As much as I tried to keep my heart at ease through the ride, it never yielded any positive result. I was going back to my former house, but was having a different feud of emotions and feelings bottled inside of me. I wasn't sure what I was thinking about, but I was more than determined to give it a try. I wanted to at least see if the place had been rented out, or perhaps it was still there, just desolate. “Mr. Walter, you can take the right turn, then head straight sir.” I directed, as the car continued moving. The road wasn't so good, as the car kept bumping in and out of potholes. Much for living a little far from the city side. I stared out of the window, as memories flashes in. Countless times, I had trekked a long distance from home to save money for transport to school. I would always end up getting tired when I get back to school. Just one night and my life suddenly changed. A night of secrets and lies. And a night of new beginnings. I must confess, I still find it dif
Dressed in ruffled lavender long down with heels, alongside Ryan who wore a slightly gray slim fit suit and brown Tomasso Italian leather shoes, we both made our entrance. With our arms entwined, we walked into the hall bustling with many people including businessmen and women all over the United States, and probably beyond. Nervousness clouded my innermost and I could only count numbers inwardly to ease the tension already building up in me. This was my first social gathering, especially with Ryan and almost in no time we were able to draw the attention of others. We began making our way to an empty table, as a familiar fellow walked up to us. None other than Eva. She hugged me, causing my arms to slip off from Ryan's. I noticed him groan, as Eva simply rolled her eyes. “I thought you would never come. Guess my brother really meant it.” Eva teased, as slow music began playing in the background. “What brings you here, sister?” Ryan's voice prompted the both of us to stare at h
Almost every woman's dream is to get married to the man they love and desire. The love that radiates between them were the stepping stones to a brighter future together. Standing in front of Ryan made me realize just how fortunate it was to be getting married to him. Not that I was in love with him, but there seemed to be a blurry connection between us. He was not only handsome, but had notable qualities. Even when he looked or acted confused, he still cared in his own way. The past two months had been clumsy between us. Disagreements, laughter, agreement, hugging and a few kisses. My face flushed instantly at the thought of that. Ryan's warm hand trying to lift my left hand made me realize he was about to put a ring down there, as I stretched my hand forward. He gently slid in. “You guys should kiss.” Someone said from the audience. I definitely knew it was none other than Eva. Ryan and I stared at each other as he inched his face closer and our nose met before he took my lip
ARIEL POV Every step we took toward the garden reminded me of many things. It was my final night here. It was time to start thinking of being a married young lady. Furthermore, it was a dream I never expected to come through this year. The night was quiet except for the croaking of frogs. But still, it was peaceful. The neon lights in the garden were something I always looked forward to when I visited the garden here. It was a beautiful sight. We finally sat on wooden chairs, as we faced each other, thereby putting a pause to my thoughts. “Ariel. How do you feel today?” Mum's question was enough to make me imagine how my day went by. I put on a smile. “I felt good. Even though it was an arranged marriage, It didn't feel forced. I am glad to marry someone like Ryan. I hope our marriage works out.” I wasn't sure what led to those answers I gave, but it was simply the truth. Getting married is a relief for me, at least for now. The smile on mum's face brightened. She adjusted h
ARIEL POV I still found it difficult to wrap my head around what happened last night. The thought only had my mind wandering about. It was a mystery to me. I wasn't sure of how to react. Was I the one at fault? I woke up early this morning as everywhere was quiet. Mrs. Greta had left, probably as Ryan instructed. I figured out Ryan was sleeping opposite the room I slept in yesterday. I could not help but wonder where he got the keys to open it. It was his house anyway. He must have had spare keys. Everything was still a mystery to me, especially Ryan's reaction. I was able to figure out the kitchen easily, as I prepared breakfast. I hardly slept yesterday, as I spent the night brooding and shedding tears. Not only that, but I felt alone. I started working on making scrambled eggs to keep my mind off Ryan. I was surprised he had so much grocery and food stuff in stock. He is probably a good cook. As I continued preparing the food,my subconscious reprimanded me. “He was try
RYAN POV There is something beautiful about keeping one's life simple. The life of having your basic needs: food, shelter and clothing, and being satisfied. A life you won't have to worry who was doing better than you. Or the thought of improving yourself to please the crowd, instead of yourself. That life, you won't have to worry about perfecting your life, in other to avoid scandals. The life of YOU VERSUS YOU. That was the life I craved for, but it seems I should brace myself for the opposite. It wasn't up to a step I took out of the company when I was crowded by a bunch of reporters. They kept bringing up questions about my secret marriage, making me wonder who was behind leaking it. They expected a wedding, a glamorous one, instead of the quiet one I had. Furthermore, they questioned me on why I hid my wife, and if truly the lady in the viral kiss video was the woman in my life. I was frustrated and furious, but I managed to keep my anger under the lid. I wasn't going to l
RYAN POV Words alone can't describe how I had been feeling for the past three weeks of my marriage. It was a bitter-sweet experience, one that makes me felt I deserved an award. An award for THE MOST STUPID HUSBAND. As much as that felt like my guilty conscience talking, I couldn't deny the fact that I hadn't been treating Ariel well. How I had always been accepting the set of food she sends to my office every day, yet refused to appreciate her. Every night, I arrived late, but she still tried to stay awake for me. But the bitter truth was that: I still kept her at arm's length. Ignoring her as well as the dinner she makes. I thought she would stop treating me right despite what I had done to her, but she doesn't look like the sort that gives up. She still cared for me, cooked for me. I'm definitely an asshole. I allowed those thoughts run down my head, as I proceeded to leave for home. I felt the urge to make things right, but a massive part of me still felt repulsive to that
ARIEL POV It was three weeks. Three weeks of mixed emotions, anxiety, sadness, happiness, and disappointment. I wasn't sure what to conclude, seeing Ryan finally soft and saying thank you to me. It felt as if my heart somersaulted. I was happy within me. My communication with my dad had been regular, even though it was risky. My stepmom was not aware he gave me his contact information. All in one, I was glad our relationship was getting better. But still, every time we spoke, he kept reminding me of the secret he wanted to open to me about. It only brought this bitter feeling at the pit of my stomach. One thing I know for sure was that revealing that secret might make our relationship drawback. I do not want that. “I should have said that a long time ago. Pardon me.” He spoke gently. “Not a problem. Glad you said it now.” I admitted, licking my lips and determinably, pressing away the picture of my dad revealing his secret to me. “Thanks for understanding. I enjoyed this meal.