Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE EX - WIFE'S RECKONING : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

“Don't look at me that way Naomi. You're solely behind this food poisoning.” Natasha blurted, sending off a displeased grin on the hospital bed.“But Nat..”“Hold that shit! Don't dare try.” she pressed her body forward, sending a stern look blooming with a stern warning, establishing more displeasure.“Step outside this hospital premises while you wait for your invitation from the police. You already know how this will end. Murderer.”Naomi's eyes furrowed in, and her shaky legs gave her emotions to the tense room as she made for the exit door.The whole world shattered, except for every spot she had stepped foot.How could she? Why is she so cruel to me? I mean, she politely asked me to help her place an order for pizza. How come she's throwing blame and threats on me that I poisoned her meal? C'mon, girl.. may God save you from this one this last time. You'll have to bid farewell to dreams come true that come through to take your sanity.Naomi kept thinking out loud in her head unt

The prison walls felt like they were closing in, close enough to clap her head, crushing it into nothing. A perfect remedy and escape route for what has just befall her. The unexpected, an accusation that has warranted her to be treated as a suspect until proved otherwise.The moist in her eyes went dry, her lips married each other, refusing to let her breathe a word of the many thoughts that kept rubbing in her head.“Hey, mate. What brings you to the VIP’s cell?” A mature voice shrieked through a squared opening on the white painted wall, calling her attention from the other end of the room.Naomi lifted her head to meet eyeballs flinching through the box like opening.“I am talking to you bitch! You gotta respond to the VIP cell yard mistress or get kicked out to mingle with the regular lifers.”Naomi's heart skipped, twice. She budged, but put her act together, wearing her fears inside, flaunting her unfazed body language on the outside.She stood up from her bunk bed and walked w

Clara: “It's been a year plus, but still, I haven't quite found the right words to express how stupid I feel each day for putting my insecurities and my selfish desires first, over the friendship we once shared. I don't have the best words to tender my apologies, but I can make things right this time, I promise. My heart sinks into despair each time it throbs about the incident that almost claimed your life. Since then, I haven't been myself. I am not asking for too much, Naomi, I will take care of your bills, to my place here in China, and back. I have heard about everything going south in your life, please don't say no. Give me this one more chance to make things right, Naomi. I know, I don't deserve it.”Naomi skimmed through the text she had received from her long-lost Judas and friend, the umpteenth time. Still in doubt and relish. Her heartbeat told a story of the pain she had subjected herself to over a man who didn't catch a glimpse of her ideal kind of man.Every breat

“Miss Carmen, you still have 24 hours to think this decision through. You may want to retain your true identity or take a different one. While this is impossible to reverse, do reach through the policies, risk, social post trauma that may conflict within you and sometimes, it may tamper with your true self-esteem.”The plastic surgeon raised his brow to form an arc, throwing a neutral but concerning gaze at Naomi, then to Clara and back to Naomi, signalling with a nod at Clara to do the talking with her friend.“You may want to go through those documents beside you again. Once you arrive at a decision, you can call my attention with a dial.” he flickered his eye to where a telephone was seated on the wall, right beside the patient's bed, brought his eye back to the duo who were seated, upright, and continued, “so we can proceed with signing the documents where necessary.” He let out a mild smile that didn't stretch a single muscle around his mouth, and turned on his heel and left the

Nothing heals the past like time. But some wounds don't heal quickly, or their healing process moves like a running tortoise, marking its territories in every sane corner of the mind, soul and body, defeating sanity, and detailing its scars that open up each time it remembers that night. The night when they locked the world away. That night, where thighs kissed, two hearts beat as one in a heat of passion and touch.Each faded memory came crawling in like it all happened a few seconds ago; again, it burnt off, just like his gut was burning with regrets and anger. The anger of losing the opportunity to experience fatherhood, due to the carelessness of one person. His jaw ticked whilst his teeth ground hard against each other. He relaxed into his office chair, rocking it like a pendulum bulb, left to right and back.“Hi, hunnie.” A familiar voice pushed open the door on short notice without a knock.His heart melted at the sight of a bump that sat on her belly. But a part of him fought