Zena POV’sI stepped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, my feet dragging on the floor. I turned on the light, and the brightness made me wince. I looked at myself in the mirror and was surprised at how tired I looked. My eyes were puffy, and there were dark circles underneath them. I ran my fingers through my hair, which was a mess. Then I splashed some water on my face and took a deep breath. I knew I was a mess, but I had to get it together.I started by washing my face with a gentle cleanser, and e patted it dry with a soft towel. Then, I brushed my teeth and ran a brush through my hair. I put on a pair of comfortable clothes and went back into the bedroom. I looked around the room, trying to think of what to do next. I decided to make the bed and straighten up the room a bit. It felt good to move around and do something productive. But there was nothing I could do here.I was startled by the sound of a knock on the door. I hesitated for a moment, wondering who it could be

Alicia POV’sI was sitting on the floor, tears streaming down my face, as I sobbed uncontrollably. I was throwing things around the room, knocking over chairs and breaking vases, my anger and frustration spilling over. I couldn't believe what had happened, and I felt like I was losing control. I didn't know what to do, and I just wanted to make the pain go away. I felt like I was drowning in my own emotions, and I didn't know how to escape.It was hard for me to believe that the man I loved, the man I had been with for so long, was now gone. I knew that Justin had been unhappy for a while, but I never thought he would actually leave me for someone else. It felt like a knife pierced into my heart. I felt betrayed, and I didn't know how to go on without him. I felt like my life was falling apart, and I didn't know how to put the pieces back together.Then I finally realized that Justin’s lack of intimacy wasn't just a result of his busy schedule, as he had always claimed. It was clear

Zena POV’sFinally, Justin walked into his office, his smile widened as he saw me still waiting for him.My eyes fixed on him as he entered. I couldn’t move my gaze from him, I just stared at him, hoping I could just say the feelings I had buckled up, but I knew I couldn’t in order not ruin the peaceful friendship we have now.“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long?” He asked and I shook my head.I wanted to tell him about Mr Ralph, but I hesitated. Something about the whole situation felt off to me. Mr. Ralph had been very mysterious, and I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to tell Justin about him. After much thought, I decided to keep it to myself for now, until I could figure out what was going on. "No, I’m fine,” I replied. “Hope everything is okay?” I wanted to know the reason why he left earlier."It's nothing major," Justin assured me. “Just some routine things that needed to be taken care of. Nothing for you to concern yourself with." I nodded, even though I was sti

Justin's POVI walked out of the ward and I gritted my teeth hard. My fingers clenched into a fist, and I wanted to punch something. No, I wanted to punch someone. I hated more than anything in the world seeing Zena lie down so helpless on the hospital bed, having gone through so much from my mother. Yet, despite her condition, she still had thoughts left in her heart to think of me. A little wonder I fell heart and soul and body in love with her. Don't get me wrong; I love my mum too. As she said, she has sacrificed a lot for me in the past, but if she truly loves me as she claims to, she would also live and accept the person I love and adore. If you love someone, you don't hurt them. But every time I had to watch Zena put up with her excesses, I was cut to the soul. As I strode confidently on the hospital corridors, I forced the anger out and breathed deep, quick sighs. Now was not the time to put myself or my feelings first. I opened the door to the doctor's office without knocki

Justin's POVMy heart raced with every sound of laughter that came from Zena and I would give up everything I had if only I could hear that sound everyday of my life. Or, at least, that's what I felt like in that moment. I still was uncertain about my feelings for her, but I was willing to dwell in every moment I spent with her. My excuse is that she is the mother of my child and I enjoyed the time I spent with her, making our baby. Infact, my body remembers her and desired more. She had falled asleep while holding my arm in the car and the jostling of the car as we drove home made her uncomfortable and she squirmed in her sleep. I asked the driver to park on the side of the road for some time to allow her sleep comfortably. Unconsciously, she had thrown the weight of her body on mine. The heaviness of her body sent jolts of pleasure all over my body and I couldn't feel the soreness of my muscles. But for her being in convalescence and the presence of the driver, I would have ta