I heard the door creak open, making me shriek from surprise because of how distracted I was. My headshot towards the bedroom door. My bluish orbs lock with the dark green orbs.Relief washes over my body but not enough to peace out my pulsing heartbeat. Taking a long deep breath I try to calm my racing heart. Relax hop it was just Xavier.You husb..I stopped myself mid-way.God what was I about to say and why am I so sneaky these days? Forget it... It's not even a question. Why is he here in the first place? He has been ignoring me since I came here.Degrading my thought I focus my attention back on Xavier who was gawking at my frame with his hooded eyes. His intense look wanted to make me squirm.Why is he staring at me like that? &Why is he not saying anything?Even though only a minute or two had passed, his lack of words had me frustrated. I was never good with silence."Do yo-you need-ed anything-g," I asked knowing Xavier wasn't going to say anything so soon.But he chose to m

Seeing Xavier leaving had sadness rushed through every bit of me. I mentally curse myself for being so sensitive. It was my decision to stay away from him but seeing his act so normal about my departure had me hurt."Sandra goes to see if James is eating or not. May can't handle him alone especially while feeding,"I know dad wanted some alone time with me. Of course, it was more than obvious. Sandra nods her head in agreement. Her eyes met mine. I sent her a small smile that she didn't bother to return as expected. Still, disappointment didn't forget to fang its wings on me.Once Sandra's gone, dad turned towards me. Tears glistened in his eyes.I can't cry. I won't cry. I chanted."Dad, please don't do this," I paused as my breath comes out shaky "Seeing you sad I won't be able to leave,""Then don't leave... without you, this house doesn't like a house," Exclaimed dad almost pleading.A sad smile decorates my lips. "Dad I can't,""W-why?""Please dad try to understand it is not pos

I was all sweaty and sticky from our morning activity. Suddenly his weight was no longer on me. Getting off the bed Xavier paddle straight to the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Soon the sound of water was on.Taking a long breath, I hunch myself into a sitting position and cover my naked state with the silk duvet.My gaze falls back to the familiar band in my ring finger. My wedding band. To say I was surprised would be an understatement when Xavier handed me the ring the day before yesterday. Honestly speaking I was more surprised that he still had it than the fact he gave it back to me.Yes, our relationship has to go through a lot of throws but now I could see a flower blossom. Even though being with Xavier has given me more pain than happiness, I want to forget everything and move on.Over time my perception of Xavier completely changed. Xavier as promised has been doing everything to mend our relationship. Our situation gradually improved. I thought he never liked me b

Even now Xavier's word was still printed clear on my head as if it was spilled a mere seconds ago when in reality it's been hours.Xavier always put it as if I was the wrong one and I was also convinced I was the problem or else why would our relationship not work. He always did what he wanted with me, with no tiny regard for the sentimental value of my emotions or what I wanted. I tolerated everything, thinking it's a leap of faith but not anymore.Unbeknownst to me, I was trapped in the depth of lies, and deception. I fail to understand his reality. But what could I have done? How do I assess the extent of infidelity actually committed by a man I trusted as a husband?But now that the facade he has a layer to conceal his reality is finally peeled. I can clearly see what he is. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.The depth of Xavier's betrayal made me wish he could kill me again a thousand times over! I don't care what reasoning there is, it is absolutely despicable.

I followed out of the room and over to the wide staircase that led up to the bottom floor. The house wasn't anything close to a mansion but from paintings, decorations, furniture to every single thing about the place screamed money. I could tell it must have cost a fortune. How exactly rich is the man exactly?I knew he was rich. Everything about him seemed expensive... from his clothes, shoes, watch to his perfume, everything screamed money. I can tell this man doesn't even look at the price tag before buying it. Obviously, his house would be his standard average-looking house. I know there is nothing wrong with simplicity instead I myself believe in simplicity.But staying with 'him' I know how rich people's mentality is if not all but most of the people have the same mentality. Maybe I am being a little judgmental here but I can't help it.Turning left she led me to the end of the corridor before pausing in front of a double door. Andrea pushed the door open and we stepped inside.