Two of us were seated near the glass wall, the busy road could be seen from here. "So?" I muttered as we didn't know how to start a decent conversation or what to talk about. "I think you shouldn't be this nervous or afraid? I won't eat you, nor I'm a ghost." Laughing both of us slowly got comfortable and later started talking about random things. But the reason why I was anxious wasn't William, it was the message. A killing threat not for me but the guy with me. What would, whoever it was, would do after murdering the poor male who didn't even know anything. What he or she would get after doing something bad to the male? I tried my best to not seem concerned and focus on our conversation when the waiter came with our orders. "Thanks," I muttered to the girl who smiled and left us. "The taste of this sandwich is amazing." I munched the food happily forgetting that some problem might be lurking around. A hand came from b

I was bored and needed something to divert my attention. So here I was in an old dusty room which looked like it hasn't been cleaned for more than ten years. Coughing I looked at the thick layer of dust on the table beside me, 'What does my husband do here? Do he even come here?'  Staring around I could see many pictures covered with white clothes. Some boxes here and there but what I didn't understand was why keep all this locked here? Why not hang pictures on the walls? Taking hold of one of the boxes I opened it to find a beautiful necklace in it. Unintentionally I touched the clean smooth diamond hanging in the chain. "Whose things are these? And why had my husband kept all this like it's his treasure that he won't let anyone steal?" I muttered to myself as a wave of burning jealousy spread through me when a thought hit me. What if this all belongs to a girl Andrew loved very much but unfortunately, something happened between them? Th

"Come on fast." Rolling my eyes I walked out of my room and towards the impatient husband of mine who was waiting downstairs for me. My black tight, short dress with heels- yeah I wore heels!- and smoky eye makeup was giving me a badass look, messy bun was cherry on top. Walking down I made eye contact with the male who was staring at me wide-eyed before coughing and looking around. "I gave you this frock but..uh..." Was he blushing!? Hell yeah, he was, scratching the back of his neck he gave me his hand. "Let's go." Nodding, we both strolled out of the house. Andrew had asked me to have dinner out and I agreed, because why not? ***** "Which flavor of ice cream do you want?" I rubbed my jaw thinking for a while before deciding, on chocolate flavor. Just when we turned after taking our order I cursed in my mind because the stepbrother of my husband came in. A female with a child in her hand followed behind him. Truthfully I didn

Breathing loudly while not letting my tears be successful in falling I comforted my sister. "You have Liam why say you're lonely? Also, you can come to me anytime." I said, my voice deep with emotions. "I...You both seem busy in your own life." Frowning I made the sibling of mine face me. "What's up with you in real? Did you fight with that male or something else?" She gazed at her hands like there was nothing more interesting than them. That was the clue that something had happened between my friend and sister. She couldn't lie to me and that was why she wasn't saying anything, preferring silence more. "Tell me, Alison. Or I might call him to ask what's going on between you both. I swear if he had done something bad then I'm not gonna leave that man. He promised to keep you happy, so you telling me or not?" I tried to sound a little authoritative. She sighed before speaking up. "He is planning to go to some other country." She muttere

"Why would you change within seconds, last week you didn't want me to do any work, and today I have to check this whole pile," I whined while my husband sat there with a blank face nodding at me but still looking at his computer. Yesterday, I once again acted weird. I didn't know how but sometimes while lying on my bed or when I would be in the bathroom or at any other place where I would be alone I would see my mother's face. She would be too pale, her clothes red and blood dripping down on the floor where she would stand. Not understanding what I should do or why this was happening I started acting crazy that what others would say. Shouting at nothing or talking to walls. Which made Andrew take me to the hospital.  And the doc said that I have taken my mother's death as a big surprise and my mind wasn't letting me forget it because I didn't want to let go of that memory. Maybe it was true because I believed I could have done something to save h