All Chapters of Rebecca’s broken vows: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

For the first time, as I leaned softly against the door, my chest rising and falling in quiet rhythm, I felt no hint of nervousness.‎‎ No fear.‎‎And no heartache.‎‎ No trembling or anticipation of what Derrick might say, or worse, what he might do.‎‎It was Still, this sudden calm that wrapped itself around me.‎‎ Only silence in my head, and the steady beat of my heart.‎‎ I saw it also, —an inescapable flicker in his eyes. ‎‎Was it Panic?‎‎ It was gone as quickly as it appeared, but I caught it, and it fueled me.‎‎My fingers pressed tightly against the envelope hidden inside my shirt. ‎‎The sharp edges pricked against my skin, reminding me of the what was stolen from me. ‎‎It has to be it, I prayed silently. The divorce papers. The key to finally breaking free. ‎‎‎I had shifted it into a firmer position, securing it close to me, as if it were both a weapon and a shield.‎‎‎Then i swallowed as I shut my eyes, traveling back in memor

And what if the test proves she’s not pregnant?” Fiona’s voice cut through the still air like a sharp blade. She leaned forward on the edge of the table, eyes glinting with something darker than concern.Derrick exhaled, long and tired, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Then she will be gone. That doesn’t change anything.”he wrapped his palm around hers saying.“Gone?” Fiona scoffed. Pulling out her hand. “Gone isn’t enough, Derrick. What happens when ‘gone’ finds her way back? What happens when she shows up three months from now with another story, another plea? Loose ends unravel everything. You should know that by now.”Rebecca’s stomach dropped as she listened from her corner, her knees pulled to her chest. Every word pressed down like a stone, heavier and heavier.Derrick’s voice steadied, hard. “No. I won’t cross that line. She disappears, that’s final. I’ll make sure of it.”Fiona’s tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth, slow, deliberate. “You’ve gone soft. You always

“You haven't looked through what?” He asked. Turning his full attention to me now. I opened my mouth to speak, but then the words couldn't find their way out. I stared at his forehead, in-between his eyebrows blankly. Did i trust him completely? I found myself asking. He might have helped me get out of a situation but still, it could just be one of his mind twisting tricks. “Wait, hold up a minute Ryan,” i Paused my thoughts as i asked inquisitively.“Why did you come with me?”He looked me dead in the face unbelievably.“Are you always like this mrs Rebecca?”Ryan rubbed his palms through his face.“How did you know my husband, and becoming acquainted with him?, in such short time span.”“Your husband?” He lifted an eyebrow as a chuckle escaped his lips.“Um..um Derrick, i meant.” I stuttered. “It was an obvious mistake incase you did not realize.” I defended.“But that doesn't stop you from answering the question still.”“Mrs Rebecca,” he kissed his teeth. “How do i say this in

but how?" I questioned.‎‎My stomach unbelievably continued to knot ties with each page I swept through.‎‎My heart drummed against my chest so loud I thought Ryan might hear it from downstairs.‎‎I tucked a falling hair strand behind my ear as I subconsciously sat on the edge of the bathtub, ‎‎I could care less about the cold porcelain biting into my skin.‎‎The words on the page blurred, not because of bad lighting—no—but because of the mental fatigue I felt. ‎‎I tried to stabilize myself, taking in deep breaths, running my hands through my hair, and taking a pause but,I could barely even hold the papers still.‎‎Mrs. Rebecca...?" I heard Anna call out my name from the other side of the door.‎‎And out of reflex, I sprang to my feet, shoving the papers behind me like they were contraband.‎‎"Um, just a moment," I lifted my voice in pretence, despite how dry my throat was.‎‎"I prepared some clothes you might want to change into—they’re on the bed,"

thanks babe." Ryan walked up to Anna. Giving her a peck on the lips as she came to inform us about dinner. ‎ ‎He gave me one last look before walking out of the room. ‎ ‎"how are you feeling now?, Anna walked up close placed her hands on her knees asking me. ‎ ‎ ‎"oh I'm fine." "I'll join you in a minute." I said, tucking my falling hair behind my ears. ‎ ‎"okay then." she said politely shutting the door. ‎ ‎Immediately, I reached for my phone. Securing the envelope under my arm. ‎ ‎"please pick up drew, I said, multiple dialing his number." ‎ ‎But each time I did, the dial entered into voicemail. ‎ ‎More than anything, I felt the urgent need to smash my phone against the wall. ‎ ‎I promise you Drew I'll squeeze the shit out of your nose if I should lay my hands on you....I squirmed internally. ‎ ‎I was about to dial the number one more time, ‎ ‎But then I decided to leave him text messages instead. ‎ ‎"please call me as soon as you ge