LOGINFELICIAFor days, I've wallowed in pain. That wasn't the problem, the pregnancy was growing and I was growing even more worried about it.Based on how he treated me the last time, I had avoided him for a whole week, but today, the pain feels thicker.Sooner than I expect, my belly would be bulging out and I wouldn't have an explanation to give to Harry who was too busy fucking other women and saw me like shit. We haven't had sex in like forever, we can't even do that anytime soon. And I don't know what to do.This feeling is painful and now, I can only wish I hadn't met him that night, I can only wish Harry was sensible enough.I just don't know what to do. And from my little experience with him these past few weeks, I've come to realize that sometimes, it's not love into which unbreakable bonds are built, but it's the decency of merciful lies and it hurts to know that I'm caught in world of two men and losing what I never really had.But then again, staying here and worrying all day
RICHARD I paced around the office endlessly, somehow, my heart was racing faster than I expected, something I couldn't explain. What's really going on? All of a sudden, one random woman walks into my life, claiming I got her pregnant. To make it worse, she was Harry Sterling’s wife; the man I had been discussing a merger with my company with for some time now. How on earth is that even possible? I asked myself loudly. It quickly occurred to me that this was a set-up, nothing else. Why does this resemble a pattern only one person would employ to get to me? I just couldn't wrap my head around anything, as the thoughts just kept on flying around in my head. I placed my hand gently on my temple as the headache threatened to split my head in two. She claims she doesn't know my father, but the pieces just fit in perfectly. I had slept with a lot of women and I remembered the day she said we had sex. Yes, but how on earth could it be that the wife of the man that wanted a merger fo
FELICIA “You're pregnant ma'am,” the doctor's voice still rang in my head as I sat in the living room, my arms folded. It's been three days since I slept with that call boy. I feel ashamed of myself right now. But I still remembered that night, just one mistake and I'm used as a scape goat. I don't know how Harry will take it and I can't even tell him about this. The image of him was still in my head, his scent, everything. I still feel ashamed after that night, he didn't collect the money and I didn't see his face. I'm a whore and it breaks me to know that's the truth. He just vanished that morning, leaving only a cufflink that I accidentally found when I was packing my stuff by the drawer and honestly, it still surprises me. I held it and stared at it, his initials were boldly written and I couldn't say it, it felt too heavy in my mouth, too unreal. The slamming of the door made me jerk sharply, my gaze quickly locked towards it. Of course there’s only one annoying human who
RICHARD Bloody hell! I was in my hotel room, pacing around endlessly, my mind racing with thoughts. I was in a hotel room; you could say I was hiding away. From whom? You may ask. My own father of course, the man wanted something from me. I wasn't ready to give him…not now, not ever. “Just get the fuck away from me!” I screamed at the voice in my head, kicking my legs in the air. But in the interim, at least I've got something to use and cool off from the heat. Just as I expected, I heard a knock on my door. When she walked in, I wasn't seeing her face clearly from the mask, but her aura was strong and exuded confidence and power. I didn't waste time too, it was a paid job after all, I'll handle her well, just like my whores. “Strip!” I ordered immediately. She hesitated for a second, almost as if she was surprised or something and thereafter, took off the coat she wore and revealed the lingerie, just as I had ordered. Good girl. I walked over to her, my steps calculated
FELICIA “I want an open marriage!” Harry's voice shook me as he slammed the door behind me.I was only trying to enjoy the show on the TV when he walked in.I rushed over, but the man I saw wasn't the man I married, he wasn't the man I knew. His face was stern and bitter with hate.“Harry, what do you mean?!” I asked; my voice was firm but deep down, my heart was racing with panic. “What has gotten into you?!” There was a tiny crack in my voice now and he caught that immediately, he sensed the fear and it was evident with that subtle flicker in his eyes.“Harry…”He didn't let me finish, he shoved some documents to me rudely and the papers flew around, I scrambled to gather them while he just stood with heavy breaths and a cold scowl. I scanned the documents carefully, making sure I reread every sentence and understood it's full context before I turned back to him. My voice hitched in my throat as I stared at him. At this point, I'm very sure he's clearly not in his right senses.“S







