Delia stared at her phone and growled crossly as he had the nerve to try and ring her after everything that he had done. Didn’t he realise how much pain that he had caused her? They were supposed to be happy, she had loved that man with every ounce of her being. She had been faithful and waited on him hand and foot, and this is how he had repaid her? Did Thomas not respect his wife enough to be loyal back?
“I’m here for you, Delia. Don’t let that bitch and that cheating scumbag get you down. They aren’t worth it.” Her best friend reached across the table and said firmly. Looking up at her best friend, Delia smiled a little. She knew that her friends was right but it was hard. She thought of how only a couple of hours ago she had been excited to tell Thomas he would soon be a father but it turned out he was already going to be a father to his secretary’s unborn child. “Delia, what are you going to do?” She asked softly. Delia drew in a breath and placed her hands on the table. “I’m going to divorce him and take him for everything that he’s got. He will regret messing with me.” Delia declared, her voice steadying as determination surged within her. Her friend’s eyes widened in surprise, and Delia could see the support radiating from her. “Are you sure? I mean, it’s a big step,” her friend replied gently, concern lacing her tone. “I’ve put up with his neglect for too long. I let him take me for granted while I poured my love into a man who clearly didn’t appreciate it. I could’ve built a life with him—but instead, he chose to destroy ours with someone else. I deserve more.” Delia felt the words fire up within her, igniting a resilience she hadn’t known she possessed. Her friend nodded, slowly. “Okay, but you have to be smart about it. Have you thought about everything you want from this divorce?” “Of course,” Delia said, a hint of pride creeping into her tone. “I want joint custody of any children we might have, a fair split of our assets, and most importantly, I want my dignity back. I won’t let him make a fool out of me anymore.” “Good. You have every right to stand your ground,” her friend replied, visibly relieved by Delia's clarity of purpose. “And I’m here for you. Whatever you need, just say the word.” “Thanks, I really appreciate it,” Delia said, her heart grateful for the support. She had always been the strong one—always rooting for others and placing their needs above hers. Now it was time for her to prioritize herself and regain control of her life. “You know, I’m right here, and I’ll help you through this,” her friend reminded her. “You won’t be alone. We can find a good attorney, and I can help you figure out what to do next.” Delia took another deep breath, feeling lighter. “That would be amazing. I did love him once—maybe even still do—but this… this is a wake-up call, and I refuse to let it be for nothing. I can’t let my life revolve around someone who doesn’t cherish me.” As they continued to strategize over their dinner, Delia felt a mix of sadness and excitement wash over her. Yes, it hurt deeply to know that Thomas had betrayed her, but it also unveiled a world of possibilities she had never allowed herself to envision. A world without the weight of his infidelity hanging over her shoulders. “I want a new start,” she declared, her voice tightening with renewed resolve. “One where I don’t have to hide or shrink myself to cater to someone else’s needs. I will be the woman I was before him—before I thought I had to change to keep someone else happy.” “Absolutely! You will rise from this stronger than ever,” her friend affirmed, reaching out to squeeze Delia’s hand in solidarity. Delia smiled, a genuine one this time, as her heart began to mend itself. It was going to be a long road ahead, but she wasn’t alone. She had people who believed in her, and that made all the difference. Tough choices awaited her, but with each passing moment, she felt a clarity that brought hope. “Tomorrow,” she concluded decisively, “I’ll start gathering information on attorneys.” “Perfect! And after that, let’s go out and treat ourselves. You deserve it!” Delia chuckled, “What I really deserve is a big glass of wine, but I’ll take the treatment too!” As they laughed and toasted to her new beginning, Delia understood that this was her turning point. She was ready to step into her power and reclaim her happiness, no matter the cost. Thomas had made his choices, and now it was time for her to make hers.Delia sat on the edge of her bed, the laptop open on her lap, the glow of the screen illuminating her face. It had been weeks since she’d last logged into her social media. The thought of seeing happy couples, perfect lives, or worse, anything related to Thomas, had been too painful to bear. But tonight, a strange impulse, a mix of curiosity and a morbid need to inflict pain on herself, had led her here. She navigated to her messages, her heart pounding in her chest. The list of conversations populated, and her breath hitched. There, among the usual updates and greetings, were messages from two names that made her stomach clench: Samantha and Thomas. She clicked on Samantha’s name first, her fingers trembling. The conversation was short, a single message timestamped a few days prior: *Samantha: He’s a no good liar, Delia. You were right about him. I’m so sorry.* That was it. A cryptic, remorseful statement that confirmed what Delia already knew, but somehow, seeing it in wri
Thomas sunk into his chair the next morning as he stared at the laptop screen in front of him. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily. Today was an important day filled with more meetings than what he cared to count. He wished that he could have stayed in bed and forgotten all about how his life had become one big nightmare. He still had no idea where Delia was or any word from her. He sat forward and wondered if she would ever come back to him. And the baby? What about his child? Would he ever see the child? He had so many unanswered questions and the guilt of his actions kept him weighed down as if he were submerged in water. “Excuse me?” A knock on the door startled Thomas as he looked up and saw one of his colleagues standing there with a concerned look on her face. She was holding a clipboard to her chest and dressed in a short dress that showed off her curvy figure. "Oh, Sarah," Thomas said, trying to inject some normalcy into his voice, though it came out ro
The drive home was silent except for the hum of the engine and the occasional soft sigh from Samantha. Fiona kept her eyes on the road, her hands steady but her mind racing with concern. The city lights blurred past as Samantha stared out the window, her thoughts a whirlwind of doubt, hope, and determination. When they finally pulled into the driveway of Fiona’s cozy apartment, Samantha hesitated before opening the door. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for what came next. “Come on in,” Fiona said gently, guiding her inside. “You need to rest. I’ll get you some water and maybe a snack.” Samantha nodded, her body feeling heavy and drained. She sank onto the couch, clutching her belly protectively. Her mind replayed the conversation with Fiona, the image of Thomas walking away, and the ache of betrayal. Fiona returned with a glass of water and a small bowl of fruit, setting them down on the coffee table. She sat beside Samantha, her expression serious but caring. “You
“Delia. I wanted to talk to you about something.” Delia’s mother , Mandy said sticking her bottom lip over her top lip and studying her daughter carefully. Delia looked up from the table, curiously. “What is it mother? Is everything ok?” She tried to hide the concern in her tone but it was obvious from the flicker of doubt that crossed her face. She was worried what her mother was going to say. Maybe she thought that Delia should give Thomas another chance since she was carrying his baby. “It’s about the company.” Mandy took a seat at the dining table and placed her hands on her lap. Delia frowned, unsure what her mother was trying to say. Mia remained silent as she watched the scene unfold. “What about the company?” Delia shrugged her shoulders and exchanged a glance with Mia who pulled a face. Mandy smiled and rolled her eyes. “Delia, you look worried. But, don’t be. This is good news. It’s just me and your father have missed you so much. We are exc
Thomas felt his heart race as he read Samantha's words, the chilling threat wrapping around him like a vice. In that moment, the weight of his predicament bore down on him even harder, the division between Delia and Samantha implying a conflict that had escalated beyond what he had ever envisioned. Samantha’s warning echoed ominously in his mind. The flippancy with which he had approached his infidelity had ill-prepared him for the emotional storm he now faced, and he couldn’t help but feel he was in over his head. He took a deep breath, trying to quell the rising tide of anxiety threatening to spill over, but the anger he felt toward Samantha was quickly replaced by dread. “Why can’t you just let me go?” he muttered to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as if that would somehow release the pressure building in his chest. Suddenly, he thought of Delia. If he hoped to repair their relationship, he had to get his act together. But how could he face her with the truth? Ea
Thomas threw his phone angrily to the edge of the pavement and let out a heavy sigh as he sat down on a bench. A couple of cars beeped at him and he stuck up his middle finger in response. He wasn't sure why Delia was not giving him a chance to explain. How could he have been so stupid to cheat on her and get Samantha pregnant? He couldn't stand the idea of his wife leaving him escpecially if she were pregnant too. “Darn it.” he cursed loudly as he stood up, bent down to pick up the phone and looked it over. The screen was smashed but he could still use it. He decided he would buy himself a new one the next day. He walked back to the car park and felt in his pockets for his car keys but he frowned when he couldn't find them. “Just my stupid luck.” he grumbled to himself as he sauntered towards the taxi rank. One was waiting so he got into and told the driver his address. He hoped that maybe Delia would be there at the house. Maybe, if he could see her then she would chan