I looked outside the car. Zach was quiet. I have class, but I was excused for two weeks for the honeymoon. It was so sudden that until now I was in disbelief. It's a good thing he didn't hear everything Blake and I talked about, as he said. But I keep doubting him, especially since he has been quiet since we left the university. "Are we leaving tomorrow?" I asked, looking at him. He nodded, and I don't know where we are going. "This is not the way to the house." "No, we're going somewhere," he answered in a monotone. I'm still nervous as to why his answers were like that. Something seems wrong. "Zach, are you okay?" He nodded, but there was no smile on his lips. "You are lying," I remarked. And he smiled. "I am not. What do you want me to say?" "You are so quiet and don't smile. I thought you were mad at me," I admitted. Zach laughed, and I smiled. "Do I need to smile every time I am with you to assure you that I am okay?" he asked, and the car turned to another road. "Not a
I was restless during the trip. The contents of the photograph cannot be removed from my mind. Maybe it was just a prank. There is only one person with the name Cheska. The one Cairen told me about was Zach's ex-girlfriend. I'm not sure if it was from her. Surely, the one who sent me the box was to make fun of me, and the name was common. I turned to face Zach, who was sitting in a chair facing me, but his gaze was fixed on the laptop, where his attention was. We were traveling on a private plane owned by his grandfather, and it was my first time to ride this one instead of the common economy class flight I usually fly with. The photo content of Cairen's pregnancy, the hospital name where she checked up, and the date when. And it was six years ago, after their graduation. Is it really a prank? I can't think of anybody doing it. And is unlikely to be true. Cairen didn't say anything to me, and it was even more impossible for that to happen. It was just a prank that I didn't need
"I won't go with you," I refused when Zach wanted me to go kayaking with him. We've been here for three days. I'm glad I never saw Cheska again or crossed paths with her because I was mostly inside my room or strolling on the beach watching the sunset. Zach had been out doing what he enjoys—I don't ask what. We only meet when it's time to eat. He had been suggesting that I come with him to enjoy this honeymoon. But I wasn't interested. In fact, my plan to go to Grandma's house will be executed today since she is not in her estate. I was surprised that she did not come back to her estate, although Grandma won't tell me where she was. That led me to overthink. I called Mikaella, Grandma was not with one of her children. Mika didn't even know where she was. I would be worried if Grandma wouldn't answer my call. He brushed his messy hair with his fingers and sat on the couch. He ended up sleeping on the floor. Fortunately, there were extra comforters and pillows in one of the drawers
I tried to call Cheska's number, but she blocked me. How did she get that photo? I was pacing back and forth in the room, looking at the images she had sent me, biting my lower lip, and squeezing my brows. Iffin her! She was making her threat real. What did my twin do to deserve this attack from that woman? The door opened, so I halted and put the phone behind me. "I'm just going to get something to wear," Zach said with a frown. "Are you okay?" A while ago, I excused myself by saying that I needed to talk to my friend Katana because of something important about her family. I was just lying. I can't hide my feelings about the picture Cheska gave me. Zach was asking questions and trying to look at the message. I can't risk him knowing about these images. "Yes, she is fine, and I am relieved," I answered, and I sat on the edge of the bed. "Are you going somewhere?" Zach opened the cabinet and took some clothes out. "We are going somewhere." “Somewhere?” My eyebrows arched up. "S
The house was enormous like Sir Alexander had, and the things screamed luxury. Many people were present, and it was the grandest party that I had ever attended. My arm was hooked on Zach who seemed to know all the people in here. They greeted us, and he named them while he greeted them back. And his Aunt Hera came towards us with her beautiful smile. "Happy to see you here," she said, and gave us a brief embrace. A young man was behind her in his closed tight lips as if he was forced to be here. Hera glanced at the young man. "Darling, why not greet your cousin and his wife?" Oh, her son. It was my first time seeing him. I did not see him among the attendees during the wedding. "Hey," he said to us, and left. That's it, and Hera was hiding the embarrassment of what her son did. Zach watched his cousin, and grinned. "He never changes, Auntie, the arrogant one. Don't worry, we understand his attitude." Hera smiled forcedly. "Thank you for understanding. You know him well. Aldridg
"Cheska!" Grace exclaimed in shock. She stood up to approach Cheska, who had a big smile set on her face and was staring at me. "What are you going to do with Ren?" Grace asked, pressing her lips together as if she were ready to defend me. Cheska looked at Grace. "I won't do anything. Why don't you ask her the truth about what she did to me seven years ago? Oh, you believe her lies and innocence.” She laughed. "Stop playing victim! You blame Ren for what you did, and you almost killed her before. It's unforgivable, but for what? Cairen forgive you!” Grace said. My eyes widened. Cheska nearly killed my twin? She scoffed and glared at me. "Why don't you tell the truth, Cairen?" Cheska's face was red, and she grinned again. "You're so innocent, like an angel, but the truth will come out soon, and all your lies! You will regret it." "What are you doing here, Cheska?" Immediately I looked at Zach, who had come to her, and grabbed her arm. I saw the anger in Zach's eyes, which made my
I rose from the bed and made my way towards the door, eager to escape the suffocating silence of the room. As I pushed the door open, my eyes were met with the sight of him - sitting on the couch, his gaze fixed on his phone screen. Despite the bed on the floor already being laid out, he still hadn't made a move to lie down. It was as if he was stuck in a perpetual state of restlessness, unable to shake off whatever thoughts were plaguing his mind. I drew closer, curiosity getting the better of me. As I approached, I caught the muttered expletives that escaped his lips before he flung his phone to the side of the couch. He scrubbed his palms across his face, a deep sigh escaping his lips. For a moment, he seemed to have forgotten my presence in the room. But then his head turned towards me, his expression one of surprise before it transformed into a smile. "You can't sleep?" he asked, the warmth in his voice a stark contrast to the frustration he had been displaying moments ago. I
"Stop scowling," Zach said, laughing, as I tried not to cry while slicing the onion. "I am not scowling, I was trying not to cry in here," I answered, and I bit my lower lip. Then sniffed. He was standing by my side and telling me what to do. I don't even know what we will cook. I just finished dividing the chicken into proportionate and boneless pieces. I stopped what I was doing when his thumb touched the lower side of my eye. "You are scowling but crying," he said, grinning. I was about to touch my face, but Zach stopped my hand from reaching. "That will make you cry even more, your hand has touched the onion." Then I realized my hand. He gently wiped my tears, and I couldn't breathe. I stared at him, seriously, at what he was doing. In this closeness, I want to reach his face and touch it. My heart was beating faster than my fluttery stomach. It's wrong, and I can't like him. No! He liked Cairen, and I can't be her. I stepped away from him, which he didn't expect, and I cont