BRIANNA'S POV  GUESS the soft comfy bed, wine or the warm bath I had, either one of those three. I can't figure out the exact one that had made me sedative, all I could understand was that after both I fell into a long deep sleep that I wouldn't be awake from till day break. It has been a while since I had that as well, the long dreamless night that was so hypnotic you wouldn't want to wake up from it even if the alarm rang a thousand times. When I finally did, it was surprising to see that those long hours I thought I had slept for was mere four hours. I kissed my teeth and rolled out of my bed wobbling with half closed eyes to the bathroom. After splashing a few water on my face, myimd became more active. I glanced at the close and saw it was still the early hours of the morning probably six am from how the moon was stil

BRIANNA'S POVMY Life was more boring than a living hell and I needed no one to give me that bit of information because it was glaring.The house was filled with maids at least a couple of them who didn't leave the house but still after the incident that happened in the kitchen I was sure no one would want to associate themself with the boss' wife so as not to get into unnecessary trouble.To be factual the thought of what had happened that morning still flickered somewhere in my mind I couldn't quite figure out just yet, If there was anything I was glad about it and you be the fact that his mother took my side.As much as I was excited about it, a thought flickered in my mind that aside Michelson being his mother's son, it was so obvious he was forced into this as a matter of fact he had said something similar to it during our argument this morning when he stated that "He wouldn't have been in this mess if not for his mother."It left me thinking where I stood, I wasn't even on his

MICHELSON POVTWO CAN play the game and this most definitely was a game I would like so very much to play.Looking at the whole scenario from a whole new perspective, we were both to be blamed for the whole situation.When I would blame the way I exploded over little things that had to do with her and her alone, she acted in a very immature manner and made a fuse for the whole thing.It was barely a week after our wedding and we were already a case study on why not to marry outbid pity, or an unwanted pregnancy.Yes, I would term it as being unwanted as there was no way I would have taken it up if not for the interference of my mother.It was something very provocative, and if things like what happened that night happened again, it feels like I am on the verge of losing it.I made up my mind to treat her the same way she was treating me, if she wanted this all rough I was going to give it to her exactly that way, the way she wants it, it was obvious all Brianna was doing was on pur

MICHELSON POV IT Burned in my Chest, Guilt and every other feeling that had to do with it. I broke her as a matter of fact I overdid it. Thinking back at everything it was starting to look silly to me, it was unprofessionally stupid for me to act in such a way. Yet it took a lot of shouting and everything else for me to realize how much I had acted as a fool. At first I had walked into the house and having that feeling of silence envelop me had been the best moments of the past five days of my life. It was obvious her boss had called her already. I had been expecting more drama but getting nothing was the first thing that got me out of the situation. Could it be that she was not going to react to the whole situation. I had thought to myself before walking to the bedroom the previous day I had spent the night at the guest but today I felt like seeing the look in her eyes, I wanted to face her and tell her it was the man. I had barely walked into the room when I found the bag o

BRIANNA'S POVTHE fact is had never had a more difficult task than having to put up with my husband Michelson Trevor, as a matter of fact it was the most difficult thing I have ever had to do and each time trying to love felt like a waste of time and effort, but the question in my mind remains should I stop trying?All these thoughts flickered in my mind on my way home, the fact that he didn't seem it fit to even walk me home but Instead had chosen to rush off to a meeting almost two hours to midnight.I was no fool to believe that, neither was I gullible to believe that an investor or whatever term he used to qualify what he was doing had actually called.It was a good excuse anyways, one I couldn't argue with but yet there was this hole in my heart filled with uncertainty, it left in me a blankness deep down one that would be a waste of time if I try to fill it back in.I knew it was impossible there was anyone of sort but like I would always say to myself– Time would tell.The c