"We promised honesty before romance."
I turn my body so we're facing each other but quickly hide my face in his chest. He strokes my hair as he hugs me tight, none of us utter even a word despite his serious enquiry just now.
"Okay, you don't have to tell me anything," He kisses the top of my head multiple times, "But I hope you wouldn't do anything before speaking to me."
I sure know the real meaning behind it. But I choose to keep quiet and hug him back. I love this man so much both of us know very well the fact that he doesn't deserve to be with someone like me.
He deserves better, someone who would treat him the way he should be treated. Not with a half ass attitude I'm giving right now.
I finally lift my face after gathe
"Owen...""Hmm?""What if I'm not pregnant?"The finger he's been using to draw circles on my bare tummy stops abruptly upon hearing my enquiry. He lifts his face to look at me, "Are you wishing you're not pregnant?""I want the baby as much as you want it," I continue playing with his hair as I've been ten minutes ago, "I just wonder what will happen if I'm not pregnant. We clearly never planned for this, so what will happen next if we get a negative?"I don't understand why I'm asking this question because I clearly have the answer; we'd proceed with our life as we've decided three days ago before this pregnancy scare- me going forward with my life plan, and him out of my life doing whatever he's supposed to do, without me.
How. Can. I. Possibly. NOT. Pregnant?! It's ridiculous, really. I'm a healthy 23 year old woman, who's clearly in her prime child-bearing age, has been having sex with a man nearly every day which on those days can be up to three times a day, so how, on earth, can I not be pregnant? This is infuriating. Outrageous. Impossible! "You must be relieved." I sneer as I pour the last drop of liquid from the bottle of Rose into my glass. I've celebrated the news with a bottle as soon as we hung up. "Not more than you." He throws the same tone at me, swirling
A bad marriage is worse than no marriage at all. That's what I said to my sister every time she confides to me about his husband's infidelity.That's what I also told Owen, that if he has a change of heart, just let me know and let me go. Because we'll never know what the future holds; it's better to be prepared than be burned when everything's too late. Afterall we started our relationship with honesty before romance and have been practising this for as long as I can remember.We started our life as husband and wife at Aberdeen a week after our grand wedding in London. It was rushed but it was definitely perfect, just like the one I've been dreaming of. Thank God for a rich husband that we managed to afford all the last-minute
I always admire people who never forget their friends regardless how long it's been since they last met.Four years ago, I was proud to be one of those people, to lend a hand when needed. Isn't there a saying a friend in need is a friend indeed?My boss was supposed to be one of the panels for new employee recruitment but he had a family emergency so he asked me to replace him. That's the moment I met Evie after our last encounter at New York.I was totally surprised to know she hadn't landed a single job in oil and gas industry despite graduated around the same time as me. Instead, she had been working as a cashier and part-time cleaner. It was weird considering she's married to a billionaire; how the hell a wife to one of the ri
"There she is," Karl whispers to me as I smile to myself seeing Evie walks on the white carpet in her eldest's son arm.The entire top deck of this cruise ship is filled with champagne colored roses making it the most beautiful wedding deco I've ever seen. The view is spectacular because the ship is anchored with mountains as the background, sea breeze filling the air, the right temperature and weather; everything is absolutely perfect and dreamy.Thirteen year old Mason is so much taller than her mother. I was already surprised seeing his twin, Mimi next to their dad at the stage, holding the ring as they wait for Evie and Mason, but seeing the teenage boy himself, oh my God. He's gonna break girls' heart soon enough.Two identical flower boys whom I believe are Evie and Augustine's twin toddlers walk with an adorable flower girl in the middle, scattering champagne colored rose petals as Evie and Mason walk behind them.The song stops after Mason hands out Evie to his father, and I ca
Pao is two years old.Owen met Hugo three years ago.Owen and Hugo got married two years ago.So to sum it up, Pao is their daughter, but was born before they got married officially. Because currently I'm comparing the date of birth versus the date of the wedding.There is no information when I google about Owen, he didn't even post about Pao at his social media. That's why I have no idea he's already married and has a kid. He hasn't updated anything about his personal life, they're all about his restaurants or his cookware brand or his modelling photos.Hugo, however, his entire life is on spotlight that I know even the name of his four ex
Thank God for workaholic coworkers that have the highest level of ignorance, no boundary whatsoever on work-life balance because the moment my phone rang I picked it up and packed up to get away from my ex. There's a reason they're an ex. An ex should always stay an ex. They belong to the past, nowhere near my future. I ended up giving him a fake number then flashed from the scene, ditching my earlier plan to spend my entire lunch break at the park. It's somehow funny, though I'm somewhat mad, by the audacity of this man to even talk to me when four years ago he left me without any last word. Or last year when he met me again but there wasn't even an apology. Or regret, remorse. Nothing of that sort that signify he's impacted as bad as I was. "Estelle."
"I usually give her sweet stuff only on Saturdays because it's not school night. Now since it's summer, Hugo sneaks in chocolate or something behind my back all the time. So tired of chasing her to bed."He's been ranting like a true housewife, reminding me of my mom so much I bet he'd fit right in her circle. It's refreshing to see this side of him. He has all those DILF package, too bad he's married and gay.Though he certainly got my uterus vibrating again, itching to fill it with something so we'd have one Pao each.Huh, if only I can get pregnant that easy.