Annabel's POVIn the days that followed after our argument, Myron did not speak a word to me. He moved in and out of the house without a single word however his gaze lingered on me long before he realized his oblivion.I didn't understand what was going on. Although he isn't the Myron I knew, I liked the fact that he wasn't trying to force himself on me anymore or throwing shades at Scott and speaking about hid love for me.Perhaps he is going through some sort of reckoning. Has he finally decided to let me go? I sighed, I know it would hurt. I know how what heartbreak feels like and I hate that I am the reason behind it.Believe it or not, I am truly grateful for everything Myron helped me achieve. I couldn't have come this far without him however, what I cannot do is deny myself happiness and it is not with Myron.Footsteps snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to find Myron coming down from the stairs dressed in a complete casual wear. His look was dashing and his jet black hair
Michelle's POVI rolled on my bed for the umpteenth time that night.I couldn't sleep. My mind was anchored on Myron's heroic and effortless save. What worried me the most is how differently I now see him. I used to see him as the bad guy, the aider of Annabel's deceit however, this was when my mind was wrapped around Scott.With my mind in a healing process, I could see myself in Myron- heartbroken, desperate yet on the brink of giving up.I stepped out of bed and drew in a deep breath. Annabel was right. With a clear mind, everything started to fit in place.God..I face palmed myself, how long I have been in the dark trapped by my love for Scott!Staring at Myron's sadness earlier, it made me wonder if I looked exactly like that. I should look even worse.I felt pity for Myron. He'd helped Annabel, stayed by her side for three years just like me, but received no love in the end.Just like me, he had cared for another's child just so our partners could finally love us. I realized
Michelle's POVI gasped, "Myron?" "What are you doing here?"He cocked his brows and muttered, "You're welcome."I tried getting up but couldn't. I discovered I must have sprained my ankle. I bit my lips. Why does fate have to bring Myron as my helper?Of all people."You'd rather be alone here than ask for help?" I heard him say and was still debating in my mind when I saw him turn around in a bid to leave."Wait." I cried out, I guess I'll have to make do with what fate provided, be it my enemy."Please help me," I said with no ounce of plea in my tone.He placed his arms beneath mine and helped me up."You just forced a helpless woman to beg you," I said when I was up, "Would you really have walked away?"He smirked, "You call yourself helpless?? Need I remind you that you pushed Annabel down a flight of stairs?"My lips set into a thin line. I let go off his shoulder and would have lost my balance if he did not circle his arms around me."I was still helpless in that situation."
Michelle's POVThe next one week was a living hell.I wanted to return to Scott, I wanted to go back to living in misery and a loveless marriage but the other part of me chose to live in this pain than that of my marriage with Scott.I was learning to live without Scott. No matter how hard it seemed, I stopped myself from going back to him. I lived in isolation for a week and when it felt like I was going crazy, I went for an evening walk underneath the snow.It was actually the first time in many years I was taking a good look at people's lives...kids everywhere...happy faces....people with a purpose in life.It felt like I'd stepped out of a bondage I'd confined myself in for so many years. I witnessed genuine smiles and happiness at the park. In a house courtyard I watched the family celebrate a birthday party. They were so immersed in their happiness that they failed to see me standing in front of the courtyard for close to an hour, just watching.When I sat under a tree by the w
Michelle's POVI carefully tiptoed back to my room where I sunk at the foot of my bed and cried my eyes out. It was hard to believe that Annabel is my sister.Why did my father keep this from me? Just how much secret did he hide away? When Annabel displayed the photo of my father and her mother my mind clicked back to when Mrs King moved in here when Annabel got married to Scott.The woman was always kind to me, she made me breakfast, lunch and even dinner. When I prove stubborn and refuse to eat she was the only one who'd make me eat.Back then, I thought she was just a pretender since she is Annabel's mother. I never knew that she was in fact, my mother.I squeezed my fist as I remembered the hurtful words I'd hurled at her angrily, I'd treated her like a complete maid while she remained kind to me.The door opened. I lifted my gaze to find Scott. "What are you doing here?" I asked angrily. Staring at him now, I realized that I felt nothing for him. Could it be because of the whi
Annabel's POVShe says to my face, "Never, Annabel! I hate you from the depth of my heart!"If she had said this before I found out about our relationship, it wouldn't have hurt. But right now, hearing that from my sister pierced the deepest part of my heart, not to talk of her icy gaze.For the first time, I began to wonder if Michelle is capable of loving. All through the years she has claimed to love Scott, all I've seen is just entitlement, obsession, and the desire to always be above people.I stared at her and could not reply to her earlier words. If she hates me this much what's with the tears? Unable to take it anymore she turned around and walked up the stairs.I didn't want to stand there and watch the Davis' gloat over me or make me go back on my decision to forfeit this revenge. I turned on my heels and left the house.Scott came after me and stopped me just outside the entrance door."You shouldn't be doing this." I told him, wiping my tears with a tissue paper."Annabel,