Martha went into her room, her heart filled with rage and frustration. She yelled at the top of her lungs and swiped all the products on the table onto the ground.She broke everything she could lay her hands on to vent the anger she couldn’t lay on her untouchable sister.She could create as much mess as she pleased because maids were waiting to clean up after her.She sat on the bare floor with her hands pressed tightly against her head and her nails buried in her hair, slightly bruising her scalp.“The only person I blame for my current situation is June. That witch made me like this. If only she didn’t steal my man.”“If only I had gotten married to Alex as supposed, I would have been above Ruby, and Daddy would be proud of me. I would have been living in the Smiths’ mansion.”“But you couldn’t just watch me be happy, could you June?” She sat on the floor buried in thought, stabbing the floor with a broken glass as though it were physically June while smiling, dead-souled like a p
“Yes, June Smith,” she answered, irritated by the mention of her name.“You know them?”“Of course I know them. Who doesn’t?”“You know, at first I thought you were cute, but all these questions are beginning to bore me.”“Don’t mind me. I asked if you knew them well.”“I was going to propose an offer that you’d love, since you hate her so much, but since I bore you, I guess I’ll be keeping it to myself then.”He acted as if he didn’t care and stood up to leave, but Martha held him by the hand to call him back, which was exactly what he thought would happen, and he smiled.“I can help you, but you are just too drunk right now to remember what I have to say to you, so keep this.”He opened her handbag, placed his card securely, and closed it.“Remember, call me.”“What did I say?”“Call me,” Martha responded.6:30 a.m., the following dayMartha woke up from her sleep, her eyes still cloudy. She blinked multiple times to clear her vision, and, looking around, she realized her environmen
She drove to the place as though the road belonged to her alone—recklessly and at a very high speed. She didn’t have a care in the world. After all, who could say anything to the daughter of the Reid family?The security guards pushed open the entrance to let her in. The sound hit her instantly—deep bass thumping like a heartbeat.The air was warm with the mix of music, sweat, and expensive perfume. The place was alive. Neon lights slid over the crowd, painting everything and shifting shades from purple to blue.She moved through the people, her heels slamming against the polished floor, but the sound was overshadowed by the loud music.The bar sat far from the door, and the music was softer there. It glowed under soft golden lights.Martha slipped onto a stool, resting her elbows lightly on the counter as if she’d done this a hundred times.The bartender glanced in her direction, wiping a glass with a white cloth. She raised her hand from the table and curled her two fingers twice—sl
“I should start going now,” she said.“But we just got here. At least let me treat you to some food. You may not remember, but Velaré has the best food in the state.”“I must go, but we can keep talking over the phone.”“I almost forgot—what app was it? The one we were chatting with before my accident? I got a new phone.”“Give me the phone; I’ll help you set it up,” Christian said, stretching out his hand and taking the phone from her. In no time, he was able to install the app, create an account for her, and add himself as a contact.“All done,” he said, giving the phone back to her.“Thank you.”“It’s nothing. Let me escort you to your car.”Christian held the door open for June to walk through and he walked right beside her like a distinguished gentleman.“Oh no, let me open it for you,” he said to June, preventing her from opening the car door herself.“Make sure to tell me when you get home, okay.”“I will.”As the car approached the gate, it automatically opened, and in the sid
. . . June went up to her room after finishing her breakfast that was prepared by Linda. While in her room, she wondered if it was a good idea to call Christian, but the dream she had was clear, it was too real to just ignore. Meeting with someone whom she may have been having an affair with, there was no coming back from this. She had to think carefully. But even for a slight possibility that she could discover a memory she’d take the chance. She waved off the doubt or wondering if she was making a mistake. June picked up her old phone, went to her call logs, and called back the number that Christian had used to call her before their meeting at Velaré. “Hello, baby!” “Look who came running back,. Your attitude yesterday was all pretense? Wow. You really scared me.” “I see you finally came along. What happened? Have you suddenly remembered everything or was it all a pretense?” “Christian, we need to talk. Where can I meet you?” “Yeah, we need to talk. It’s been way too long.
“No, please, Alex. I will not go. Please, I love you.” “I do not want you, Martha. I admit that initially, I felt bad for you for ending the engagement so suddenly.” “But, right now, I’m so glad I didn't end up with someone as lowly as you.” “I never want to see you again, not in my company, not in my home, and especially not with my wife.” Three bodyguards entered the office like a movie scene just after he concluded his statement as though it were planned. “Take her away,” he commanded them, his voice cold and firm. “No, no!” She crawled rapidly towards him, trying to get away from the bodyguards, but they rushed and grabbed her. “Noooo!” she yelled. When she noticed that her pathetic display wasn't moving Alex, he just stared at the situation with an icy demeanor, she began to speak rashly.” “You are married to a pathetic woman and she is going to be the end of you, you’ll regret ever treating me like this. You'll come back crying.” “I promise you!” She yelled as they l