Kendall I struggle with my suitcases as I tried to catch up with Lance as he heads towards the car. He had only one bag to carry which makes sense why he's able to walk briskly. I on the other hand have two suitcases, three travelling bags and my hand bag. He didn't even offer to take any of them from me. Definitely not a gentleman. When I got to the car a short fat grey haired man walked up to us, and despite his grey hairs he was fairly handsome. "Kendall this is Rafael, the driver" "Nice to meet you sir" I say giving him the warmest smile I possibly could. Lance rolls his eyes and open the door of the car. "It's a pleasure Mrs. Russo" he takes my hand into his and kisses it gently. "Do your job Rafael and quit talking to her. You're a driver. Nothing else. Remember that" his face was immediately flushed with embarrassment and I felt sorry for him. He takes my bags and place them in the trunk of the car, then we got in and he drove off. Lance seated himself to the farthest end o

Kendall I stop at the corner shop and bought a bottle of water, then I took a seat on the bench. I had just finished exercising and I feel exhausted. I haven’t exercised in a long while. Like two years … It was a good way to get my mind open about doing something evil to Lance, but all I could think about was something silly. I shouldn’t even be thinking about doing something to him, since I’m technically dependent on him. Ugh … I don’t even know what to do right now. He’s so irritating and judgmental. Without trying to know the real reason I married him he just jumped to the conclusion of me being a whore … But then again, why wouldn’t he? If his mother didn’t put Suzanne in the hospital we would have never crossed paths. I would have continued my studies. I let out a sigh. “Hello, Kendall, right?” I look up at the nice piece of chocolate standing in front of me. His blue eyes glistened at me, not to mention his gorgeous smile. My heart immediately stopped. Literally. He’s probably

Lance The flight back home was quite. Well ... Kendall was quite. Not once did she look at me.She was broken from yesterday and it felt really good to know that I hurt her. Where is the fire that she used to blaze at me? Gone! and I'm proud to say it's because of me. I feel proud. I deserve a medal. I should treat myself. I deserve it. She's so lucky my lying mother stepped in and covered for her. I look over at her and let out a loud laugh. With her head rested against the window of the car watching the rain. "You know, I should have made you travel in the trunk. I have to be driving so careful so I don't crash because of your ugly face" she kept quite, but I chose to torment her even more. "How do you stand to look at yourself in the mirror? You know, if I were you, I would kill myself. Not saying you should, but people always take my advice. You should too" Still she kept quite. "If you die who would miss you? Think about it. I can bet a man never looked at you before. I wouldn't

Lance "What is taking you so long Cindy?!" I bark from the living room. I apply the pain relief cream to my legs and hands. The things I want to do to Kendall right now! How I wish she would kill herself. My life would be so much better. That stupid private investigator is taking forever to get me the details about her life so I can end her. She must have a weakness, that I can use to end her forever! I can't believe she had the guts to set me up like that! She needs to pay for this. I had to take a day off work because of my entire body is in pain. It felt like the aftermath of working out for the first time. The broom looked so flimsy, I didn't know it would hurt me this much. I'm going to punish her so bad she'll regret it! "Cindy!" I bark again. She rushed out of the kitchen with the trey. At that moment Kendall came out and sat down in the sofa opposite of me. "Forgive me Mr. Russo" Cindy pleads. "Whatever!" "I am very sorry sir." "Past me the morning newspaper now!" I order.

Kendall Life hates me. That's all I can say. How can it love me when I tried to end the pain, and it stopped me. The world would have been a way ... better place. Just as my mother said. The universe just had to involve itself and decide against me dying. Just because it enjoys seeing me suffer. Why did Lance have to save me? He should have just let me die. At least his life would have been better. I inhaled ... then exhaled. "How are you feeling sis?" Russell asked, interrupting my thoughts. I sat up and faced him. "I just wanted to die. Why can't you guys just make me die?! Your life would be so much better!" I screamed fisting myself in the head. "Don't say that! Please ... " He lowered his head and grabbed my hand. "This is all my fault Kendall. I should have never allowed this to go this far. I should never have made you marry that man. I should have been a better brother, but instead I sat around praying that maybe, just maybe things would get better. I thought that somehow L