Zendaya's POV
Whatever they added into the burger I ate definitely had some form of high pill in it. The zeal that got me off the chair I sat on in the lunchroom, and had me packing my bags to prepare for home, all abandoned me when I got into the car.Almost like I had an epiphany; what the hell, Daya? I slammed my head on the steering in frustration. One thing I forgot to mention is how much that bastard's demeanor intimidates me. You would think he studied psychology in college, or probably did for real.Asher's whole expression is to make the other person feel small and closed in. And if I would be sincere to myself, he has that effect on me too.Come on, girl! You can do this!This is why I should really consider some yoga classes, to enable some adequate control of my nerves. Cause why the hell are my palms sweaty and my breath keeps hitching? Especially when I’m not standing in his presence yet."Okay, just relax." I reminded myself loudly, "All I need to do is tell him how annoying and infuriating his whoring lifestyle is, and how he’s ruining my life, and that's all."There was also a need to keep it in mind, that it is essential to keep a straight face and not allow him get to me. Bowing my head, I counted fifty to one and it worked like magic. I was back to breathing normally.I think I should really see a doctor at this point; I might be prone to have panic attacks. This crazy being called a husband might drive me off the cliff someday.A husband whom I hated with everything in me, mind you.Driving into the compound, I kept repeating the words to myself. Trying to master them, my heart picked up on another circle of race the moment I neared the large house.Call me ancient, but I would have just love a condo in an environment filled with trees and flowers. Not to forget some peace and quiet. I hated this space where everywhere is swamped with so many people who intend to help you with everything.They wouldn't mind wiping your ass if you asked them."Let me help you with that ma'am." One of the maids In the house offered, rushing towards me as I got out of the car.I held out a hand, "you don't need to worry. I’ve got it."She had a look of disappointment on her face and it did nothing but amused me.“Go rest somewhere, girl!” I murmured as I waved her off.Taking a deep breath; I decided to stay put in the sitting room. Knowing myself, I might cower into my fear and decide against confronting him if I go to my room. I haven't even had a second to myself when the maids swamped me to ask; what I would like to have. Deciding I might as well relax, I ordered a chilled glass of iced tea.That should do.Sipping on my drink, I clinked on the side of the glass with my manicured nails to keep my anxiety at bay. All of this luxuries would have been enjoyable if I was with the man I love.My train of thoughts halted when he walked in. I inhaled deeply, almost swallowing my heart along.This is it, Zendaya!The surprise on his face was obvious; the only time we have collided in the sitting room are on evenings where there are scheduled occasions we needed to attend, and the last official gathering we both attended, had been weeks ago. Aside from that, I really can't recollect the last time I saw him in person.And we both live in the same house."It's good that you are back early. I was waiting for you." I began, shocked at the stiffness in my voice. I held his gaze and kept talking to prevent him from diffusing my boldness. But, he beat me to it.With a blank look on his face, Asher unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat on one of the couches, crossing his leg."This had better be quick." He gruffed out, voice chilling and firm.Gulping nervously, I squared my shoulder, "I need you to keep your playboy attitude on a low, please. It's bad enough that a married man and the president of a country shamelessly sleeps around. But, I am the one at the receiving end of the insult and mockery. It's a different mold of embarrassment each day and I can't take it anymore. I have become a laughing stock everywhere, people blame me like it's my fault that you don't have an ounce of control and shame in you."Exhaling, I clasped my hands together, holding it up against my front."Please, for my sanity and reputation, keep your escapades in check. Be more secretive, I can't take this anymore."His long silence had me feeling victorious inside of me; he definitely is going to have a change of heart, judging from the blank emotion in his eyes. He has probably come to realize that he really shouldn't be sleeping around so openly."You must be delusional." Asher said to my utmost shock as he stood up, glaring deep into my soul. "Do you know how petty you sound right now? It's your audacity for me. What right do you think you possess to talk to me the way you want or make a request of me?"I licked my dry lips, my eyes darting around the room for an escape. I could sense the maids hiding in corners to hear our conversation. Asher sure knows how to put up a show, and how to put me in my place, that is."Be more secretive. I have become a public joke. Blah, blah, blah." He spat out in a high voice, mocking me without hesitation. "To think you have the guts to stand in my face and lie about things that aren't true to begin with. Just to gain attention from me, hm? How pathetic can you be?"He took two strides towards me, everything I wanted to say got stuck in my throat. "Your problem is; you can't stand the fact that those women have me and you don't. You are just jealous. And I don't care." A dry laugh escaped his lips as he walked away. "So pathetic."Hot tears streamed down my face as I tried to hold my breath together. Turning my head to the back, the helps and maids all scurried off. They had obviously been listening in. Gasping shakily, I grabbed my bag and ran off to my room. Shutting the door tightly behind me.My lips shook as the tear dam opened up, pouring out. I have never been so humiliated all my life. As much as I hate to admit it; Asher was right about me being pathetic. That bastard stood right in front of me and called me all sorts of names. While accusing me of lying. But my miserable self stood there and did nothing to defend myself.Not thinking, I stood up searching through my things, when I caught sight of a blade, I held it to my wrist, staring at myself in the vanity mirror."You know you don't want to. Stop being foolish." A voice that sounded like Asher's mocked me.I threw the blade away as I fell to the ground, pulling at my hair. I am not just a coward, but a weak, pathetic and miserable being. Ending my life would be the best thing to do, but then I can’t even slit my wrist in peace any longer.I hate it here so much.Burying my face InBetween my knees, I screamed loudly till I couldn't feel my voice anymore. My room was sound proofed so I was sure the sounds wouldn’t be escaping these four walls.I hate Asher Smith! I hate him with every depth of me. I am never going to forgive him for putting me through this.My shoulders shook heavily as the tears kept coming nonstop, it feels like there is no end to this. I hate this world I am living in.Zendaya's POV My body ached badly as I attempted to stand up from the floor. My legs were cramped together, restricting blood flow. Looking around I realized it was morning; I must have slept off on the floor, while crying last night. Standing up, it felt hazy and my head ached badly. And I didn't even take any alcohol, but it feels like I am having a hangover. Sighing, I headed to the bathroom. Taking a long look at myself in the mirror, I let out a resigned sigh; I looked like a lost cause. My hair sprouted out like an unwanted weed, dry mascara stuck to my face making me look like a baby raccoon. My face was blotched from all of the tears. The tears weren't necessary if I am to think of it, but I like to think I deserve to cry out my pains. Pulling at the hair to straighten it which appears to be a waste of time, I stepped out to look through my closet. Since it's the end of the week; I might as well skip going to that horrible workplace and probably take a long road trip. And
Zendaya's POV My head felt like it would split into two with the migraine that I woke up to. I tried to reach for my phone by the bed stand but instead, I made contact with both. Sitting up, I almost fell out of the bed because of the urgency at which I moved. Looking around the room, my eyes widened in horror when I realized I wasn’t in my room. The interior definitely is nothing compared to where I sleep in since I had been married to Asher. I held onto the sheet tightly, peeping underneath it, and then I almost screamed in horror at the sight that greeted me. I am naked! I mean butt naked!I can't believe I just slept with my distasteful husband, how in the world did I get so carried away. Taking a deep breath, I stood up, wrapping the bedsheet around me. Since the universe doesn't really have a keen interest in me, I wasn’t surprised when Asher caught me trying to sneak out of his bedroom with his sheets wrapped around me, and to make me feel more on the spot, when he walked
Zendaya's POV I tried to calm my nerves as I paced the study, hoping Asher would stop by the place like he usually does. Even though I had already told one of the maids to inform him about meeting me in the study. My palms feel sweaty, I was indeed pregnant.Fuck.Now that it turns out to be true, the next thing to do is let the father of the child, know about it.Saying a silent prayer as I heard Asher's footstep heading towards the study, I hope I would have enough courage to face him. This is the first time we would be talking since that night. Which is still the reason behind my presence here. Talking to Asher doesn't interest me either. "This had better be quick." He mumbled the moment he got in.I kissed my teeth silently, this bastard must think I am a joke. Squaring my shoulders I held his gaze. "I am pregnant." I announced in my loudest and strictest voice. Silence enveloped the room at first and for a second I almost thought he was having a deep thought. "Abort it."
“Alright, thank you for coming over and if you all have questions then let me know about it okay?” I said standing to my feet before shaking hands with the clients I had around.The clients and my subordinates stood at their feet as they prepared to leave before a client stopped me with his outstretched arm with a smug grin.“Is anything the matter?” I asked in a polite manner in order to not get anyone thinking I was rude, but he did not seem to understand my route.“For a woman you’re doing pretty well handling this company yourself,” he said laughing as he looked around to get people to follow him and laugh. “I beg your pardon,” I was confused at his words.“I mean, let’s face it. You’re a woman. There is no way you could have gotten and built all of this yourself. Where is the man in charge?”I sighed. The people around the room were confused on why he had chosen to end the day that way but I was not going to let this man insult me.“Who handles your company?” I asked him wi
On the day I had gotten on the plane and decided to leave everything behind, I had cried my eyes out. Since no one was going to be by my side I had prepared myself to leave them and start up my own life.I had left my marriage, my family and my life — whatever was left of it anyway — and had traveled to a country far from my birth home.Since I was unknown here and I had an opportunity to start over, I had taken it and decided to live a very low key life.I had used the money I had saved up from my former workplace to start a new life. I was glad I had saved everything and not touched it. I had also invested the money when I was still with my contracted husband and when I went to withdraw it I could see that it had yielded me so much returns.Searching for a new job in a place I was still new to was more difficult than I had thought.It turned out everyone only wanted to give jobs to those who had history in the country and since I was a stranger I was not oven the jobs.After being r
A message entered my phone which had me getting out of my head for a second. I picked it up from the table to look at which had me smiling from ear to ear.Opening the message I found it to be a picture of a rare painting which I had told him I liked. The message was from Travis Wilson, a rich suitor.‘Do you like it?’ he texted after the picture as I chuckled a little before sitting in my chair. Thinking back on where I had first met the man, I found it to be when I had first started my bakery business. I had started the business beside my house since I could not handle the stress of going too far from the children.Handling triplets and the business was not an easy feat but I was ready to do it and that was what I did.When I had met Travis, I had seen him as a man who was ridiculously rich. He did not waste time in flaunting his wealth before me which had me rolling my eyes.He had shown a liking to me which none of us could deny was there. I had told him of my children which
thing but the music in his radio to keep me company, I fell into my thoughts.“Hey,” he called my attention to him as I smiled. “Are you okay? You seem distant.”“I’m sorry. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”“Oh yeah? Like what?” he asked wanting to know what I was thinking about as I looked around looking for a way to give off an excuse. “I had difficult clients today,” I sighed. “They didn’t think I could run my own company. It was embarrassing but I did put him in his place.”“Did he come to you for help?”“Apparently his failing business needed my touch and that was what I did. I saved it, yet I was given the bad hand.”“I’m glad you put him in his place. No one deserves to talk to you anyhow. You’ve come a long way. I knew when your business was the only thing you were holding onto. Here you are being one of the biggest bakeries in the country.”I loved hearing the history of how I started and I looked towards the school when I heard the bell ring.Almost immediately I found the tripl
I found his answer to be romantic and it made me get some from my seat to hug him. I could not believe that I had someone who would be willing to go through hell with me.I had suffered so much alone that having someone else join me in fighting my battles made me so emotional. All I could do was smile and hug him intensely.I had found it hard to trust someone hug Travis had made it extremely easy to do it.“So what do we do first?” He asked after I had let him go and he rounded the table to eat his chicken.“Well, for me to get my revenge I will have to move back to America,” I said as he choked on his meal. “Are you okay?”“Yeah,” coughed, slapping his chest. “Actually, no. I need water.”I ran to get him water from the tap before handing him the glass cup to drink from.He downed it and dropped the cup with a sigh.“Did you say America?” He asked me.“Yeah. That’s where I am from.”“I had no idea.”“My accent should have told you.”“Oh it did, but I didn’t know you were a native of