Destiny's Thread

Sasha's POV "Here are the divorce papers, I've signed them. I'm grateful that my marriage with you has finally come to an end," I flung the papers at Harvey as he emptied the bottle of whiskey he was holding into his mouth. "I never wish to ever have anything to do with you again."Tears pooled up in my eyes and began to find their way down my cheeks.I loved Harvey. I loved him with everything I had and this… this… this was how he paid me…I wonder how that mouth was once the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. I've done everything humanly possible to revive the spark between us. But, I've had enough. Today was the day I was going to leave Harvey. I've endured for too long, I cannot endure anymore. He killed the very hope that was holding us together. O! My poor Daniel. Harvey killed him. "Where do you think you'll go? You don't have anywhere to go, remember? I'm all you've got in your fucking miserable life," He paused and dropped the whiskey. "O- I've always known you were a prost

"I feel filthy, Lord. Cleanse my soul"Sasha and Mathew walked down the road that led to the south of the hotel. They were headed to a local bakery Mathew had suggested they checked out. He was so sure of the idea that Sasha had begun to think he knew who owned the bakery."There's a local bakery in the southern street from here. Let's go there. You'll bake the cake there. This was what he had said. Sasha was surprised at the certainty of the statement she went on to ask if he had been there for something like this before. She laughed when he answered in disagreement."The good Lord will sort everything for us. Have faith my dear." He had assured her that the Lord works in miraculous ways.Sasha wished she had his faith. To be content with everything. To believe in God. To stride into dark caves certain God will provide a light and pave a way for her. She lacked faith and she knew it. Perhaps, God had been testing her to see if she'll run back to him. She remembered some lines from Go

Sasha yawned and stretched her body on the bed. She rubbed her eyes with her hands and wished the day had not yet broken. This was the first time she was going to have a very peaceful sleep in a very long time. Long before she had even given birth to Daniel, she had not woken up and wished the night was longer. She had for some reasons, but not because she enjoyed the night.She got out of the bed and sleepily walked to the bathroom, she brushed her teeth, washed her hair and added some facial cream to her face. If she was going to be at the wedding tonight she sure would not be the only one looking unkempt despite that she was nowhere close to anyone in the long list of invitees in terms of wealth, fame and fortune. When she was done, she looked at the mirror, satisfied with the reflection of herself in the mirror, a smile quivered her mouth.She had already mapped out her plans for the day. Food. Nap. Bathe. Wedding.She picked up her phone to send Mathew a message. To remind him he

"However, in my opinion I do not find it necessary. It seems to me like nothing but a waste of resources when these resources could have been put to other more important use," she poured out her mind to him. Almost immediately she had said this, she wished she could withdraw her words or even, prayed that he had not heard her. That wasn't the case, the man sitting before her had his full undivided attention on her, he was paying attention to everything she had uttered. When she raised her head up, he was staring at her, his eyes moved around on her body and were traveling down her chest. She fixed her gaze on him so that he found it impossible to ket his eyes see anymore of her body than he had already feed himself with.His piercing eyes had made her feel like she wore less than she had. Perhaps a bikini or a lingerie. Sasha cleared her throat and he regained himself with a laugher that seemed more private and formal. "Exactly, my point. Out in the world somewhere right now, someone

Sasha's POVAfter I arrived at my room from the cafeteria, I quickly had a shower. I didn't want to be late for the ceremony. Fully aware that I was specifically invited to be introduced to the bride's guests as the caterer who had baked the wedding cake.Was it really necessary? I had already been paid for the job, handsomely. As long as the pay was good I honestly saw no reason why someone would not do their job to the best they can.Standing before the mirror in my pink shoulder-to-floor Bardot dress, I smiled at the beauty that stared back at me. Being the last gift I had received from my father on my twenty-second birthday, I cherished it a lot, and that perhaps was one of the reasons why I rarely wore it. This was the second time since I had received it.It wasn't like I'd ever had to wear it, even if I did Harvey would never let me wear it. "Wouldn't he have taken it and sold it if he had known I had a dress of its worth?" I muttered to myself. I knew Harvey more than anyone el