Sadness flickered in Ethan’s eyes and was quiet for a few seconds. Moriah saw his sadness, she was jittery that Ethan was quiet and contemplating. “I’ll use the couch, you sleep on the bed,” though the mansion has so many spare rooms he can’t use any of them not wanting to create a rumor. The servant would talk about it when they learned that he slept in another room. “No, you won’t be comfortable there. I’ll use the couch,” Moriah insisted. “Do you think, I will allow you to stay on the couch,” how could he let his beloved wife on the couch? And now that she is carrying their second child, will he have the heart to see her sleep on the couch overnight? He wanted to tease her that they sleep on the same bed so he would be comfortable, but decided against it, knowing that she was jittery. “Go and sleep,” he brushed his knuckles on her cheek. Moriah sauntered towards the bed and slipped under the duvet. Due to pregnancy, Moriah fell asleep in no time. In the dead of night, Moriah w
Moriah woke up in the wee hours and was baffled to see Ethan sleeping on the couch. She was confused. Last night he was saddened that she was unwilling to sleep on the same bed with him. But, when she told him that it's okay to sleep in one bed, he still slept on the couch. What's the matter with this man? She tiptoed and covered him with a blanket and went back to sleep. The following morning she woke up, Ethan was no longer in the room. She had a shower and went into the nursery room thinking that he was there for Dillon. Dismay filled her heart when she didn't see Ethan, instead a nanny was taking care of Dillon. "Where's my husband?" Moriah asked the nanny. "Sir, went to the company early in the morning," the nanny told Moriah while she changed Dillon's nappy. "What's your name?" She asked the nanny. The nanny was surprised that Moriah asked her name. She had been one of Dillon's nannies. She and Nora look after Dillon. "Lily, madam," she smiled stiffly. She had no idea th
Moriah's felt as though her heart was being wrung out. "Okay, I'll hang up now," not giving him a chance to respond she ended the call. Moriah looked at the family photo on her phone. Ethan set it as her wallpaper. The joy radiating on their faces is undeniable. It was clear that they were happy and in love with each other. What went wrong? What caused this sudden shift in his attitude towards her? Moriah racked her brain to find an answer, but she couldn't figure out the answer. Moriah called George to prepare her a light meal and send it over to her. She revealed to George that she was pregnant and had to eat something that she won't throw up. George was delighted with the news. An hour later, George personally went to the hospital to bring her lunch. "Madam, eat it. It's good for you and the baby," George couldn't contain the happiness he felt. The mansion will become livier as a new child will be added to the family. "Thanks uncle George, you can head back home," Moriah said
Moriah panicked and averted her gaze from him. She wondered if Ethan heard what she told Dillon just now. Her face started to heat up. When Moriah was rinsing Dillon, Ethan took the towel seated on the bench next to Moriah and spread it. Moriah picked Dillon and passed him to Ethan and he wrapped Dillon with a towel. Ethan walked out of the bathroom, Moriah hot on his heels. "Thank you, I'll take care of it. You can go and resume your work," she said when Ethan placed Dillon on the crib. "I'll take care of him, go and change your clothes. You might catch a cold," Ethan said while he applied moisturizer on Dillon's skin. Moriah looked at herself, she wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. Her shirt got wet and became see-through. It clung to her breast, good thing she wore a bra, however, she still looked like a seductress. She took the towel and draped it on her shoulder and covered her chest. Moriah hurried into their room and changed. Afterwards, she went to the bed and took t
Ethan left the following morning while Moriah was fast asleep. Moriah was saddened that he left while she was asleep. Days went by, then it turned to weeks. Ethan was away for almost two months now. He rarely made a call. Moriah was busy perusing a patient's medical file when Cindy barged into her office. "Do you have any idea who your patient was?" Cindy asked her once she entered Moriah's office, not bothering to say an overture. "Who are you referring to? I got so many patients," Moriah replied with her eyebrows knitted together. "This," Cindy showed her phone to her. "The famous football player Harry Williams." Moriah looked at the photo and recognized him. "So what's the problem about it? Having a famous patient?" Moriah wasn't fond of sports, hence she doesn't know that Harry is a famous football player. She deduced that Harry was injured while he's playing football. "He posted on his social media account. Cindy searched the post and showed it to Moriah. In the post was
"Dr Miller, do you need anything?" Moriah's secretary said. "Please, give me Harry Williams' phone number," Moriah said. "Okay," the secretary left and was back after two good minutes. Moriah dialled the number. Her call was answered after a few rings. She heard laughter coming from the other end of the line. "Hello, who's this?" Moriah heard a magnetic voice. "It's Dr Miller," Moriah replied. In an instant the laughter stopped and silence prevailed as if they stop breathing all together. "Hi, Moriah, is something the matter?" Harry asked. The way her name rolled in his tongue sounded intimate. Moriah frowned. "Are you available tonight? Can I meet you to discuss something with you? It's very important." She couldn't tell him on the phone so she chose to talk to him in person. "Yes, I am, actually I'm with my friends now. You can come over, I'll send you the address," Harry said, his heart bursting with joy. "No, I can't, I'm on my shift until 6 in the evening," Moriah said
The next morning, when Moriah showed up in the hospital. The reporters who had been waiting for her swarmed around her the moment she disembarked from the car. They blocked her path and fired questions at her. Her chauffeur couldn’t do anything as the reporters were adamant to get something they could write. "Dr Miller, are you and Mr Miller divorced?" Moriah was shocked at the question and froze. "No, we aren't," she answered while shaking her head after she recollected herself. "Are you and Harry Williams in a relationship?" Another reporter asked, making her grit her teeth in anger. "No, we aren't," Moriah replied and tried to walk away but she was blocked. "Why did you have dinner with him?" A lady reporter asked with an obvious malice that laced her tone. Moriah didn't answer her. "Please, excuse me. I have to attend to my patients and stop blocking my way," Moriah said with a stern voice, her jaw was set, exuding an imposing aura gone was her sweet demeanor. The reporters
"If you think that you'll trip and fall while we dance, it won't happen as I'll take care of you," Harry said, wearing a lazy smile. Other ladies who see him smile like this would be euphoric but Moriah never reacted like that instead she narrowed her eyes in displeasure. "Mr Williams, are you not ashamed of pursuing a married woman? I'm sure that you knew, I'm married to Ethan Miller. I love my husband and will never be parted with him," Moriah sounded furious and her beautiful face red with rage. Harry looked tenderly at Moriah and shook his head. "You might not want to let go of your husband. But a marriage will only work if both of them want the marriage. It seemed that Mr Miller no longer wanted the marriage." "What nonsense are you talking about? My husband never gave up on us," Moriah scolded him, her face was like a feral cat. "Aren't you surprised why am I here? I have no connection or whatsoever with the organizer of this charity ball. This ball was organized by your husb