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ABIGAIL'S POV 

"I want you Abigail. I need you right now." He confessed and covered up the little space between us. I tried to move away but got restricted by the wall. He went on, "I am trying to control myself, but I can't anymore. I think I am in love with you." 

His words flew to my ears, engulfing me with warmth, even though I knew it would only be temporary.

I couldn't move nor did my body adhere to the warnings of my brain to push him and run away. It might be a trap, but why would this trap be so sweet?

My marriage to Damien was never a bed of roses. It wasn't a life I ever imagined. It was a marriage filled with nothing but pain and tears each day. Damien never loved me. He was forced to get married to me to save his reputation after the pictures of a one-night stand with him got on the internet. It's been a year of sorrow and regrets. 

I swallowed hard and moved a bit closer to him. "Are you alright? You are drunk right now."

He shook his head and answered as calmly as he could, "I am good!" No, he wasn't. Damien would never speak to me so calmly, and I have gotten so used to it over the past twelve months.

I knew I was making a terrible mistake, but I was overwhelmed by the affection he was showing me. Staying with him at that moment, was a terrible mistake that would have repercussions when he gets free of the alcohol in his system, but I shut my ears to the warnings.

I stood up to leave but was held back. He held my wrist, stopping me right on track. "Don't go!" I heard him say and was taken aback. He was drunk and wasn't in his senses. I needed to leave or another mistake would be made again. 

I turned to him and tried to pull my wrist but he held me tight. "No Damien, you are drunk and you will surely regret this when you wake up."

"I am not drunk," He answered and shook his head. "I know it's you, Abigail, and I need you. I got so drunk thinking about you. You are taking up a whole lot of space in my head. I mean it." He leaned closer and breathed on my neck. 

Goosebumps crawled up my body and my stomach tightened at the thought of him being so close to me.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and covered up the little space between us, giving a soft kiss under my ear. I shivered at his touch and shut my eyes.

I couldn't control myself anymore and I let go of my restriction, allowing my desire to take complete control of me. 

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The rays of the sun shone on my face, forcing me out of my beautiful dream. I couldn't help the smile crawling up to my face but when I turned to the other side of the bed, I almost lost my heart.

Damien was lying beside me and that meant, that whatever I dreamt of, wasn't a dream but reality. Before me was Damien, who was deeply asleep too. It wasn't a dream after all. I looked down and noticed I was naked. It happened.

I covered my mouth quickly to avoid a scream from finding its way out. When would I learn? I couldn't avoid repeating my mistake. I slowly stepped down from the bed, put on my clothes, and tiptoed out of the room. 

Damien waking up to see me in his room would mean trouble. Getting out of his room successfully, I let out a deep breath of relief and made for my room.

Getting close I my room, the loud sound of the doorbell, forced me to halt. No family member was out, leaving me to open the door instead. I climbed down the stairs and got to the door, opening it up to reveal the familiar face staring back at me. 

"Jenna?" I called, my face beaming with surprise to see her early. 

She rolled her eyes and stepped on, totally ignoring me. I wasn't in for drama so I decided to go back to my room and let her do as she wished.

"Damien is upstairs," I informed and went on my way, but she had other plans. She caught my wrist, stopping me from going any further. 

"I am here for you. We need to talk." That was new. Jenna hardly spoke to me and would always insult me at any given time. 

"What do you want?" I let out my question, filled with curiosity as I wondered what she was up to. 

She let out a deep breath and crossed her arms beneath her bosoms, "Don't you think it's time to get divorced? Don't you think you are wasting my time in trying back to my man?"

Just as I expected, it was about getting divorced from Damien. 

Jenna and Damien were lovers, getting ready for their marriage, until I came into the picture and she left the States. Damien's grandfather made sure he got married to me. Jenna returned after six months and she's been out to separate our reunion. 

"We are not doing this this early. I have a lot to take care of." I answered and turned to head back to my room, but as usual, she called my attention by throwing down the glass cup on the table, leaving behind its little pieces. 

She was surely there for trouble which I wasn't ready for. Everyone would be out soon and would make trouble seeing me arguing with their favorite person. 

I turned to leave but she quickly grabbed a hold of my hand and forced me to face her. 

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" I tried to pull my hand from her grip but her hold was strong, putting me in place. 

"Please Abigail, divorce Damien. I love him and he loves me too, you're just the stumbling block between us." She pleaded, almost going on her knees which I knew was all a facade. 

"Let go of me, Jenna." I tried pulling my hands again.

"I am pregnant. Do you want our child to grow up without a father?" She questioned, raising her voice slightly. "Stop being shameless and let go of Damien already."

My obsessed husband's ex-girlfriend, Jenna Matthias. It's been over a year but, she wasn't ready to let go, causing trouble for me and Damien all the time. 

She was a sly fox, known for her tricky ways and I wasn't surprised he was up to something. 

"What's wrong with you?" I forcefully pulled my hands off her grip, and she fell to the floor. "Don't try any more tricks with me."

She let out a scream, clutching her stomach right with her face scrunched up with pain. "My baby!" She cried again, so loud that I knew everyone would hear her voice. 

My heart skipped a beat, seeing the situation she was in. I didn't mean to hurt her. I just wanted to leave and she fell due to the force I used to pull my hand away. 

"What have you done?" My mother-in-law, Sara Forest questioned, climbing down the stairs. Jenna cried louder, which got my heart racing. What if something happened to her child?

Sara helped her up but she wouldn't stop sobbing. "My baby!" She cried and took her gaze to me. "You are trying to kill my child 'cause you can't have yours?" Her harsh words were filled with spite that it burnt so hot in me. 

"I-I didn't. I swear I-" I started but lost my words when Sara shot me a glare.

"You are disgusting. You are so evil to try to harm my grandchild 'cause you can't give me one!"

I swallowed down the lumps which made their way to my throat and lowered my head. Her words hurt. I should have run back to my room. I shouldn't have opened the door and avoided all these troubles. 

"I wonder why Damien is still married to someone like you."

"Mother!" A deep, masculine voice called out, directing our gazes to him. He took his gaze to me, not looking away.

"Damien, this wrench tried to kill your child. She pushed Jenna so she could kill your baby!" Sara informed, redirecting his gaze to Jenna who was still sobbing and held in her mother's arms. His eyes went round and he climbed down the stairs, hurrying to her. 

"I-I can-" I tried to explain but he cut me off.

"What did you do? You tried to kill my child!"