Chapter 12Simon's POV:I paced near the window, with a glass of whiskey clenched tightly in my hand, its contents barely touched. The ice had long since melted, much like the patience etched on Marilyn's face as she stood with arms crossed."Simon." Marilyn began. "This has to stop. Ever since Morgana resurfaced and we discovered she's married to Xavier, you've been... different.โI scoffed, downing the lukewarm liquid in one gulp. "And whose fault is that, Marilyn? Every time I turn around, you're there, reminding me of what Morgana did to you, how she 'almost killed' you. It's like you enjoy playing the victim."Marilyn's eyes narrowed. "Playing the victim? Simon, she pushed me down a flight of stairs! I was hospitalized for months! Or have you conveniently forgotten that?"I slammed the empty glass onto the windowsill. "Of course, I haven't forgotten! But dredging up the past every time we have an argument isn't helping.""It's not the past if it's still affecting our present," S
Chapter 13Morganaโs POV:I stirred awake to the faint buzz of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. It was still dark in the room, because the glow of the sunrise barely passed through the edges of our drawn curtains.My fingers blindly reached for the phone, and the moment I unlocked it, headlines filled the screen.โNetizens Want Xavier and Caitlyn Back Together?โโOld Flames or Just Business Partners? Caitlyn and Xavier Spotted Together Again.โโ#Xaitlyn Trending Again as Fans Fuel Reunion Rumors.โMy eyes widened, and the back of my throat burned as if I'd swallowed acid. My eyes darted to the side of the bed instinctively. Empty?Of course, it was. He had probably already leftโearly, as usualโoff to the office to meet Caitlyn.Again.I sat up slowly, clutching the phone in both hands as if the force of my grip could erase everything I just read. The en-suite bathroom door clicked open, and I looked up to see Xavier walking out, towel around his waist, water dripping down his
Chapter 14Morgana's POV:โWhat the hell are you doing here?โ I snapped.Simon leaned back in the chair like he belonged there, like the past didn't happen, like I didn't crawl out of the grave he helped put me in.โI missed this fire,โ He said with a nostalgic smile that made my stomach churn. โYou always lit up a room when you were mad.โI took a step forward, fists clenched. โI said, what are you doing here?โโI came to talk.โ He shrugged. โYou know, clear the air. Things didnโt end well between usโโโYou mean you didnโt get to finish destroying me? Is that what youโre here for now? To finish the job?โHis smile didnโt falter. โRelax. Youโre doing well for yourself. I just thoughtโฆ with everything going on, maybe youโd want someone who understands.โI scoffed. โUnderstand me? You never even tried to. And if you think Iโll let you mess with my life again, youโre more delusional than I thought.โSimon stood up slowly, walked around my desk, and perched on the edge like he used to ba
Morganaโs POV I didn't mean what I told him earlier, but there was no point in him knowing the truth. Since this is us trying to hurt each other, I might as well up my game at doing it. I've made a lot of bad decisions in my life before and this will not be the last one. Sitting back in my chair, I wiped the tears that fell from my eyes angrily. These days, I wish we went back to the days where we didn't have any issues and lived cordially with one another. I mean, we lived together for the past five years without any hitch. And I won't agree that all this is happening because of the fact that I wanted to show myself in public. There was a knock on the door that jolted me out of my thoughts. โCome in.โ My assistant walked in without any worry in the world. I rolled my eyes internally at the act. โMa'am, I looked through the new partnership, and checked through all the portfolios of the investors, there is nothing out of the ordinary there.โ She said in her firm voice. I raised
Xavier's POV โFuck.โ I muttered, slipping my hand through my already disheveled hair. I need to blow off some steam. If I don't, I'd do something I'm not meant to do. Like blowing off the head of that bastard. How did this even happen? I've been in love with that woman for years now and did not do anything about it. So, why now that her good for nothing ex showed up? Why am I feeling as though if I don't end him by myself, I won't feel at peace? โHey man.โ I raised my head up to see Derek's annoying face in front of me. โWhat's up?โ I asked. โI've been here for a couple of minutes now, but you seem to be in your own world. Care to tell me what's got your panties in a twist?โ I stared at him like he had two heads. โIs that even an expression that you're meant to use for a fellow man?โ I asked him in a bored tone, leaning back into my chair. โAs long as you understand what I mean. I'm good. So, please, tell me what's up. As much as I don't like you, I don't want a besti
Morgana's POV I pressed my hand to my forehead in the hope to alleviate the headache that I was having at the moment. This was why I hated drinking. My hangover is always bad. โHere is the coffee you asked for.โ Sasha, my assistant said, placing my favorite mug cup in front of me. โThank you Sasha.โ I muttered as I gulped down the first one. โCareful. It's hโฆhot.โ But I was already almost done with it. โOh.โ โYeah, oh. I had a bad night the other day.โ โIt's obvious. You don't need to say much. Hope you didn't do this in public? You're a public figure right now whether you like it or not.โ She pointed out.โYou don't need to say. I know. Even if it's something I don't want.โ I said bitterly. โWe cannot always choose what we want. You of all people should know that.โ She said in her strict no nonsense tone. As if telling me to get myself together. โYeah.โ I muttered to myself. I closed the folder in front of me and handed it over to her. โTake that to the HR. They know what to
Xavier's POV People behave annoyingly most times. That is why I keep my distance from people in order to avoid forming unnecessary bonds. The relationship I had with Caithlyn in the past was as a result of family friendship. Miss Howard, her aunt, used to be friends with my grandfather. We were mostly a couple in the eyes of the public. In private, I made sure that the boundary was clear. We had nothing going then and not now. She was too fake for me then, and I mostly could not deal with her. But right now, I'll definitely deal with her. โMr Xavier, it's good to have you around again. Who would you like to see? Or do you want me to call Miss Caitlyn?โ A man in the art gallery, whom I feel is a curator, asked me. โMiss Caitlyn please.โ I said to him curtly. Looking around the place. There were a few people here and there. And I could not miss the way they were stealing glances at me. I'm sure that there were paparazzi amongst them. The stony expression I had on will not allow an
Morgana's POV To say I was shocked at the phone call I received earlier would be an understatement. I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that Xavier wanted to take me out. We were never at this point before in our relationship. I used to consider him to be an aloof and emotionally unavailable person. Except for the kiss we shared some weeks back, we've not exactly lived as husband and wife. We stay in the same room, yes. But that was to appease his grandfather and not to allow the maids to be suspicious of us. We were more like two strangers living together. Like roommates. I've always found him attractive. But since he never crossed the line by touching me in any suggestive way, I decided not to beg him with myself. I don't want to be in that era again in my life. The issue I had with Simon then is enough. โAre you okay?โ Xavier asked me and I jolted back to the present at the sound of his voice. โM..ermm, yeah. I'm fine.โ I've been doing that a lot lately. Stammering an
Morgana's POV I never ever thought that I'll see Mary Anne again, who now says she goes by the name Gabriella. Ella for short. She was my best friend when I was in the secondary boarding school. She always had my back then when I was been bullied. She was the only one who stood by me and was my friend then. When we graduated secondary school, we parted ways. She gave me her contact then, but with the parents I had, they did not allow me to have any contact with the outside world. They didn't allow us to have cell phones in the school then, and trust my frigent parents to go by the rules so well. โIt's so good to see you again.โ I said to her, as we sat at the bar. This particular bar area was a little better than the rest, because the noise reduced. Not drastically, but enough to hear what we are saying without straining our ears. โYeah. I was not the one that bailed on our friendship though. I totally expected you to call me. But you didn't. And it was as if you vanished into thi
Morgana's POV The days that followed were the best days of my life. I won't even lie about that. I never thought I'd feel so much joy with a man given my past experience. But here I was, loving every moment I had with him. He's given me experiences that I never imagined I'd get to enjoy. He made me feel special and has successfully reeled me into his web. Not that I'm complaining. I'm having the best time of my life here and it's all because of him. And I think I was falling in love with my husband. Normal people fall in love first, have a relationship, then continue to marriage if compatible. Clearly not us though. We got the whole thing wrong. I think I did. I can't say from his side. The only part where he had revealed his feelings to me was that night when he told me how he felt. But, he did not emphatically tell me that he was in love with me. And let's be candid, if he'd told me then, I might have run for the hills. I would not have known how to deal with the situation. I
Xavier's POV Holding a very exhausted Noah in my arms , I used my left hand to swipe the card on the lock and the door opened. Slipping into the suite, I saw Morgana curled up on the couch, sleeping. It was as if she was waiting for us to arrive. One glance at the laptop I saw in front of her, it didn't take anything for me to know that she was working before I came in. Probably slept off. I could bet anything right now that she didn't order anything to eat. I gently walked towards his room and placed him on the bed. He rolled on his side as murmured inaudibly. But I caught on to something he said. โThank you daddy.โ He said, his eyes still closed, obviously asleep. My heart swelled so much that I thought it would burst out. He wasn't even awake and he's pulling in my non existent heart strings. Well, his mother has been doing that for a while now. I kissed the top of his head and stepped out. I've watched the kid grow up and I've come to fall in love with him. Whatever it is th
Morgana's POV Italy is hot. Like, I knew I checked for the weather they had right now before I packed my bags. And I used that as a template to pack clothes. But right now, I could not have been more wrong. The place was like hell. Hot like that. โI think I'll go shopping again.โ I said. โWhy?โ My husband asked and I sighed. โThe clothes I brought along do not fit the summer they have here. This place is hot. I cannot imagine wearing these clothes everyday here. I'd fry.โ I said, picking out the clothes and tucking them back into the traveling box. Getting to the hotel, I knew Xav would do the most and I was not entirely shocked at how extravagant it was. I was just surprised at the beauty. It was an old money kind of hotel. And then again, it was a resort so it kind of had everything. He got us a whole presidential suite and everything is as though made for the president. It screamed money. When I asked him how much everything cost, he jokingly asked if I wanted to pay for i
Morgana's POV I looked at the boxes that have been packed to go. They stayed in the middle of the sitting room. Noah was running around happily and giddily. Immediately I told him we were leaving the house, the excitement he had was over the roof. He's been jumpy ever since I told him about it. And it made me a little sad. Thinking of the life he could have but he was not stuck in the house homeschooling. This has made me think that maybe I'd reconsider him going out. And starting with this vacation. After he's done, he'd start going to school like kids his normal age, so he'd be able to relate well with them. The regret I used to feel anytime he threw tantrums about going out and I scolded him is always over the top. โYou ready, wife?โ Xav asked and I blushed. Hard. He's made it his mission this past few days to make me blush. I've been always nervous and also giddy around him. โYup.โ I popped the p and called out to Noah. โHey baby, come on. Let's go.โ I motioned for him with
Xavier's POV As soon as I stepped into the house, I could feel the tension. There was something that's going on right now. Or something went down here. The manor was always silent most of the days. When my parents were still alive, the place would always bustle. There was always life inside. If there was no party today, there'd be a dinner tomorrow in which they invited all of their friends. They were always doing one thing or another. I ohkd not wrap my head around the fact that then. But, it was fun. Especially since I was a child then. Since Morgana came in, the house has become calm. Not like the feeling of graveyard it almost always had. It was just calm and homey. The reason I didn't always stay in my apartment in the city was because of my grandpa. He had frankly refused to leave the house. I know he had memories here. But staying with all that bitterness and regret would hurt him. I don't know how he's still alive until now. Given that he blamed himself for the death of m
Morgana's POV I stormed into the house funing and angrily mad. This has to come to an end today. Even if it's not the end, I must see to it that the person behind disclosing the identity of my son is exposed. That was one of the things I had dreaded. I don't know what will happen now that Simon already knows about it. But, I've been a little calm since he left my office. The realization that I was not alone after all resonated within me and I've been conscious of that fact and I like that. It made me feel at peace. But then, whoever the mole in my house is, must leave today. Dropping my bag on the couch, I rang for the bell that was supposed to call for them. Soon enough, they started coming in. And there were about five of them. โGood evening, Miss. Is there a reason why you have called us all here at this time?โ The housekeeper, who was a little older, asked. The woman looked strict. She never took rubbish or sucked up to anyone in this house since I joined. Her facial feature
Morgana's POV I'll take a break after all of this. I'm tired from inside and I'd crash soon enough. A small smile made it to my face after remembering what happened yesterday night. We did not go all the way but went far enough to give pleasure. For the first time in my whole life, I had a pleasure from a man and from my own hand. I love every moment that came along with it. How he held me and how we cuddled to sleep. I could get used to that. There was a knock on my door. โYes?โ The door opened and Sasha peered in. โCan I come in?โ She asked sheepishly, hiding behind the door, I nodded. My jaw dropped as soon as she stepped in when I saw what was in her hand. I was shocked to say the least. โWhat the hell?โ I whispered. โWhy do you have something like that with you?โ โA delivery clae in for you.โ She smiled and dropped the ridiculously large bouquet on my table. The scent whispered through my lips and I smiled almost immediately. Knowing Xavier, he goes overboard over litera
Morgana's POV We got home later that night. Immediately I stepped into the house, I was a little guilty. I had totally forgotten about Noah who was home alone with the maids. Ones I did not trust and I was planning to fish out later. And I'm sure he would have worn Grandpa Will out. I was surprised he did not call me today though. On a normal day, he would have disturbed my phone with calls if I didn't come home early. Given how silent the house was right now, he has slept. โI'll check on Noah.โ I said to Xavier, trying to avoid his all looming presence. He did not say anything and I slipped away, climbing the stairs rapidly. When I got to the front of his room, I hesitated a little bit before opening the door gently. And just as I guessed, he was lying on his side sleeping peacefully. The lamp in the corner of the room is dimly lit. He's the only child I know that does not want to sleep with all the lights on. He prefers to stay in the dim light. I sat gently beside him and st