LOGINTamara.
I clench my fist tightly, really wanting to slap Chloe for her nasty words. But I remember it isn't worth it, I choose to stay calm and not stoop to her level.
Seriously, I'm so fed up with her bullshit but I remained silent instead of fussing like she wanted me to.
I turn to prepare my coffee, trying to ignore Chloe. But just as I'm about to grab my coffee and leave the kitchen, she reaches for it, spills some on her shirt and then I heard it—- shattered glass on the floor.
“What the hell! Have you lost it?” I yelled, looking at her in horror.
But then, she smirks. “Oops sorry,” she says in a low voice.
Killian must've heard the glass breaking against the floor, because he rushed in the next minute.
He glanced at the shattered glass on the floor, at Chloe and lastly at me, his eyes wide with confusion. “Chloe? What happened?” He asks, but his eyes are still locked on mine.
Chloe switches up, shocking me to my core, she runs off to Killian's side, tears welling in her eyes as she plays the victim.
“I— I came in to get water. Then out of nowhere this happens, I just don't know why Tamara will spill the coffee on me and break the glass, she's crazy,” she sobs her words.
Fury scratched it's way through my skin, seeping through every pore as I screamed. “Liar, I didn't even—,” I trail off, turning to Killian, who stood there, watching me like the cunt he is. “She did this to herself, I swear.”
“She's lying, she wants to hurt me, she hates me.” Chloe blurted out, she appears quite shaken, her eyes still teary.
I want to say something in my defense but Killian cuts me off abruptly.
“What the actual fuck were you thinking attacking her like that?” he demands, stares at me coldly, his jaw clenching.
Hearing Killian's words, my jaw drops in disbelief. I can feel my face getting hot with anger.
I can't believe he's taking her side.
“Are you fucking serious? I didn't do anything!” I seethe, exasperated.
Without another word to me, he turns his attention back to Chloe, who was sniffing back her fake tears. “Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks, cradling her cheeks.
The lying bitch quips back. “No, I'm not,” she touches the shirt where the stain is, and gasps, tears streaming down her face. “It’s just — she's ruined your shirt, I'm so sorry I should have –,”
Killian wipes her tears while I stood there watching him prioritize another woman over me. “It doesn't matter, I have tons of them, as long as you're okay,” I see his blue eyes, which is usually sharp and piercing looking at Chloe with a warmth I had rarely seen on him.
I feel tears starting to form in my eyes but I blink them back, deciding it was time I let the cat out of the bag, let Killian know that it's been Chloe all along, maybe he'd listen to me.
I take a deep breath and say. “You know what? Why don't you ask your darling Chloe here why she'd send me that message, I mean she told me she sent it herself,” I say, hoping to expose Chloe's cunning and malicious acts.
I read the text out exactly like I've seen it, knowing Killian would remember. And then my eyes falls on Chloe and I see her face lose color, she looks like she's been caught off guard, a mix of something flash through her eyes, fear— maybe anger.
But unfortunately the joke is on me, Chloe didn't need to say anything before Killian swing in to defend her.
“Cut the crap, Tamara. I don't believe a word you utter. Of, course you'd say anything to paint Chloe bad, whereas you're the real shit, mother warned me about you,” Killian says in a disdainful tone.
I blink, taken aback.
His words hit me hard, cutting through me like a sharp knife, I try to hide it, but there's a lump in my throat.
Why does Killian see me as the villain, no matter what I do?
My eyes mist. “I have no reason to lie! She admitted she sent those, believe me,” I choked out, my voice shaking, I feel a tear slipping down my cheek.
Chloe is the one that responds this time. “I didn't— she's lying. I'm sure she just wants your attention and to trick you into loving her again,” she says, attempting to smooth things over.
My mouth drops open. I had never met anyone who'd lie with such ease! She didn't even blink! “That's not true!” I glared at her and saw her smirk.
But Killian seems far less than convinced that I was saying the truth and then his features sharpens. “Enough!” he yells. “Stop this nonsense this minute,” he spits out, his voice becomes colder, causing me to carefully take a step back.
I glance at Chloe and see her mouth parted in a triumphant grin.
Angry, I blurt out in frustration. “Fine, you both deserve each other, then. I'm out of here,” I breathed out, and turned my back on them, seething.
“Well, who's going to clean up this mess?” Killian yells after me but I didn't even as much as breath a word back.
I needed to get away from them, they make me sick.
I focus on breathing to ease my pain and just as I walked back into my room, I made my decision.
I pick up my phone with a clear purpose, and searched his name, Alex, my old time friend and boss.
Before marrying Killian, I was thriving as a CFO in Alex’s company. But I walked away from my job, from him, deciding it was wise to stay home like Killian wanted.
That was a low move from me, I let Killian take control of my life, maybe that was partly my fault.
My fingers hesitated before pressing the call button. Three years, that's how long it's been since we last spoke. I feel a little guilty listening to the waiting tone.
But I chased my guilt away with a deep breath. It doesn't matter now, because if I want out of this marriage unscathed, then I know exactly what I need to do.
~~Hazel~~I peered out of window and the driver's parked right out, waiting.I tug at my bag slightly, trying to quiet my mind.9PM.And I'm standing beside my door, trying not to panic. My heart is knocking in a weird rhythm behind my ribs. It's not because I haven't trained my mind for this. Not because I haven't had a one night stand in the past— but because this time, I'm not just looking to scratch an itch.There's a bigger picture. A bigger risk. One that took all the encourage in the world to give in.And it's going to show up as two pink lines in a few weeks and alter my life forever.I bite down on my lip and force a breath down my lungs.One thing is certain though.I'm ready. Peak ovulation. Prime conception. I right myself, straighten my spine, walk to the door, pull it open and step out.The air outside is cool. Much quieter than the chaos in my head.I make a beeline all the way to the car, my eyes fixed on the dark windscreen.I pull the door open and slide in.The dr
~~Melanie~~As I step out of the elevator and into the hallway, nerves twisted in my stomach.My mind is racing, but I force a smile as I approached the reception desk.It still feels surreal to be here.It been over a decade since I worked, and I'm more than happy to start out.But yet, that didn't stop my nerves from growing with each step I take.I'm on a black corporate dress that Tamara sent to me last night and it hugs my curves perfectly.Yeah, I looked the part without doing too much.The lady behind the desk lifts her eyes as she sees me.“Melanie Johnson?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.I nod. “Yes, that's me.”“Mr. Daniel is expecting you,” she points to the tall door along the hallway.I give her a soft smile and turn toward the office of Mr. Daniel, the HR of Basxon.I knock once and pull the door.A middle aged man sits on the large swivel chair, slowly looking up as I inch closer to his desk.His gaze lingers long enough to make me feel like I was being studied.“Good
~~Hazel~~I find myself in a waiting room of the doctor.I can't recall the last time I've been to the hospital.This might sound weird but I never get sick, except this one time Jason ran a fever.So it kinda feels strange been in here.Not just that. My nerves are at it again. This is getting real, it's not cold feet, it's fear of what happens next.Just then the door opens and in walks Fiona with a warm smile.“Ms. Simpson,” she says walking up to me.“Good morning, Fiona.” I greeted here. “And please call me Hazel,”She was being way too formal, and I figured she has a huge role to play in this, so it was better to be cordial, at least.“Very well then,” she says, settling beside me. Her eyes trails my face. “Did you sleep at all,”I nod.But that's a lie.I was terribly nervous all night, it was hard to sleep. But I'm not going to admit that to her.This was a business relationship. I have to seem competent and show I'm capable of carrying a baby.“I did,” I say.Her eyes lingers
~~Melanie~~It's okay to start over, my friends had said.But how do I erase almost a decade of memory?Hurtful memories.I still have them, the bad nauseating dreams.Even this morning. I'd wake up trembling at least twice every week.It used to be worse.Happens practically every day.But the virtual therapy did it's thing. I got better, I mean for a while I believed it'll all get better.Tian made me believe that.Made me believe I deserve more.But it wasn't for long.Nathan found out anyway. He took my phone and there's no way to reach Tian.But I think that's for the better.I can't hope. I can't believe. Life has thought me that trust matters.That hoping is useless.The moment I spent with Tian was one of my happiest but that's it.A beautiful memory I'd carry forever.That's all it'll ever be.My phone dings. A new device Tamara got me.It's Hazel calling.I know they're all scared.They call more than five times in a day.Probably thinking I'd hurt myself.I mean, in their de
~~Hazel~~I share a look with Tamara and for a moment, we both don't say anything.Just stare at Melanie who's looking a little human than she was the past week.Her bruises are fading, even though her eye bags are still there.I clear my throat. “Have you been sleeping at all?”She nods.She's barely spoken a long sentence at a go. It's been like this since she showed up at Tamara's doorstep.Caroline is late now, and Tammy's aunt is with her new husband.Tamara left this house for Melanie, while we wait till she's willing to talk.Of course this has everything to do with Nathan, I can feel it, even Tamara knows this.Tamara's gaze drifts to me, then back at Melanie. “Do you need anything?” she asks.She shakes her head. “No, there's still groceries left in the kitchen,”“Do you perhaps want to go shopping?” Tamara chips in sharply.Melanie gives a faint smile. “Okay, you both stop,” a chuckle slips out. “I feel like I'm a kid in an intense adult interview.”I exhale, at least her se
~Hazel~~I stared at the contract in my hand, not sure why I stopped breathing.I had just passed the last stage of the test. They had chosen me and asked to pick up the contract.I thought giving up the child was the scariest part but this…?Slowly, I shift my head to the woman currently interviewing me, stunned.Fiona has a pair of glasses perched below her nose.“Is there a problem Miss Simpson?” she asks with a calm down. The chair burns me. I shift, pointing down at the part that has me on the edge.“Not particularly,” I managed. “But I have a question.”“Sure, ask.” she says with a warm smile. I drag in a sharp breath. “The conception part, it says it's the conventional way,”Fiona nods. “Do you have a problem with that,”“How's it going to be done?” I blurt out.Ok. That was stupid.I'm just freaking out.She pauses, takes me in and then a smile breaks through her face. “You see, the would-be father wants it the traditional way but if you're not okay with it we could —,”I wa







