Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Marriage Deal To Remember : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

JENSYNThe chandelier shone like fireworks above our heads, scattering tiny flecks of light here and there around the marble floor of the hall. The heels I wore echoed softly with the jazz bumming around. I stayed close to my husband's side, my arms were curled around his own making us look like the ideal couple in love.I knew how to play my cards well. Being with Linden like this made me move with power and a feeling that I was untouchable.I wore red, of course.And when I say that, I don't mean rose red or cherry red. I mean deeper read, bloody read, crimson red, dark red that looked like secrets never to be told had been stitched into me. The dress clung to me like it was born with me. It stopped mid-thigh with a slit that kissed my thigh. I had no necklace on (that wasn't needed at all). This dress didn't need one.After a while of showcasing myself with Linden, I found Willow (yes, I was more natural with her) because she was the first person I knew I had to find. She wore a pa

LINDENIt's been four hours. Four hours since Willow saw Jensyn last. Every minute that passed seemed to me like it crawled. I stood just outside the gilded doors of the event hall, hands on my head. The cold air brushed gently against my tailored jacket but nothing could soothe the restlessness that clawed at my insides. Willow stood beside me, arms wrapped around herself. Lev and Derek also stood at one side, speaking to the officers who'd already searched the restrooms, exit, cameras for anything to show that Jensyn was taken.But there was nothing, not even a damn lipstick smudge on the wall.My hands aggressively drove into my trouser pockets to keep them from shaking. I couldn't let anyone notice how tense this made me. I couldn't let the press catch wind of this. But damn! My jaw ached from clenching them so hard.“Willow, are you sure she went to the restroom?” I asked Willow for the nth time, eyes sweeping the sidewalk again. She nodded without looking at me. “She told me

JENSYNI shouldn't be doing this.My heart raced so fast like a lighting bolt, loud and erratic. I knelt by Linden's wardrobe, searching for something I wasn't sure was there. The wardrobe should be locked, it had always been like that, I knew it would be hard to get what I wanted from it, but today, it wasn't locked.That was because Linden was still home. He woke up late today and decided to have breakfast at home instead of going to work before the alarm went off. So, the moment I saw the latch unfastened, I knew I wouldn't get this chance again. I stayed in the room till I knew he was downstairs, biting my lips till I drew blood. My conscience kept tugging at me like a weak chain. But I needed to find Andrea's birth certificate.Linden's wardrobe was neat. The shirts were folded, the few shoes he had were lined up well, the rest were in one of the guestrooms I presume. The neatness was unnerving for someone like Linden Rawlings. I opened the bottom drawer and found it filled wit

LINDENNothing in this town had changed. Even the train station that me, Lev, and our other friends always came to every Thursday still looked the same. The rails were still rust-coloured and it was still very busy. I decided to take the train here. I didn't want to show up into the town like the thirty-two years old man that I was, I wanted to be in this town like I was twenty-two, months before I had Andrea.The moment my shoes touched the pavement in the train station, something curled in my chest tightly. The city had memories locked into every crack of its sideways, memories I thought I had buried somewhere. My driver waved from across the train. He hadn't asked questions when he booked me a ticket for the train last night, he hadn't even looked at me, he just did his work and he arranged a car for me here. We walked to the car together and I slid in. “Take me to the town's police station.” I muttered and the driver nodded and drove off.Hudson hadn't changed. There were still

JENSYNIt was my first day at work. I didn’t really feel anything except the fact that I was working where I had always wanted to work. It was a dream come true. I was living that dream my father said were not meant for girls. Maybe he meant writing was not meant for me in particular. He was nice to other kids, not to me though.By nine o’clock, I was settled into a small office with three desks squeezed into a rectangle barely bigger than a walk-in closet. There were two large window frames which compensated for the small size of the working space. It was well ventilated. The air smelt of paper and lemon cleaner. The morning sun spilled in through the neatly cleaned, high windows.The two coworkers that I had, Marcy and Jonah, made sure I was comfortable in my space. Marcy, a petite woman with chestnut curls and a warm smile, insisted on helping me arrange my belongings in my space. Jonah, the man who was tall and lanky, with glasses pinched on his nose, occupied the desk opposite mi