During the journey, my eyelids gradually got heavier. And I yawned. Zach was next to me, on his phone, answering some emails. "Are we close?" I asked him. I wiped the sleepy tears from my eyes. "Almost there," he answered after looking inside the window. "Okay," I softly said. I didn't expect that he'd wrap his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. "Lean your head on me and sleep." And I did. I didn't realize I had fallen asleep. When I woke up, I was in an unfamiliar room, lying on a comfortable bed. Though I was still wearing my gown. The birds were chirping outside, and I sat on the bed, squeezing my eyes. What time is it? I was looking for the phone, and I remembered that I put it in Arrabella's bag. I stretched my arms before getting off the bed. I felt refreshed. Then I unzipped my wedding gown since the zipper was on the side, letting it fall on the floor. I was half naked except for my underwear. And I looked in the body size mirror at my face. My dark red lipstick had
He went inside the house while I was processing his presence in my mind. "I need your help," he told me. I looked out the door and at him, who was sitting on the couch. The shock still hasn't gotten over me. I look at him intently. I tightened my grip on the doorknob and slammed the door closed. "What are you doing here?" I asked indignantly and approached him. "I have texted you before that it will be the last time we meet. I will not help you with anything. I am not interested. Go away!" I pointed to the door, and the heat flushed my face. What if Zach or their grandfather finds out he's here? Does he want to destroy me? "I won't leave until you help me," he said seriously, crossing his arms. He gave me a challenging stare. "Help me, then it will be the last." I facepalm. If only I could lift him up and throw him outside to solve my problems, but I am half his size. "You're ruining me!" "If you don't help me, you know what I will do." He smiled, threatening me. Iffin him! I c
Zach was silent while I was deafened by my heart beating so hard. What was he thinking? I want to look at him, but I'm afraid of seeing his intense, burning stare. My grip on the upper back of the seat tightened. I noticed him walk out of the dining room, and I watched him go to the fridge. "You're angry..." I said it with difficulty. "No," he said, taking something from there. I blinked my eyes. "You're not angry?" "No, and you tell me about it. Giovanni had called me this morning to tell me he had come to see you to ask you something. I am mad, but I am expecting you not to tell me about it. But you did," he said with a beautiful smile on his lips. Zach was not angry. I still can't believe it. I was expecting him to shout at me in anger or grab me while I looked into his cold eyes and stern face. He closed the fridge, got some wine, and took two glasses from the drawer. I just realized that he is happy; what's the reason? He placed the glass on the dining table and opened
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