Masuk
TARA’S POV
Cameras flashed everywhere as Daniel and I stepped out of the exhibition hall, fingers intertwined. Voices came from every angle as we walked down the red carpet. “We love you Mr and Mrs. Bryce,” someone from the crowd screamed. “I want a husband like yours, Tara,” another yelled. I waved gently, blew kisses and chuckled. I played my part as a perfect couple. My husband, Daniel waved at them with a smile. If only they knew what went on underneath. Our car was already parked in front of the hall. We slid in, finally escaping the eyes of the public, then the car zoomed off. Daniel's eyes became fixed on his phone the moment he sat down. He kept refreshing his messages every 5 seconds, eyes flickering between me and his phone. He wore a forced smile every time he looked at me. Then his phone beeped. “Stop the car,” Daniel instructed the driver, but we were only a few miles away from the event centre. I took a peak at his phone while he spoke, and Deborah had texted. My chest tightened, I shook my head and looked outside the window, tears welling up in my eyes. “Baby, I have an urgent meeting with a client. I'll be home late, so don't stay up waiting,” he said, turning my face towards him for a kiss, but I instinctively moved my head without saying a word. “Don't be dramatic, Tara. I need to work." “Be good babe,” I said with a smile that didn't meet my eyes. He left the car in a hurry and hailed a cab. “Follow that car,” I instructed the driver sternly. He turned and shot up a brow. “But ma’am, the boss wouldn't like that.” “I said… follow… that… car.” “If we lose him, you lose your job,” I said wide eyed and he stepped on it. We tailed the car for about 10 minutes and the direction it took was not one that led to Daniel's office. I sat nervous, I had my suspicions but I convinced myself I was simply overthinking things. It seemed that was about to change. I secretly prayed that he was actually going to meet a client. My heart hammered against my chest as the car came to a halt. BENVIEW HOTEL, I stood in front of my car, which was parked on the other side of the road. The floor-to-ceiling glass entrance offered a clear view of the lobby, revealing the grand scale of the hotel. I stood in anticipation as my husband sat at the reception awaiting what I assumed was the arrival of his guest. Almost immediately a black G-wagon parked in front of the hotel entrance. The car looked really familiar. It looked so much like the car he bought for me on our last anniversary but took it back a few months after, because according to him, the car wasn't a good fit for his wife. Maybe he sold it. A lady stepped out of the car dressed in a black fitted mini dress with a sheer, layered ruffle design, fully accessorised in gold and a pointed black heel. The driver zoomed off and I could see the interior of the hotel again. My husband was no longer seated. The lady in black approached Daniel who had his arms wide open. I swallowed hard, tightening my grip on my bag. My hands became clammy. She did a small happy dance as she walked to him and Daniel hugged her with a wide smile, slightly grabbing her ass. My knees locked. I lost my footing, as though the floor had turned to water. “No, It can't be. It must have been a mistake.” As though that wasn't greeting enough, he kissed her. Not quick. Not hidden. Like she belonged to him. My chest tightened. He hasn't kissed me like that in a long time. I couldn't stand the sight anymore. I had heard rumors of my husband cheating, and got anonymous tips that could help me catch him. I even saw ladies nude in his email but I refused to believe all that. I trusted my husband, the tears that welled up in my eyes, stung really bad and finally rolled down my cheek. I'd loved Daniel since high school. I thought he was the one… my night in shining armour. Every time I got those hints, I'd ask so I don't begin conceiving thoughts in my head. “They're just jealous people trying to ruin our happy home.” He'd always say. But this… in front of me was my lawfully wedded husband exchanging saliva with a whore in a hotel reception not even away from the public eye. And he'll kiss me when he gets home. Disgusting. I headed back to the car, away from the eyesore at the hotel then my phone beeped. It was a notification from the anonymous tipper. I stopped in my step. A picture of Daniel and the lady in nude entangled just as I had seen, with a short message. “Leave that marriage, you deserve way better than a husband that has been cheating all 5years of your marriage.” The message read. After reading the message, it all started coming back. From the first year of our marriage. He was never completely present. There was always something he had to do at the last minute, the hushed calls, the midnight messages, the no checking each other's phone rule. I was blinded by love that I didn't notice. I turned, wiped the little tears off my face and headed for the hotel. One would think I would cry my eyes out after seeing my husband with another woman, but little did I even know that the pictures and emails from the anonymous person were building up my courage for this moment. And whether I accepted it back then or not, I always knew deep down that Daniel was a cheat. It hurts to see my husband with someone else… yes. But what would hurt even more is if I let them have their way. With deliberate strides, I stormed into the hotel. Just as they were about to head upstairs. I clapped. Loudly. Slowly, it made them turn. “Well, well, Mr. Daniel Bryce,” I started off slowly, wearing a smile that didn't meet my eyes. “Husband to… Mrs. Tara Daniel Bryce, which… by the way is me.” I raised my ring finger towards the lady and she rolled her eyes. “Thought you had a meeting with a client.” I turned to my husband who now had his hand tucked into his pocket. “Tara, What's this?” He responded. “I should be asking you that question. This doesn't look like a meeting with a client.” “Who is she?” My voice was firm, my hands placed on my waist. “I told you to go home earlier. What are you doing here and why are you causing a scene in front of my guest?” My eyes and mouth shot open. “I'm causing a scene in front of your guest?” I made sure to stretch to word guest, obviously scanning the lady from head to toe. Daniel rubbed his temple, like he was already tired of me. The lady stood there, quiet, like she knew I was fighting a lost battle. Daniel approached me, grabbed my arm forcefully and dragged me outside. I looked back at the woman he was picking over me, then she winked, blew me a kiss and grinned pathetically. I turned to Daniel and he didn't care. I became too weak to even force myself off his grip. There's no use fighting for what's not mine anymore. “I’ll see you at home, Tara.” His grip tightened before he let go. “And next time… stay out of my business.” I stood there, watching him walk back to her. Not even a glance back. Something inside me snapped. He thought I would stay quiet. He thought I would endure. He was wrong.TARA'S POV By the time I got to the museum, my stomach was already in knots.Or rather…By the time I got there, I was already regretting every decision I had made in the last seventy-two hours.Sebastian Hale.The rogue.The billionaire.The man whose hands I apparently couldn’t stop thinking about.My hands were sweaty but I didn't care. I tightened my grip around my purse.Professional.This was professional.Nothing more.The black Rolls-Royce waiting outside the museum snapped me out of my thoughts.A man in a suit stepped out immediately like he had been waiting for my car to pull over.“Mrs. Bryce?”I swallowed.“Yes.”“Mr. Hale sent me.”Of course he did.I looked at my phone screen. 10 : 45 am and cleared my throat.“You were supposed to pick me up by 11. It's not time yet.” “You need to be seated by 11. No one keeps the boss waiting.” He said more like a robot than a human.I took a deep breath and nodded. So much for putting myself together before the driver arrives.The
TARA'S POVI didn’t move.My hand remained on the guest room handle.For a second, I wondered if pretending I hadn’t heard him would somehow save me from this conversation.But it wouldn’t.I inhaled slowly.“Who’s the one?” I asked quietly, finally turning.Daniel stood at the end of the hallway. Buttons undone, tie loosened and sleeves rolled.His expression was unreadable.“Don’t play dumb with me, Tara.” His voice stayed calm.“Sebastian Hale.”My stomach tightened.He took a slow step forward.“You looked awfully comfortable in his arms.”I swallowed hard.“Daniel,” I said calmly, “I'm expecting Stella and she'll be here in a few minutes. I need to get ready.”“I don't have time for whatever it is you're trying to start.”I turned back to the door. It was best I avoided this conversation, I sucked at lying, especially to Daniel.“Don’t take another step,” he said, firmer this time.I rolled my eyes and turned back slowly.“What exactly is your problem?” I asked.His eyes twitched
TARA'S POV Daniel's voice cut through the air. Sharp and possessive.My body stiffened instantly.But Sebastian didn’t move. Not even a flinch.His hand were still on me.My heart pounded I pulled away from his grip. Gulped hard and smoothed my dress.Daniel was approaching us with deliberate strides and soon the attention of the guests at the exhibition was on us.Cameras began to flash, hushed voices echoed from every angle. I glanced at Sebastian who stood composed with his hands in his pocket.Like the scene was nothing. And then at Daniel who was ready to have an outburst. He approached Mr. Hale, breathing heavily. “Babe… Babe,” I hurriedly moved towards him before he could get to where Sebastian stood.He simply shoved me aside and continued heading in Sebastian’s direction.I looked around and everyone was still, waiting for Daniel to explode.Daniel stopped right in front of him.Too close. The room went still. Even the cameras stopped.Sebastian didn’t move.Didn’t ste
TARA'S POV A small smile formed on my lips.Daniel came after all.At that moment, I was ready to forget everything that had happened because he showed up.I turned, the smile already forming.“Ba..” I paused.Wrong person.But that voice.“Your confidence is admirable, Mrs. Bryce,” the voice said calmly.My brows pulled together slightly as I looked up.“Thank you,” I said too quickly.Something about him made my heart race.I coughed, awkwardly. Why would he address me by my name first?“Enjoying the Exhibition?” I added.He stood confidently, head high, like he owned the place.His eyes drifted past the crowd for a second.“Oh! Yes, I am,” he said. “Beautiful pieces, I must say.”His gaze lingered on me for a second too long…Then shifted slowly toward the painting behind me.Chaos.“Interesting choice for a centerpiece,” he said.Not impressed.Not dismissive either. I swallowed hard.“Yes…” I found my voice. “Art isn't about perfection.” He chuckled, putting his hands in hi
TARA'S POVDaniel didn't come home that night, and for the first time in a long time… I didn’t wait for him, didn't care enough to ask whyI got home, dropped my bag, and headed straight for the bathroom.I stood under the shower, letting the water run down my skin… washing away everything from the day.The anger. The humiliation. The pain.When I stepped out, I felt different. Not lighter. Not happier. But… calmer.I got my laptop, finalized the acquisition of the remaining art pieces and then laid face up on the bed.Maybe I didn’t need Daniel.I just needed to be bold enough to prove it.The night went by really fast. I jolted awake at the sound of my alarm.8 : 15 amI had to be at Holloway museum by 9:30 am. The private viewing was by 10 and a lot was yet to be organised.I had a quick bath, and slid into a tailored cream suit, the sharp lines sitting perfectly against my body.My hair was pulled into a low bun. A few strands escaped, softening the edges.I packed my dress for t
TARA'S POVMy eyes caught Stella's car the moment I stepped out of the building. My hands were still shaking. I forced my legs to move.One step Then another.By the time I got to her car, I tried to pull my face together.“Hi babes,” I said, trying to force a smile. My eyes were still red and stinging from the tears.Stella didn't bother returning the greeting. She just looked at me. Like really looked at me. “Don’t,” she said calmly.I blinked, pressing my lips against each other. “Don't try to pretend, Tara,” her voice softened.“You were crashing out a few minutes ago.”“What happened?” She asked, turning fully towards me. “You know you can talk to me.”I swallowed.Hard I tried to hold it in. The hurt.The tearsBut Stella was my safe space. I breathed in. Ready to let it out. Let out all that my heart carries.“Just get me out of here, Stella,” my voice broke.“I’ll be better when I'm out of here.”Silence lingered for a while.Stella locked eyes with mine and my best







