Don’t speak, love. Let me handle this,” I told her sweetly.Her brows twitched, and I almost chuckled. I knew she was taken aback by my tone, but if we were to be a couple for my father and the public, we might as well play the part perfectly.I shot a glare at Mr. Walter, continuing the charade. “Alright. Sue my wife for that, but we will be
~ CharlesMegan gave a complicated look but didn’t reply. I wanted to force out the answer, but from the vein popping on her forehead, I could tell she was stressed.She looked out the window and mumbled a dry, “You can do whatever you want, I don’t care.”I didn’t want to continue taunting her since she seemed to have a lot on her plate. But why did I care? She could pass out from stress for all I care… But it wouldn’t sit well with my father, so I had to avoid that as much as possible. Yes, I was making excuses, and I hated that.It wasn't long before the news spread on the internet that Megan and I were married. Just like me, she wasn’t excited. On the flip side, she began to get endless calls from different organizations that wanted her to work with them.It was obvious that It was because of Megan’s association with me, but she surprisingly rejected them all and stayed home for a couple of days without going out. I didn’t know her reasons, and I didn’t care enough to ask.One eve
I stood there, looking at Charles with a mixture of disappointment and irritation. His blank expression only fueled my frustration.“What date?” he repeated, genuine confusion written on his face.I pinched between my brows and took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure. “What the heck is with you, Charles? You were the one who told me about the event, yet you forgot it quicker than you forget the names of your lovers.”His eyes widened In realization, but instead of the expected apology, he let out an awkward chuckle. “Oh right. I must have lost track of time.”My patience was wearing thin. “Lost track of time? How could you forget after making such a big deal of it?”Charles scratched the back of his head, avoiding eye contact. “Look, Megan, I just lost track of time. You don’t have to make a big deal out of it. It’s not like you’re my real wife or something.”I felt a surge of anger bubbling within me, but I took another deep breath to compose myself. This guy was truly an as
~ MeganThe woman’s confident demeanor faltered for a moment as I took the handkerchief from Charles. I couldn’t believe he was playing along with this charade, but I decided to use it to my advantage.“Sure,” I said, putting on a sweet smile. I deliberately leaned in, not just wiping the supposed thing on Charles’ cheek but making sure the handkerchief grazed his lips.The woman's eyes widened, and her forced smile transformed into an awkward one. I could see the realization dawning on her that she misjudged the situation. Something told me that she knew who I was to Charles but wanted to be disrespectful to me.I pulled away, handing Charles back his white handkerchief that had a red lipstick stain on it. Rather than putting it back in his pocket, he placed it in the tray of a passing usher.He then pulled me closer, creating an intimate atmosphere between us and an uncomfortable one for the intruder.“You asked for the name of my new assistant, right? Well, I don’t have one, but t
~ MeganI maintained my composure, meeting Andrea’s gaze with a steady one. “Well, Andrea,” I began, emphasizing her name, “I believe Charles and I understand each other, and we’re committed to making our marriage work.”Andrea raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with my diplomatic response. “But Megan, it is a fact that Charles is quite the charmer. I can assure you that he has been with almost all the upper-class women in Florida, with you being the lowest of us all. How will you handle the constant attention he gets from other women?”I scoffed internally. Her mask was finally cracking, and my hunch was becoming a reality. Seizing the opportunity, I pressed on, “You seem to know a lot about my husband; don’t tell me you were also among the women he used and dumped?”The other women exchanged glances, seemingly agitated by something. They tried to calm Andrea, but she snapped her hands out of their grasp, her mask completely shattered.“Used is quite a strong word, Megan,” she
~CharlesI stopped when I saw who was talking to Megan, my heart pounding loudly in my chest. It was Janette , the woman I wanted to forget forever. Why was she here? And why the heck was she talking to Megan?I approached them, my face cold. “What are you doing here, Janette ?”The venomous snake turned to me with a smile and tried to hug me, but I stepped back, hardening my frown. “I won’t ask again, Janette ,” I said between my teeth. The veins in my head were already throbbing.Janette looked around in fake concern, then she leaned closer, whispering loudly. “I don’t think we should be talking here; others might hear.”I clenched my fists, but I couldn’t deny that she was right; soon all the other board members would be coming in, and everyone knew me with Janette .Grounding my jaws, I turned back after telling Janette , “Come with me.”Megan made a move to follow, but I stopped her. “Mind your business, Megan; I can handle this.”I left her there speechless. I didn’t see the nee
~ Charles“Look, I don’t want to talk about it, so if you would excuse me, I have work to do,” Megan shunned me before she could continue, but her demeanor changed.“The world doesn’t revolve around you, Charles; I am here to talk about my position,” Megan answered sharply, but I could see something flicker in her eyes. She was lying, but since she wanted to play dumb, I wouldn’t stop her.“Alright. Sit and make it quick,” I responded, gesturing at the chair before my desk.For the rest of the day after that meeting, we didn’t meet again until it was time to go home. Megan tried to make conversation with me, but I wasn’t in the mood, so I ignored her until she finally got the message.A couple of days later, I got a message from my father, reminding me of the weekend getaway he planned for me and Megan. I couldn’t win the argument against the idea, so I decided to make it flexible.I was still not in the right state of mind to have any conversation with Megan, and I knew being alone w