“Could you please pass the dish over here?” Kathleen extended her hand so Charlene could hand over the dish to her. . Instead of handing over the dish, she assisted in setting the table for dinner. “Did Veronica stop by today? She told me she's coming over, I thought I was going to meet her here.”“She was supposed to have an appointment with her doctor today. You came a bit late. Charles was also here, he promised to be the one to drive her to the hospital.” Kathleen explained.“That jughead. Did he say anything to you?” She peeked into her eyes as she halted.Kathleen stared back. She moistened her lower lip with the heel of her tongue. She shrugged off. “Like what? If it's something about you, he didn't mention anything. He was here because of his wife and he didn't stay long.”“I thought he told you.”Her eyes darkened with suspicion. With her focus on Charlene, she settled for her eyes, trying to fish out the secret in them. “What are you talking about? Is there something about

She was set to leave for work. She had about thirty minutes before leaving. Then she remembered Richard, she sighed softly before handling the doorknob, she twisted it and the door unlocked. She sauntered casually inside. The room was hushed as grave, she strolled to the bedroom to check on him.He seemed to have sensed her presence immediately when she was inside, he pivoted and smiled lightly when he saw her. Supposedly, he should have frowned for what she did last night but he didn't, not because he didn't want to but because he couldn't after seeing her.“Good morning.” “Good morning, Charlene.” Siitting in his wheelchair, he greeted warmly.As she glanced over the bed, she was remorseful with the thought that he didn't get a wink of sleep last night since she left when he annoyed her and there was no one to help him, he couldn't even eat on his own let alone get himself to the bed. She walked over, the tray was as she left it so his medicines. “Did you sleep at all?” He didn'

She revealed her eyes to see where she was, it was a matter of a minute before she figured out that she was in an unfamiliar room. She rubbed the heels of her right hand on her eyes to make her vision a bit clearer because it was vague. “Where am I?” She asked no one, looking around, no one was inside. The bedroom was well-groomed and alluring. Then she attempted to step down from the bed, and that was when it came to her notice that one of her hands was cuffed to the bed. “What’s this?” She exclaimed, examining it closely. She scanned the whole room until she realized what reality was. She tried to recollect the last event at the mansion, it was Richard. She vividly remembered that he did something to her before she passed out. “Where the hell am I? Anybody. Richard!” She shouted out, although it might be futile yet she continued shouting. Someone clattered inside the room, Charlene gazed up to find out who it was. Richard sauntered casually toward the bed with a big smirk pla

Another two days had already passed, and they were bonding again. Anyone could scarcely say their marriage had once crumbled because of how closed and attached they were now. Sometimes she answered all his questions even before he could complete them. Satisfied his curiosity and left off whatever needed to be kept a secret. The more she tried not to admit it, she realized her husband was already finding his way into her heart again. Both of them had agreed never to bring up the past, somehow everything was working smoothly. However, each time Charlene remembered Michael, deluded her like a criminal, and it was something she had to deal with till their honeymoon was over. They had been together for five days, she had been resolved in her determination to resist any of his charms. For how long could she resist Richard? Not always she had to keep daydreaming of them doing a lot of things together, something she didn't want to do with him physically.At night, standing outside, the bree

She felt something usual the moment she was approaching the entranceway. Something undecipherable. Someone would have said she committed a crime, judging by the way some people were looking at her. Charlene thought coming to work today was the most awful decision she ever made. The way they were looking at her made her body itch. She mustered courage as she was sauntering over, she kept telling herself never to pay any attention to them. “What the heck is going on with them? They're making me uneasy.” She cleared her throat then stepped into the skyscraper.“Okay–This doesn't feel right.” A few crowds gathered by the entrance. One of them walked over with a rose, she handed it over to Charlene with a bright smile that kept lingering on her pretty face.“You're lucky, girl.” With that she stepped away.Charlene felt like her pump shoes were pinned to the floor, she stared at the rose in her hand. She would have thought about something else but she came to the office yesterday and Mich