LOGINCHAPTER 10✍
️ “I felt something I had tried so much to bury for the past 2years, pain, anger. Heaven knows how much I had tried to forgive Charles, but I just couldn’t. He left me at my most vulnerable time without looking back. He didn’t even care I caught him cheating, he just….,” I stopped cause I couldn’t bear to stand there with him for even two seconds more, so I threw his hands off mine and slapped him across his cranky face. “Don’t you fucking dare touch me, you bastard,” I told him, pointing my fingers at him, my eyes shooting daggers. If eyes could kill, I’m sure he’d be six feet below by now. He touched his cheeks with his head down, before he looked up to look me in the eye. “Starr please, let me explain,” He said, his voice cracking from stuttering. But I didn’t care, all I wanted was for him to go back into the dark just like he did 2years ago. “I don’t care what you have to say, Charles,” I told him, my voice laced with anger and firmness. Never again send me what you sent at the restaurant, and I never want to see your annoying face again.” I noticed a car pull out in front of our gate, and Lizzy and Tania rushed out, but Lizzy was racing steadily to meet me. She got in front of us and was shocked to see Charles in front of me. “You bastard, what the hell are you doing here?” She asked him hurriedly. “Lizzy, please help me convince Starr, I just want to have a conversation with her,” He said, his voice laced with something I couldn’t point out. But Lizzy attacked him immediately. She slapped him, and I loved her more that minute. He deserves those hits. “You are even more crazy than I thought you were. Really? You’ve got some nerve showing up here, after everything you put my friend through, I should speak to her on your behalf? You know I’ve always hated you, remember? So please just do the honor and leave!” She said, but I beat her to it. “I never want to see you here again, Ex, and if you ever do, I promise I’ll fucking arrest you,” I concluded, so I took Lizzy’s hands in mine, Tania and Ella were already in, so it was just easy and I added so he’d get it clearly, “ And don’t forget to say Hi to your beloved wife for me,” I added and banged the gate to his face. Immediately we got inside the house, Lizzy was so furious, and she started raining all kinds of insults at him, “That son of a bitch,” Lizzy muttered when I finished. “He thinks he can just waltz back into your life after all these years?” But I just sat there, I said nothing, just staring out into space. I did the only thing my mind could think of, question myself like an insane person. And honestly, I meant it when I said I’d arrest him, if he ever comes here again. Tania nodded in agreement. “You’re better off without him, Starr. Don’t even stress to think about him, okay?” But Ella’s expression was more thoughtful after keeping quiet for a very long time, so she finally said something.“I don’t know, guys. Maybe we should hear him out. Maybe he’s changed.” I raised an eyebrow, surprised by Ella’s defense of Charles. “You can’t be serious,” I said, feeling a surge of anger. “After everything he did to me?” What am I even saying? You won’t even understand,cause you know nothing about what happened, so I expect you to say this. So she responded after I said that. “ Yeah, I know nothing about what happened, but trust me all I care about is calling this a night, cause it has really been provoking,” she said that and ran up the stairs immediately, going to her room. And I don’t even understand why she’s being like that, since I walked into that restaurant, her expression changed but I couldn’t place my hands on it so I just took it off my mind. Moreover, my problems are my problems with no one to share them with except from Lizzy, who was there from the onset of everything. Ella’s POV I stormed off to my room, anger and jealousy simmering just below the surface. I couldn’t believe what I had witnessed at the restaurant - Seven barely even acknowledged my presence, his eyes fixed on Starr all night. It was like I was invisible. I slammed my door shut, feeling a pang of hurt and rejection. Why did Seven have to be so obvious to his interest in Starr? Didn’t he know how I felt? I thought they wouldn’t have any sort of connection, cause Starr hates men, but now seven was definitely going to go for Starr. I thought to myself. I paced back and forth in my room, trying to calm down, but my mind kept racing. I felt a surge of resentment towards Starr, which I knew wasn’t fair. I’m sure Starr doesn’t know about my feelings for Seven, but still, it hurt to see Seven so clearly interested in someone else. I flopped down on my bed, feeling miserable and alone. Why did things have to be so complicated? “I think what I need to do is dress more revealing and sexy to get his attention,” I said to myself, a hint of desperation creeping into my voice. “But I don’t even have many revealing, beautiful clothes. “I’ll just borrow some of her clothes, and maybe, just maybe, Seven will finally notice me,” It’s not like they suit her ,and I’m even more beautiful and fair skinned than she is. Her style is so... loud and tacky. But I suppose it’s effective, so I’ll just do that. I gazed longingly at my own wardrobe, feeling like it was lacking in the sultry department. I had always been content with my classic, understated style, but now I felt like I was below. It was time to shake things up. And what better way to do that, than with a little help from my fashion-forward friend, who has money and a big boutique so definitely I would be able to get fashionable dresses, and at this point I don’t care if I steal them or not, I just want Seven to be mine. My eyes narrowed as I thought about Starr’s fashion choices. I had always considered myself the more refined one, while Starr was more... flashy. But hey, if borrowing Starr’s clothes was what it took to get Seven’s attention, then so be it. “I’ll just take her clothes and make them look even better on me,” I thought, a confident smile spreading across my face. “After all, I’m the one with the real beauty and charm. Starr’s just a try-hard.” I thought, a plan forming in my mind. I smirked, the corner of my lips curving into a sinister smile, “I know exactly how to scatter everything.”Ella’s words stayed in my head longer than I wanted. Maybe he’s hiding something and maybe he’s not. “you’re not thinking clearly.”I kept on saying that to my self over and over again for the past 3days. “Maybe your marriage won’t survive.” Those particularly words we’re so firm.I tried to shake them off, but they kept echoing… echoing… echoing until it felt like the room itself was breathing her poison.Snapping out of my reverie, I instantly made up my mind to lie to him and figure it out in marriage just like I concluded months back.I leaned back against the wall, my chest rising and falling faster than normal.My fingers trembled a little.Then the edges of the room began to blur.Not again.My eye blinked very sharp as flash of pain crawled behind my left eye, and just like that… everything felt distant… muffled… as if I was sinking underwater.I blinked… slow… too slow.I remember hearing my heartbeat.I remember whispering Seven’s name.And then—Nothing.A blank space in my
Main chapter 115Hours later, Tania and Lizzy had probably gone out because I heard the front door shut loudly with Lizzy screaming down her lungs saying see you later after we all had that long conversation that ended with the two of them, trying to calm my racing heart down. Cause I couldn’t stop talking about Trisha. What if he was truly lying to go see one of those numerous girls that loves being all over him.After all, they’re better women with conception ability.So for the past two hours the house have been quiet. With the wind blowing down it’s breeze and flipping my chiffon curtains.I crossed my legs over each other, sitting on my soft mattress, staring blankly at the walls of my room. The photograph still burned in my mind — the boy, the younger version of me, the family smiling like nothing could ever go wrong. I pressed my palms to my face, trying to make sense of it all.A soft knock on the door made me start.“Starr? You in there?”I recognized the voice immedia
The Next Morning 🌅The sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains, painting soft golden patterns across the bed. My head still ached faintly, but the dizziness had eased. I reached for my phone and blinked at the time — 7:43 a.m.Seven wasn’t beside me. His side of the bed was empty, the sheets already cool. I sat up, rubbing my temples as flashes of last night returned — the nausea, the photo, the haunting sense that something was slipping through my fingers.The faint sound of voices drifted from downstairs. I slipped into one of Seven’s shirts and padded barefoot toward the stairs. Halfway down, I stopped.He was on the phone again.“…I told you I’ll take care of it,” he said, his tone clipped. “No, she doesn’t know anything yet. And she won’t — not until I’m ready to have that discussion with her.”My breath caught.There was a long pause before he spoke again, softer this time. “I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. Even if it costs me.”“Moreover, I’m not still sure about
Days Later ⏱The last three days have been nothing short of blissful. Sometimes, I still catch myself smiling for no reason — just thinking about everything that’s happened.Seven and I finally went to Nigeria to see my father. It had been almost a year since I last saw him, and as the car pulled into our compound, a wave of memories came rushing back — childhood laughter, long evenings under the mango tree, and the sound of his voice calling me “my sunshine.”He was already waiting on the veranda when we arrived. The moment he saw me step out of the car, he opened his arms wide, and I ran straight into them. His familiar scent — a mix of aftershave and home — wrapped around me like comfort.“Daddy,” I whispered, smiling through tears.“My daughter,” he said softly, holding me tighter. “You’ve grown into everything your mother once dreamed you’d be.”Then he looked at Seven, who stood a few steps away, waiting respectfully. My father’s eyes softened even more.“And you must be t
That night, long after everyone had gone to bed, although Seven was in the bathroom, I lay awake staring at the ceiling. My phone glowed faintly in my hand, showing me pictures of my boutique in Dubai. The racks of dresses, the soft lighting, the gold letters of my name shining proudly above the entrance—it all looked so far away, like a life I wasn’t sure I’d get to keep.Was I really supposed to leave it behind? My customers, my work, everything I built from scratch? The idea of starting over in New York pressed on my chest, heavy and suffocating.The bathroom door opened, and Seven walked out with a towel slung around his shoulders. His eyes went straight to me. I quickly shoved my phone under the pillow.“You’re still awake?” he asked, his voice low.“Couldn’t sleep,” I said, forcing a small smile.He sat down on the bed beside me and took my hand. “You’ve been quiet all evening. What’s going on?”“Nothing,” I lied quickly. “I’m fine.”He leaned in, kissed my forehead. “Whatever i
Seven kissed the top of my head like that would stitch me back together, then pulled back just enough to study my face. He searched my eyes as if he could exorcise Kenzie’s words with a look.“We don’t have to stay,” he said quietly. “If you want, we can leave. Now.”For a second, I almost nodded. I wanted nothing more than to escape—to shrink away from the laughter, the looks, the sense that the world had turned against me. But something stubborn lurched up inside me, hot and fierce. I had never been good at running from things that hurt me; I had a habit of staying until I understood why they hurt.“No,” I told him before I could talk myself out of it. My voice was small, but there was a steadiness beneath it. “I don’t want to make a scene. But I—” I swallowed. “I want you to stand with me. Not to argue with them, but just—be here.”He nodded, relief loosening his shoulders. “Always,” he said. “I’ll be right here.”Seven’s words lingered even after he left the hallway. “I’ll always







