ARIEL POV I could have been bothered about the new discovery I just made, but my mind seemed to have drifted. I can't seem to be at peace with the presence of Kathleen around as I cooked. It reminded me of the villain in the typical romance novel I always read. Does that mean that she would be the villain in Ryan and I love story? I shook my head, trying to drive away my thoughts, as I tried to concentrate. Just like Eva told me, I should be least bothered by her. Hopefully, she will come around. I decided it was best not to think about her presence, especially her taunts. She wasn't the type that gives up. Not that I blamed her much, after all, her best friend happened to be Ryan's ex-wife who died all of a sudden. It would be difficult for her to accept me for her brother. Gently placing the oatmeal and flask of hot tea, with bottled water in the basket, I made to leave the kitchen, but was interrupted anyway. "I doubt if your cooking will taste good, by the way. I guess you

RYAN POV It was the moment I saw my mum's number that I realized I'd fumbled. I shouldn't have trusted Kathleen when she showed me Ariel's phone. It was very disappointing on my part to not have trusted my wife. She was and still my superwoman. Always ready to help me to do the right thing. Even with my angry nature, she treated me kindly. She lists beautiful qualities about me, that I never even realized. Reality dawned on me, as I brushed through my hair. "You stoop so low, Kathleen. I will forgive you this time. But if this ever happens….”I glared at her, allowing her to complete my thoughts, as I darted to our bedroom. My mouth dropped open, as I saw Ariel packing her clothes in a bag. I felt my heart suddenly heavy, as I sauntered towards her. I held her left hand, pausing her movement for a while. "What do you think you are doing?”She jacked her hand off me, as my mouth suddenly became dry. I had never seen Ariel this angry before. I really messed up. "What does it look

ARIEL POV It was difficult to process my thoughts these days. A lot kept unveiling, giving me creeps. It was weird but I had a lot to look forward to or perhaps deal with. Lucille's husband, who got physical with her. Kathleen unending obsession to ending Ryan's and I relationship and my gut feeling that Evelyn might be alive. The last was a bad assumption, so I decided to discard the thoughts quickly. I put in more effort in sending the voice recording I took of him, in which he confessed his promiscuous life, as well as how he physically assaulted Lucille. After discovering I wasn't giving up,and knowing how bad it would be for him if the public got a hearing of the recording, he promised not to beat her again, but will still continue his promiscuous life. I wanted to put him to stop, but I decided to end it there. I simply blocked him, before trying to focus on other things. I sat at the back side of the house, enjoying the beautiful scenery. The garden was the perfect therap

ARIEL POV Everything before my eyes felt like flashes of scenes. The last time I got hit on the night of my escapade,rushed into my imaginary lane, as I felt glued to the position I was, just near the roadside. I closed my eyes, nervousness hitting every nerve of my body, the rain doing no justice in keeping me less wet. I felt a grip on my arm, as my body collided with something hard. It felt so fast, as I felt a covering on my head, my head resting on something, perhaps a body. Was it Ryan? The horns from cars subsided. I embraced the body tightly, but stopped when that scent hitted me. It wasn't a familiar scent. I opened my eyes, as I stepped back instantly, worries clouding my face. What the hell? "Damien. What are you doing here?” I rubbed off the fogginess in my eyes away as I stared at him. I can't believe I hugged him. He moved closer, his umbrella big enough, providing a covering for the both of as it drrizzled. I felt like I was making the biggest mistake. “It is bu

ARIEL POV Love, they say, is a beautiful thing. It is sometimes not a feeling, but based on actuality, on what you know. Love is patient and kind, forgives freely and lots more. Love is more than the looks.It is mostly about the admirable qualities. It had been over six months of my marriage with Ryan and so far so good, it made me feel safe. The past few days made me realize I was already in love with Ryan. Every day serves as a means to see more of his endearing qualities, making me grow in love with this man. I wasn't certain if I were to fall for him, but I definitely liked what I felt for him. But does he feel the same way for me? I let out a sigh, as I stared at him working on his laptop. We were currently on our way to Australia for our honeymoon. Surprised? I was surprised, too. I thought he would randomly pick a country close by or perhaps Italy since he mostly ventured into business there, but I was wrong. He picked the place I had always wanted since childhood. My dre