Jeffrey stomped angrily down the stairs into the living room. He was having another misunderstanding with his wife. Well, that had been happening a lot these days after his sister left the house. And she had moved back to her room, of course. But they always fight over one little thing or another. And he was the one who always started and fuelled the dispute. No matter how calm he tried to be, he could not control himself anytime he remembered that someone banged his wife in a fucking bathroom. Not even the bathroom of a house. The bathroom in a restaurant. No matter how hard he tried to make himself understand that it was none of his business and that she was free to do whatever she wanted with her life since they were in an open marriage, he could not bring himself to. That act was shameful and he didn't like it. Even though he had told no one about what he saw, he was still very mad at her. Just because he told her not to do it in his house, she had to settle for a bathroom? Tha
As Jeffrey parked his car in front of Francis' house, he could not help not remembering how he had suggested and made her sign the open marriage contract.Now that he was thinking about it, he seemed to be the one going against the contract. He had admitted that he liked her, though he knew there was no hope and there was nothing that could be done to that. And besides, all the likeness had disappeared after seeing her in the bathroom that day. He regretted ever thinking she could have a space in his heart. He didn't hate her. Not yet. He was just annoyed. He was… His eyes strayed to the doorstep of Francis' as he was alighting from his car. At first, he thought he was seeing things, but no. He wasn't. His sister and his best friend were kissing. What the fuck was that? When did that start?Angrily, he got out of the car and slammed the door so hard that the two splitted in shock, but were more shocked at the sight of Jeffrey. "Jeff, hold. I can explain. I've always wanted to tell
"Hold on a minute. I'm coming," Meredith told her husband before looking back at her daughter. She had entered the gate into the home, so she alighted and ran towards the gate. She entered and looked around a little before seeing her. She walked closer to her and turned her around. "What are you — Oh!" Her eyes widened. She wasn't Rhoda. She had been mistaken."Huh?" The lady was surprised, but then smiled. "Hello, ma. I am Zoe. Do you need any help? Are you looking for someone?" Zoe asked her. Meredith sighed. "No, my dear. Never mind. You just looked like uhm… Well, I thought you looked like my daughter," she explained. But this lady seemed to be a little skinnier than the one she saw entering the gate. Maybe she was mistaken. And she looked no way like Rhoda.Perhaps she just missed her daughter that much. She knew she had been a bad mother to her, barely calling or texting to check on her. "No problem, ma. I shall take my leave, then," Zoe said and started walking away after the
Rhoda decided to escape her misery by reading. She had been digging her head into the 'After' series. She got herself a bowl of popcorn as she continued the third book of the series. It was dinner time and any good and responsible wife would be in the kitchen, preparing food for her husband, but since she wasn't one, she could only do what she could. Be on her own, in her own world.Moments later, Jeff returned home and went to sit beside her on the three-seater chair. She took that as a call to go to her room, so she rose to her feet to leave. Jeff grabbed her wrist and made her sit back. "Stay," he breathed to her face, making her frown. "You're drunk." He would never be doing what he was if he was sober. "No, I'm not. I drank a little," he said, bringing his right thumb and index finger closer to each other. "Oh!" She nodded. Of course, no drunk person would ever admit that. He looked at her face and held it for a while before she looked away. His expression suddenly turned s
Jeff came out of his room and walked down the stairs into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. He had been trying his best to avoid running into Rhoda after the intense moment they shared a few nights ago. Aside from the fact that remembering everything that transpired that night embarrassed him the following day, Rhoda hasn't been helpful as well. She had asked him if he remembered anything from that night and he had denied remembering anything. He knew she wanted to talk about it, but he was too ashamed to do that. She had not been any different from her usual self, though. She didn't try to get closer nor did she try to pester him into discussing their passionate moment together. But her presence had been troubling his heart. Just like now, Rhoda was in the kitchen trying to take a dish from the cabinet above her head and his eyes were so stubborn they weren't looking from her thighs and bum. The huge top she was putting on had rode up and was making him sweat all of a s
Jeff starts to round up in his office as he awaits the arrival of his friend. He had called Francis over to have a man-to-man talk with him regarding his sister. After the drunken conversation he had with Rhoda, he decided to give him a chance. Maybe he had actually changed. Maybe what he felt for his sister was real. He decided to give it a trial. And talking of Rhoda, he was still as clueless as ever as to what to do. He liked her, but he very much knew he couldn't start anything new with her. Why?Aside from their open marriage contract, he was still struggling to get himself to trust her. If he must start anything, he has to trust her. And that was a difficult thing to do for him. After the heartbreak from his ex-girlfriend despite how much he loved and trusted her, he couldn't bring himself to do so again. Not even when he had seen her doing 'it' in the bathroom of a bar. He had been celibate for months now and that wasn't easy. He could have chosen to do it outside, but he k
Sharon got tired of dancing in the bar and decided to go outside for fresh air. Her date for the night has not gotten there so she decided to call and wait for him outside. She walked outside and was slapped by the naturally calming air, so she stretched her arms apart and breathed in as much as she could. Her phone started ringing. She brought it out and said, "Hello." It was the person she was waiting for."Why are you not here yet?" She asked and listened to his excuse. She sighed and smiled. "Okay. Don't stay too long, I'm waiting for you." She was about to hang up but brought the phone back to her ear when she heard him talking. "Come on. I don't think we can make use of the bathroom again. The last time, I suspected someone saw us," she said in a low voice and turned around to see if no one could hear her.To her surprise, the phone of the man behind her dropped to the ground and his mouth was wide open. It was obvious he had heard her and that shocked him. She hung up and too
Sharon brought in the brown envelope she had found at her door and walked in. She wondered what was in there and from whom it came from. But after opening it, her curiosity dwindled. She knew who it was from.There were a few pictures of herself in different places and she looked at them in shock. What was shocking was that she had never been in those clothes and had never been to those places where the pictures were taken. She recognized one of the places to be the house her biological parents were living in. That was when everything made sense. How could she have believed they had no child? Every couple wants children. Then, she realized that the reason she was forsaken was because of this lady that looked so much like her. Anger filled her up immediately and she squeezed one of the pictures in one hand. She looked into the envelope again and saw another picture she didn't bring out. It was a picture of her… No, not her. It was a picture of the lady in a wedding dress and beside