Semua Bab When Tragedy Strikes : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Aria’s food was brought to Aria’s room. Jasmine despite knowing Aria could feed herself refused Aria from doing that. She fed Aria. Then dressed the little girl up. She told Aria not to dirty her dress nor get it rumbled. She left Aria’s room after giving the little girl that instruction. “Mommy! Are we going to see Kelvin?” Little Aria had asked her mother before she completely went out of sight. The only time they left the house was when they are going to see her mother’s best friend who has a son, “Kelvin”. Aria takes it that they were going to Kelvin’s place. “No questions now Aria!” Jasmine had said before finally disappearing from Aria’s room. Jasmine went to her shared room with Fabian, her husband. Instead of taking her bath, Jasmine just took of her sleeping garment. She dressed herself in a pair of jeans and a black top. Then left the room with a bag hanging over her shoulder. Jasmine went back to get her daughter Aria. She carried the four year old and left with her.

Jasmine, knowing fully well what awaits her within those walls walked with her head held high. She had her daughter in her arms as she walked into the mansion. Fabian was there, standing with his back to the door that welcomes you to the interior. Madam Clautra rushed to take Aria from Jasmine. It was as though the woman already knew what would happen. She left with Aria in her arms leaving Jasmine and Fabian alone in the foyer. “You are back home early”. Jasmine said coolly despite the intense atmosphere. “Where the hell are you coming from?” Fabian asked Jasmine not replying to what she had initially said. “An apartment that’s like a pen compared to your mansion; there was love where I went”. Jasmine said calmly. Fabian scowled at her. Then with a deep darken voice, he ordered her to follow him. She scoffed, but she followed him as he led her to his study. Jasmine wondered why he was leading her to a place where he forbids her from going. He would never want her there. But sh

She walked out of the bathroom without knowing if she was courageous enough to face her cheating husband who has succeeded in tainting her. But it never occurred to her that she would be unphased by the scene before her eyes. They didn’t change position. They were still on the bed, with Katherine’s head rested on Fabian’s chest. And Jasmine didn’t know where the laugh came from. Except for the fact that she was the one laughing, she had no clue what part of her was doing that. She walked into her dressing room where she looked for what to wear in her closet. Then she undressed herself, her eyes spotting the hickeys she was covered in from the mirror. Jasmine felt disgusted by what she was seeing on herself, but there was nothing she could do about it. She decided to act like she was not bothered by the hickeys. She dropped the jet black jumpsuit she has taken from the closet on the chair sitting in front of the mirror. All she needed was in that dressing room. She contemplated tak

“Children practice exactly what they see, they say. What example would Jasmine be teaching this poor thing now?” Katherine’s voice filled the almost empty hall. She was now in the foyer. It seems she had witnessed everything. She got to Aria before Clautra could. She leaned in closer to the little girl and whispered into her ears,“Your mother is being atrocious. She is evil. And she doesn’t mind doing it in front of you knowing fully well you might take her footsteps”. Katherine said to the 4 year old who just looked into space, probably trying to process what Katherine had just said. But then, confusion creeps into her face as she seemed unsure what to make of Katherine’s words. Katherine dragged the little girl outside with her. Clautra tried to stop her, more like she wanted to. But she was fearful of what Katherine could do to her. She hates Katherine. The woman was never up to no good. And if anyone questions her, she paint them black before Fabian’s eyes. ************Jasmine

Jasmine watched as Mrs. Hart’s car drove into the compound and parked in front of the mansion. The reporters were already trolling out of the compound one after the other. They met her by the gate. Mrs. Hart did not seem to come out of her car until all the reporters were gone from the compound. One of the reporters stopped to ask Jasmine a few question, but got attacked by Jasmine instead. Jasmine needed to pass out her frustration somewhere, and this reporter seemed to have asked just the right question to trigger Jasmine and make her go wild. “How many men have you slept with? Is your husband the actual father of your daughter?” The reporter asked Jasmine. And this got her the right reason to attack. It was the right reason for her, but not to those who turned on their camera on her to record her harassing a poor reporter as people had put it. They never cared to know what the reporter did. Jasmine was fined for assault and was detained for a while. When she was released on bai