She was puzzled when he pulls her inside the supermarket and grabs a shopping cart, she can’t do anything but follow him every step for he was holding her hand. Her eyes were suddenly fixed into his flawless face while she was letting him to pulls her as if she was under his spell. When they arrived at the bread and bakery department, he paused and let go of her hands; she was merely studying him while he was busy loading a bundle of bread into their cart. His gaze landed on her when she touches his hand, he felt his heart skips fast, he panicked pulled his hand away from her, “what—what are you doing?” he stammers. “I’m just curious why all of a sudden you brought me here to buy groceries where we still have a stock in our house?” she said then look at her back and cheerfully smiles as she spotted her favorite bread. “I’m leaving,” he breat

“How could she cut off my call?” He complains furiously, keeps his phone in his pocket, sits on a couch in the hotel room where he is staying, and crosses his legs while waiting for an email from his customer.   He was dazed when he heard the door open; he didn't turn to see who it was since he was certain it was the hotel worker, "auntie, clean the room once I'm out." He stated that without looking at her.   “How could you assume I'm the auntie in this hotel, Zeke?” He turned his head and stood in shock when he heard a silky voice of a lady; he spotted Gillian was standing in his room.   “What exactly are you doing here?! “How did you get in?” he yelled, as she approaches closer to him, smiling and seductively pulling the hemline of his coat, “since everyone believes I'm your wife, I'm giving myself to pretend to be your wife, what do you think?” she inquires.   “It's not a good idea; I have a wife;

Bella awoke with a painful body and a dizzy head; she opened her eyes and sat on the bed in her room. She was astonished as to how she managed to go home last night while quite intoxicated.   She moves her gaze around, attempting to recall what happened, but it all stops as she finishes a glass of red wine. She taps her head twice to relieve the ache, but she is still disoriented.   She walked out of her room and into the kitchen, where she found a glass of warm lemon water on the table with the words "drink it. It will help to get rid of your hangover."   She knew that it was Ezekiel, she ignores it and faces the fridge, opening it and attempting to get a glass of cold water.   “What are you doing?!” she heard a loud deep voice coming from behind which makes her shocked and look at him. She saw her husband standing and staring furiously at her, she didn’t talk to him instead she hurriedly fill cold

“Bella’s POV”  My feet take me out of our house as if they had their own mind when Gillian comes in and hugs my husband in front of me. My thoughts continue reliving that irritating scenario and the news I've read about him on the internet in my brain, making my heart quiver and my chest tighten... My mind is racing with ideas... As I let my feet pull my body down the stairs, I placed my hand on the top left corner of my chest and pinch it. My knee weakens, forcing me to sit on the stairwell step and look blankly. Why did I leave them? I shouldn’t leave the two of them to do something disgusting and after all, that is still my home. I had the courage to stand and walk back there but as I enter and steps my feet inside, I realized a lot of things as I… I caught him…  Holding her arms, his body is clos

Her eyes were filled with unease as she escorted him out of the building. As the guy she was trying to lift coughed, she hurriedly asked her husband's assistant to take him in the car.  Luke didn't close the car door and waited for her to come and sit next to his boss. When she turned around when he was seated, he coughed nonstop. "Take him to the nearest hospital instantly," she ordered. "But, ma'am, I'm afraid Mr. Kiel won't be able to make it," he replies nervously, Ezekiel glaring at him as Bella turns to him, "What do you mean by that? It's only a cough, "she said, but she was worried about him. "It had happened to him previously, but he refused to let anybody send him to the hospital. He—he stayed at home for approximately a week, "he says," and I'm sure if that happens again, you'll need to be there to accompany him, "he adds.  She sluggishly gets into the car a