"I did not take anything from you, Maria, so stop accusing me. I am not like you, you know? Or should I remind you what you and Damian did to me?" I chip in. "Wow! You are still not over that? And here I thought, You love this man you so much want to marry." "I didn't get over it, because there was nothing to get over to begin with. Damian never had my heart from the word go. Did you see me cry that day? Did I ever ask you why you did it? Did I ask you both for an explanation? Did he tell you something like I was looking for him afterwards? No, right? You did me a huge favour because I was finding it hard to push him away. There was nothing between us, and so, if you thought that by sleeping with him you would hurt me, I'm sorry; your atrocious shameless acts were worth nothing." "Don't expect me to apologize for that. Besides, that is a thing from a long time ago. The topic is your being here." "Exactly. Don't turn the tables on me, because I took nothing from you. When I came her
A broad, devilish smirk is plastered on her face. That smile a witch wears after casting a spell on someone. She has just done that, and now she knows the spell is working. She has won! Game well played, Maria! Again, yet again, she won over me!"You can stay." I mumble once again, and Andy snaps out of his state. I expected him to ask me why I was doing this. Why am I allowing Maria to stay? But he doesn't say a thing. Maybe this is what he wanted; he just didn't know how to say it. I have lessened the burden for him. Now he doesn't have to say it. For him and Angel, I am willing to dine with the devil and even dance with it if that is all it will take to see them out of harm's way. The annoying clicking sound of Maria's heels as she walks back to us again catches our attention once more. She must be doing it on purpose. "You are so intelligent and humane, my dear cousin. Exactly, just as I thought." She mocks us, standing in front of us, but her eyes are on Andy. "I knew you woul
The door flickers open, and Andy drags himself inside. I have cried my eyes out. The eyebags feel so heavy. I can't even afford to look at him. "I came to get Angel. I wanted to sleep with her in my room tonight. But if you are with her, then..." "It's alright, Andy. You can take her." I mumble to him. I know he needs her. I understand his worries, fears, and insecurities when it comes to his daughter. Maria is a big threat at the moment, especially because her motive isn't clear yet. The least I can do is to give him my endless support and understanding. "You too. Let's sleep together tonight, please." He says. He is trying his best to act strong, but I can see how this whole Maria thing is breaking him down. He is shuttered and confused too. He can't even look me straight in the eye. He is cold, cold with fear and defeat. I nod my head, and he scoops Angel up after giving me a faint smile. The three of us walk out, like a family we could have become in a few hours if only this
A thousandth ring! I grit my teeth and switch the damn phone off.How annoying! I understand it's a shock for a wedding to be called off at the very last minute. I get it. It was unexpected! It's inconvenient, alarming, and unbelievable. But didn't we do enough explaining in the emails? What happened to people respecting others' decisions? We are not expecting any understanding from anyone. None at all! We get it. Who cancels their wedding on the morning of the big day, right? That's... Unbelievable. But it is what it is. They can call it crazy. Weird. Madness. Whatever name they want to give it,. The truth is, I will abide by whichever name they choose, and I won't try to defend myself or say anything against it. I have nothing to explain, because who would understand our predicaments, right? But is it so arduous to just accept and respect the fact that we have cancelled the wedding? Come on! I drag my numb legs to the kitchen. Actually, my body cells and nerves died last. I feel
I swallow another bitter sip of coffee, closing my eyes a little as the bitterness washes my throat all the way down. Damn it! I can't take another sip. I pour the remaining water into the sink and start dragging my feet out. "Is it too bitter for your liking?" Oh, this, BITCH!"What do you care?" I snap, turning slowly to look at her ugly face. That's according to my hatred for her, though. The truth is, Maria is a beautiful woman with a fair complexion. With a few touches, she would be the most beautiful model goddess that this nation has ever had. She has been perfectly aware of her alluring beauty from an early age, and she lost no chance in taking advantage of that to tame men. She has screwed dozens, and it's too unfortunate that one of them had to be Andy. Screw this bitch! "Take it easy now, dearest cousin! Actually, I really don't give a damn. But just some friendly advice. Things are never sweet. A little bitterness won't kill either. You should try and make adjustments,
"You are bad! You hurt my mommy." Angel speaks, making Maria stop walking to her, but she is determined to keep her show going. "Sweetie, it was an accident. Besides, it didn't hurt that much, right, Tania?" The she-devil asks, shamelessly smiling. Accident, huh!"You have no right to hurt her." Angel defends me, then the bomb Andy and I were so afraid of explodes. "Who are you?" Andy and I shoot our gazes at Maria, but the bitch wears her usual crown of a smile, a smile that I'm growing to hate so much. It's annoying! She closes the gap between her and Angel, kneeling before her. She tries holding Angel's hands, but Angel pulls them away, clenching to her dad. I told you, Maria, that Angel is not a dumb kid like you think. If Angel wasn't just about to get hurt, I would be laughing at this devil's face right now. Her lips lift up with a smile, parting to pave the way for what she is about to say. I swallow hard and look at Andy, only to find him looking at me. "I am your mo..
I kiss Angel goodnight and stand by her bed. I'm glad that she eventually fell asleep. She has been asking questions the whole day, and she vetoed leaving her room the rest of the day after that uncalled-for charade with her mother earlier. She doesn't want to see her mother, but I know Maria. She won't take any of that. I tiptoed out of her room, cautiously locking her door. I scan the living room with my eyes. I know he is upstairs in his study, but I want to be cautious in case he goes down to get a glass of water or something. He can't know I am sneaking into Maria's room. He went hysterical when I told him that Maria wanted to talk to me in her room tonight. I don't know what he is so afraid of. It's like he knows something about this woman that I don't. I had no option but to lie to him. I told him that I wouldn't be seeing his ex-wife tonight. Ex-nonsense of a wife! I feel bad about lying to him. For not listening to him. For doing this behind his back, but I have to. I nee
In life, there are some things that need rethinking. Not just a second thought, but up to a thousandth thought, if need be, just to be certain. There are arduous and serious battles that require thorough preparation before embarking on them. There is also that point in life where you need to sit back and think before taking another step. That point where your heart is overly loaded with qualms. When your mind is clogged with uncertainty and doubts,. That point in life where you can't tell what you really want. That point of bafflement where you can't tell what is right from what is wrong—when right seems wrong and wrong seems right. That is exactly me, Tania Lawson, at this crack of dawn. There is just too much for me to take. I love Andy so much. God can attest to just how much I am willing to do for this man and his daughter. But what if, just what if, he still feels something for Maria? Just what if? I can't wait for Maria to laugh in my face after she wins. I will feel like a to