“Where are you going this early in the morning?” Celine asked me when I was getting ready at 6 in the morning.When I awoke to begin my day, she was sound asleep in her bed. She was still in the same position when I came back from the shower. For a second, there was no movement in the bed. I felt she was dead. It wasn’t Celine that was lying in the bed; instead, it was a corpse, but that was just wishful thinking from my side. It was the sound of my phone that stirred her up from her snooze.“I have a meeting,” I replied to her question while fastening my tie.It was only half true, and I had no intention of telling her the entire thing.“I am on my way to meet our wedding planner, who is also my ex-wife.”The moment Celine got to know who Lauren was, she was going to do something that would be tough for me or anyone to manage. Celine was easier to handle after the news of her pregnancy, but I should have taken advantage of this gentle personality as one poke was enough to wake up the
Spending my entire morning with Gavin and telling a few little lies was supposed to be enough for the day. However, that wasn’t the case here. Dorthy called to ask if I had begun working on the wedding or what I was thinking of starting the work since the wedding was fifteen days away now. She asked me if I needed an assistant or additional help and if she could send some of our staff here to help me. She was being helpful, trying her best to look after me, yet none of her words or attitude seemed genuine to me. Following the argument I had with her just last night, along with the arrogance and harsh words she uttered to me, that woman lost my respect the second those expressions came out of her mouth.She was my boss, and I would work for her, but there wouldn’t be any emotional feelings attached to her. Previously, I envisioned her as my mentor, a boss bitch woman who was malicious, yet I believed there was a gentle side to her. There was none. All she knew was money and fame. She d
She was married. The ring on her finger that I thought was just a show wasn’t a show, actually; it was the symbol of her being with another man. Or should I say the ring was evidence of her being the wife of whatever stupid man he was? It was the latter one, of course.Also, there was a baby. Their baby, Lauren, and her fucking husband’s baby. She had already moved on in life, enjoying her happily ever after in a foreign country, where I was pinning over her like a fool. I was a moron for falling in love with that woman. I kept her alive in my memories even after she left me, vanished in the dark with no answers. There were so many questions I wanted to ask her, but it looked like I did not need them anymore since she wasn’t mine anymore. There was another man in her life who apparently had the title “husband,” which was once mine.While she was already in a different phase in her life, I confessed my love to her. Fucking great. She was probably laughing about this with her new husban
“Joy is doing just fine,” Caleb told me after I checked my daughter from head to toe a hundred times. She was obviously doing fine since Celeb was with her, whom I trusted most in this cruel world at that moment.“I have no doubt about that.” I sighed. “I am changing her nappies. She peed on them.”“Don’t lie, Lauren, darling.” He walked a few steps to reach me and pulled me from the bed into his arms. “I can read you.” His hand gently caressed my cheeks while his eyes were on my lips, but the most horrifying part was his lips and their intention.He kept biting his lip while looking at mine. I recognized the shadow that shielded his blue eyes with a dark coating; it was lust, the one that I had witnessed enough in my life to identify even before the man who was going through his fully wrapped him in this sin.Things were just going down as Caleb’s hand reached the lower part of my body. Everything was clear when he touched my ass, along with a forceful squeeze that hurt me. Perhaps a
There were a thousand other occasions for me to join Celine whenever she went to see our wedding planner to have a serious discussion about our wedding arrangements. Each time she requested me to accompany her on this fucking journey, I did my best to avoid this phrase, no matter what came to my mouth. I just muttered that to her, didn’t care if that made sense or not. Celine also barely nagged me about such things, knowing my agreeing to marry her was already a miracle that she didn’t expect to happen, at least in this life. She was over the moon with this, so nagging me with anything related to the wedding wasn’t in her plan.I was content with this arrangement. The last thing I wanted to happen to me was to plan this marriage with the woman who was the antagonist of my life. Even though Celine was carrying my baby inside her, the feeling that I felt for her was still the same. There was no change in that category. I regarded her disgust two years ago, and it is still in my heart fo
Celine hadn’t come back for a long time. She was busy with her phone with one of her many friends. The fun part was that, for the first time, I liked this habit of hers. Celine spent a good chunk of time on her phone, which sometimes made me curious about what she was really doing, but at that instant, I was praying for her success due to the infinite time she provided me with Lauren. While I was cherry walking with my wife, Lauren, on the other hand, wasn’t so much. She was becoming irritated by the question I kept asking, which she had been ignoring for half an hour. However, if she thought I was just going to give up, she was a fool to think so.I had enough patience in me. All thanks to this fucking world that prepared me strong enough to wait for people until they gave up. If you rewind the time, you see that there were very few moments where I gave up on something. Actually, there were none. Whether it was those old fat jerks who sat in my conference room wearing expensive suits
Dorthy was too excited about this Alonso and Astor marriage, which I couldn’t comprehend. Sure, it was a high-profile, celebrity wedding, perhaps the wedding of the century, yet her teenage girl-like manner was only intensifying my headache. It had become a part of her routine to call me every night before going to bed just so she could eat my ears and head. She demanded every little detail about this wedding, from decoration to the guest list, which I wasn’t sure about yet as my clients were lately indifferent.Gavin didn’t give any thought to this wedding. He confirmed this fact by his imprudent attitude the day we met in the farmhouse. He was more into talking with me than thinking or taking part in the wedding discussion. So, I figured out it had to be the bride, Celine, who was going to help me with everything. She was excited and said numerous times that she couldn’t wait to get married in this place, but she looked like her excitement had disappeared somewhere.Following our vi
“What are you going to do now?” Dean asked me once I entered the warehouse to check on the human being sitting on the chair with an open mouth while Dean tied his entire body up to the chair.He was the same man I saw yesterday holding a baby. The one Lauren ran to in the middle of the conversation we were having. My heart was telling me to slap him to death or to punch him right in the face. That would be an excellent lesson for him. A man with a damaged face was unable to do the magic on a woman that his striking features could do.“Who was he to Lauren?” was still a question that I kept thinking about.There was a baby, their baby, his and Lauren’s. Suddenly, I was more interested in knowing what relationship he had with Lauren than beating him to death. What was the situation when these two crossed the path that led to love leading to marriage? The bastard was sleeping; he was in a deep doze. The one thing that I wished to do at this moment was waking him up to ask questions about