Bethany's jaw literally falls open. "Wha..."
Just then, there is a ruffle of footsteps and noises at the door and within seconds, the door is ajar with about five people standing right there by the door. Quinn comes in first, launching herself happily into Charles's arms. Laughing, he catches and twirls her around before hugging her. "Hey lil sis, how are you?" "I'm fine. Hi Alexa." She greets her and completely ignores Bethany. Daisy, John and their driver come in next, the driver bearing a basket hamper covered with shiny wrapping paper and finally, a tall and handsome man comes inside last, looking around him and then his eyes comes to rest on Bethany. They lock eyes for a split second before she looks away, shaking her head vigorously. He must be the important guest they have been expecting, who is he exactly? But this is not the time to ponder about that. Bethany steps forward, cutting all of the greetings that didn't include her short. "Thank goodness you all are here now. We have an issue here I would like to talk about." Everyone looks at her puzzedly, except Alexa who rolls her eyes elaborately. "What is that? We don't have all day?" Daisy asks impatiently. "I left your house by midnight today and got home to meet Charles and Alexa having sex on my matrimonial bed!" She states angrily. Gasps? Defence? Nothing. Bethany looks around John, Daisy and Quinn, expecting there to be some sort of reaction to her news but there's nothing, they are giving her blank stares like she is crazy. "What? He is married to me, he can't be doing that with other women. Not one that is supposed to be your family member, come on, this is incestuous adultery." She says something, desperately grasping at straws even though she knows she looks pathetic suddenly. "So? It's just Alexa." John says and spreads his palms. That's the exact same thing Charles had said. Quinn scoffs. "Family? Alexa is not family related to us. She is..." "Shush." Daisy immediately cuts Quinn short and faces Bethany. "Sometimes, in a marriage, you need to be more open minded about the relationships you and your husband keep. You can get really bored being with only one person and you need to try other things." Bethany gasps softly, feeling herself getting weak once again. "Are you really supporting his cheating now? You should be telling him to be faithful. Who is Alexa if she is not your family? I have known her for two years as a member of your family. So who the hell is she?" Alexa steps forward. Charles tries to hold her back but she shrugs his hands off. "If you want to know so badly, I am Charles's second wife." "What the hell?" This is spoken by the tall stranger and all heads turn to him, so he didn't know about that. Bethany is somewhat strengthened by his reaction but she is shocked, even more shocked than he is. "S...SE...second wife?" Her heart sinks even lower and the rose that had turned to ashes is washed away by the wind. "How long have you been married?" "A year and half..." Ah. "So you've been cheating on me since six months after our wedding, calling her a member of the... Wait, you all knew about this?" The harsh truth dawn's on her and she reels from the shock of it. Quinn nods enthusiastically while Daisy shrugs. "I can't refuse my son whatever he wants and that's my weakness so when he told me that he wanted to marry her, we did a small court wedding. "It's not like you were the best wife to him anyway. He literally picked you up from your poor life and made you into the woman you are now." Never forgetting to rub her background in her face, John states as he sits down, rolling his eyes. Bethany could have been shot at that moment and she would not have felt it. She felt overwhelmingly hurt, so hurt that it turns into nothingness. By the time she opens her mouth once again... "I want a divorce." Charles, who had been silent all along, sprung forward. "No. I like you, you clean well, cook well and attend to my family very well..." Bethany is too weak to have any reaction to his words at this point but what she wants to do is just raise her hand and slap him across the cheeks but her hands just would not move. "I will not agree to the divorce. At least you're the first wife." Charles tries to smile reassuringly but it's only disgusting to her. That she should stay married to the scumbag who married another woman while they were not divorced? "Hell no." She refuses vehemently. "I want a divorce or I'll take it to court." Charles stops smiling and straightens up. "I don't think you know the impact of the Worth family in this state. I can ruin you and still make you stay my wife, why don't you just stay my wife and I'll continue to treat you well?" Bethany suddenly has a wave of dizziness and she can feel herself falling to the ground but just as she's about to hit the ground, firm hands catch her by the waist and she's swept off the ground. She gasps softly as she looks into those sea green eyes before passing out in the tall man's arms. Charles comes forward and extends his hand. "Thank you Uncle but I can carry her inside myself." "I know for a fact that she would not want to be in your hands if she wakes up. Where is her room? Or rather, where did she sleep overnight?" Charles turns slightly red and points to the door down the hall, where Bethany had come out from earlier in the day. He turns around on his heels and takes her inside, tucking her in on the bed and checking for her breathing from time to time until it finally regulates and she falls asleep.Arthur sits in the darkness, watching the slow and steady rhythm of her chest as she breathes in and out.He doesn't even know this woman but something about her is tugging deeply on his heartstrings.Nobody, absolutely no one deserves to be treated as such trash. Daisy had said it herself that Charles's wife had cleaned their own house and this strange woman herself had said she got home by midnight to meet another woman in her own husband's bed... And even worse, much much worse, they have been married for over a year.The woman sighs softly and lays down on her side, deep asleep.That makes him wonder when last she has had such good sleep for her own body to shut down on her.Arthur rises up from the chair and walks over to her, crouching by the bed, he raises his hand and puts it over her face, not touching it but just tracing out the outlining of her face.Her curved jaw and sharp nose, with those curled eyelashes that look luxurious and her...She suddenly opens her eyes with h
Exactly a week and three days later, it's very early in the morning in Charles's Worth home and now, he lives with his newly celebrated wife, who is now free to live with her husband ever since the first wife decided to leave of her own free will...Only that a couple things are starting to change...Charles comes in frustrated and runs his hands through his hair over and over again. "Argh!"Alexa turns in bed and opens her eyes. "What's got you so riled up this early in the morning?"Charles looks over at her and sighs, trying to suppress the boiling rage within him. "It's nothing, go back to bed." It's all you ever do anyway."Did you say something?""What? No." He stands up from the unlaid bed and walks down the living room, he looks around and realizes how much, within a week, the whole place looks like a pigsty.His mind does a flashback to just two weeks ago, and maybe as far back as two years ago. Bethany was an early riser and even before Charles, who as well woke up pretty ea
"I, Arthur Worth, is married to Bethany Worth, the beautiful woman on the television right now." He states again, flashing an identical ring with the one they just saw on the screen on Bethany's finger. The light catches on it and it's unmistakeably the same one that Bethany had shown to the world.Charles immediately springs up and dives for Arthur's collar. "You're what?! You're just an ordinary uncle of mine... Married to Bethany? Who are you to her? She's my...""Your what?" Arthur asks him coolly, maintaining the eye contact so Charles will realize what he is doing. "Don't tell me you were about to call her your wife?" Arthur raises his hands and effortlessly sweep Charles's invasive hands off his chest area. He breezes past him and stands in front of everyone, between the despicable Worth family and the television where the interview is still ongoing although no one is listening now.Arthur clears his throat. "Oh no, I am not about to explain myself and my decisions to you... Bu
Back in John's living room, Daisy is pacing around, livid. "Why will you take such a decision without consulting us? Do you just how much desperate she must have been to seduce you?"Arthur rolled his eyes. "I was the one who asked her to marry me, she did not in any way seduce me or show loss of morality like you're implying."Charles stands up from where he had been biting his nails and come to Arthur in front. "I'm sorry for grabbing you by the collar earlier but see where I am coming from. She divorced me without my permission... I know that sounds pretty stupid but it's what she did. If she can do that to me while I am drunk, imagine the horrendous things she can do to you while you're not looking."Arthur maintains a level gaze and let's him finish rambling before replying. "First, she did no such thing."Charles shakes his head vehemently. "I knew you would not believe me when I said that. That's exactly how it went, all of us here including her was in that house, she is the on
Just the next morning, Bethany wakes up as early as she always does and heads downstairs to make breakfast for herself and Arthur, what she did not expect is that she'll meet Arthur down there already, making bacon and eggs."Good morning." She greets, standing by the door.He turns around and smiles. "Good morning, please come have a seat." His eyes wander down to her hands and he suddenly rinses his hands in the tap and comes over to meet her. "You took off the bandage?""It was long overdue..." She massages the back of her palm where the bandage had been wrapped around from the coffee burn. "It's going to scar though.""I won't let it." He walks over to the living room where Beth peeks after him but he soon goes out of sight and then returns with a small lotion in his hands. "I had gotten this yesterday but I had forgotten to give it to you. They say it works quite well to clean burn scars. Maybe you should give it a try?""Tha... Uhm, I will."Arthur chuckles. "I see you're gettin
Her words spark a reaction in everyone in the lobby, including the receptionist who immediately rings up Jade and exchanges a few words with her.Alexa smirks at the reaction she's able to get from the people as they start to gather and to murmur amongst themselves. "Oh, you're wondering if it is true? It is completely and totally true. I received an anonymous tip this morning that my husband, who did not come home last night has spent the whole night with this whore."The elevator opens and out comes the tall, black haired secretary, Jade.She simply looks at the door and the men nod immediately, reading the meaning in her look.With the aura she possesses, as she walks to meet Alexa in the middle of the large hall, the people standing in her way part so she can walk through to the front."Are you sure about this claims?"Alexa turns to her immediately, completely thinking something else. She definitely has the look of a reporter so Alexa thought she's reached out so she can get an e
"When I was three years old, some of you have got children that age or maybe even less, either way, I went missing as a child. Still don't know how that happened but I disappeared when I was three. When I became conscious of myself and my surroundings, I discovered I didn't have parents and was living in an orphanage run on charity... Things were tight. Even that I had to do after school jobs and all of that just to make ends meet."By now, the whole hall is silent and hanging on to her every word while she mentally accesses the situation before her.Daisy is there, waiting to lay a bait so that all these reporters that line up the front row on the other side will have something to drag her for but if she wants to have a successful life, she must avoid online conflicts by all means, and even if they do happen, it must be in her favor...And what's better to bring a person to the right side than a sob story? True story, but sob all the same... "When I turned eighteen, I was turned out
Back in the office, Bethany breathes a heavy sigh of relief as she grabs her bag off the couch. "We can leave now.""Sure." Arthur opens the door for her and she heads out first.Jade is standing right there in the doorway. "You had informed me that you won't be around for most of today so most of your meetings have been rescheduled between tomorrow and the day after.""Thank you very much Jade.""Also, I wanted to ask if we should blacklist Daisy Worth?""Yes please. John Worth too, even though he has not come here yet. That's practically the whole family.""Noted ma'am. Have a nice day."Bethany nods her thanks and walks past with Arthur nodding slightly at the secretary as he passes her by.Jade keeps her expressionless eye on the duo till the elevator doors close before she turns around and walks into her office, setting to the work.At the lobby, people bow in greeting and voice their greetings each as the duo walk by."You're cool ma'am." Someone says and she laughs, forcing the
The invitation arrives in a black velvet envelope.No name. No logo. Just a gold wax seal marked with a wolf’s head.Bethany turns it over twice before she slits it open with a knife and slides the lacy edged card out.It reads,“The Campbell Conglomerate is cordially invited to the Sterling Foundation’s Annual Black-Tie Gala.Theme: Midnight Masquerade.Date: This Saturday, 8 PM.Location: The Glass House, Midtown.Dress Code: Formal. Masks mandatory.Life’s a game, play it.”Bethany does not react for a second, and then reads it again… “This is either someone’s idea of a costume party or a shoddy job at making an actual party.”Arthur reads it as well, over her shoulder and frowns, not even the flicker of a smile either. “That’s not real.”“Oh, it is real,” Bethany murmurs. “And it’s bait. It is so obviously so… Sterling Foundation.”Arthur’s jaw tightens. “So we’re not going, it’s that simple.”Bethany turns slowly to face him, eyes clear and determination firm. “I do not run from
The Campbell Conglomerate headquarters is as full as it always is during the days of the week, and the staff are pretty loyal even when their boss has not been in to work for quite some time. The rumor has start to spread that she died or something most especially due to the fact that they had seen as she had been flung into the air two weeks before, had watched as her husband, with bruises of his own, had lifted her off the ground into the ambulance by himself and still making sure that everything, about her, was all in control…For the time she had been at the hospital, Arthur had made sure that Jade was always within reach and every of their works in progress, not out of reach, it had all been in control even when he had been devastated at the foot of her bed.And for it being so early in the morning, it is not silent, it is quite the opposite actually.There’s movement everywhere, in the halls and corners. Phones ringing and staff picking up. Meetings booked not minding that the b
He steps out of the car and closes the door behind him, Bethany is at home now and he just needs to stop by somewhere to make his point known, now that he knows who it is and his wife now does too, there is nothing to hide but to tell her to own up to her crimes and mistakes and just leave them be.Arthur Worth steps out of the sleek black elevator on the top floor and into hell, the dim lighting down the hall, the glass doors that do not reflect anything, looks like a child’s imagination of the opposite of heaven.The top floor of the glass building is colder than a morgue, the air conditioning in strategic positions not exactly helping either. Polished concrete floors. Steel framed windows. Air that smells faintly metallic, Ew.The place seems a little bit deserted and a little bit too silent for this mid afternoon period where staffs are supposed to be wandering around, talking and gossiping over cups of coffee and snacks, waiting for the time they can head for home.Ahead, the gla
It takes about an hour.One long, slow, silent hour between the couple.Bethany stubbornly keeps her back turned toward Arthur, stewing in her own complicated swirl of already fake anger and her pride not wanting to speak first.Bethany tries.God, she tries to stay mad at him but...For a full hour, she gives Arthur the full on, patented silent treatment, staring stubbornly at the wall on the other side of thr bed, answering in one word grunts if he so much as breathes too loudly so he’ll catch himself from disturbing her ‘sleep’.But she’s very terrible at it.She’s always been terrible at it when it came to people she loved.She cracks before the sixty minute mark, because when she finally turns her head, awkwardly and carefully because of the neck brace, she sees him sitting at the very edge of her hospital bed.Not looking at her.Not doing anything visible to her.Just… sitting there by the bedside.Palms flat on the mattress. Head bowed.Like he’s waiting to be sentenced. He do
The hallway is dim and seemingly never ending. Just like is her job to do this once in a while, she is going to do it once again before clocking out of work for the day.Ana Yang walks briskly down the sterile, silver lit corridor of Unique Auditing’s private floor. Her heels click sharply against the marble tile, echoing between the glass walls and chrome doors, ignoring everyone she meets on her way since she has one single focus in mind, do this and get the hell out of here.She clutches a thick folder to her chest, filled with updates, invoices, coded communications. The usual weapons of their currently losing war, she’ll be dropping off the file with the ceo before leaving.Ahead of her, the double doors to the CEO's office loom like the gates of some modern day hell.She swipes her keycard. The lock clicks and the doors swing open.Inside, the room is dim, only thin shafts of light cutting across the floor from narrow windows. And, as always, the swivel chair behind the vast ma
The fourth day in the hospital after the blast seemed just as bleak as the first three days that had come and gone, waiting for Bethany to wake up and open her eyes to absolutely no avail.Arthur hasn’t left her side. Not once, making sure to make sure that she is attended to every single time and cleaning her unconscious body every morning and night.The nurses have stopped trying to convince him to take a break and go home or something. At this point, he’s more permanent than the IV drip standing by her bedside. Martha comes and goes, bringing fresh clothes, home cooked meals that Arthur barely touches, whispered encouragements he barely hears but nods smilingly at anyway, the old woman already has too much on her neck so Arthur always manages to persuade her to go back home as well each time.He sits beside her now, as he has for four days, one hand curled over Bethany’s motionless fingers, holding them as though he is using his body’s warmth to remind her of the way back to him, b
Time slows.Bethany’s fingers brush the handle of the driver’s side door just as the second beep-beep fades into the air. A bird chirps from the lamp post above the lot. The wheels of a nearby shopping cart squeal as someone exits the pharmacy across the road. Arthur opens his mouth to say something…And the world erupts.BOOM.It’s not just a noise., it’s a force. A living, monstrous thing that tears through air, glass, and metal like paper. The car explodes in a big explosion of fire and shrapnel, its roof splitting, hurling into the sky. The windshield vaporizes in a white hot flash and for the person standing right next to the explosion...Bethany is thrown violently backward. Not a stumble. Not a fall. She is launched into the air like a ragdoll and what goes up, always comes down.Her body hits the ground very hard. The sound is sickening, skin on pavement, ribs crunching, skull cracking and the audible sound of all of it.Then stillness.Alarms scream in every direction. The
The man walks in front of the station like he’s trying not to walk into a landmine, slow, tentative steps. He stops at the top of the stairs, takes one deep sigh, rubs his weak looking eyes and takes the few more steps into the building.He does not take big strides and no waving hands. Just quiet, precise steps through the front doors of the Precinct, wearing a weather beaten hoodie and jeans that have seen better years. His eyes are the kind that don’t blink enough, too haunted to remember how.Or at least that is what it looks like to whoever cares to give him a glance.At the front desk, Officer Laney gives him the once over. She’s halfway through sipping her third iced latte when she asks, “Can I help you sir?”The man doesn’t answer at first, first choosing to check if she is a police officer since she is in civilian clothes, then seeing her badge in her hands, he sighs audibly before responding, saying…“I need to talk to someone. Someone in charge of a particular case here.”L
Rumors begin less than three days later.Apparently, grabbing a cup of coffee with a beautiful female Major is grounds for rumors, and even people whom you don’t know who begin to study your every move. The rumors, with truths in them however, rage on the barracks.They spread like heat on dry bush. Fast, wild and pretty much unstoppable. A Major seen sneaking smiles at a Lieutenant during drills, the same Lieutenant caught slipping out of the officer's quarters too early in the morning.Chara doesn’t as much as flinch when she hears then, she’s pretty much used to the weight of judgment.Chara doesn’t pretend to care, not at all.She keeps her chin high, her stride sharp like the boss lady that she is, like no one dares say it to her face, because they really do not dare say it to her face.But Mason hears it.He hears them and unlike Chara with her own steely indifference, he is not indifferent to it.And it gets harder to ignore, mostly because it is not all about him but her.Mason