All Chapters of Married To Mr. Narcissist: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rowland's POV. By the time I had stepped out of the restaurant Selene was gone. My chest ached. She despised me. I had told myself I just wanted to see her one last time at that party. I said I wasn’t going to bother her. I would just glance at her and walk away. But God help me when I saw her standing across the room, a glass of wine in her hand, and a lock of her hair fell across her face. I couldn't help but stare. She was different, in a good way. Now a full-blown woman. Huph, what was I expecting, that she would run right back into my arms? I turned the wheel right switching between lanes. My heart dropped at the sight of the little girl, such a fiery beauty just like her mother. I squeezed the wheel tighter. I deserved it. I was a coward and I left before we even had the chance to try. “I sent letters to your mother Rowland to give to you” Her words echoed in my head. How could it be? Mother never mentioned any of the sort. I turne

Selene's POV.My eyes narrowed.Tom looked up from his meal. "You are late, Selene."I glanced from him to Melanie and then Magrette.I really didn't want to blow things out of proportion. I came for dinner, and that's what we were going to have.I took a deep breath and pulled a seat back.Then pulled another seat next to me for Amira."Look who decided to finally show up," Melanie muttered."Good day to you, Mel. "It's been quite a while." I flashed a fake smile, folding a napkin on my lap. My fingers trembled lightly.I felt all eyes on me. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. Not today.I served myself and Amira from the big dish at the center.I reached for the last piece of cake."Do you want this, honey?" I asked."Yes, Mummy. "I want this and this and this," she yelled happily, pointing at the different contents on the plate.They all laughed lightly."Such a sweet little soul," I heard Lisa say, but I didn't turn. All I wanted was to be left alone on my side of the t

Sophie came back after a few minutes and sat on the chair next to me.The oxygen mask had been replaced over my nose. I really didn't want to talk about any of it, but Sophie was not having it. She shoved it right over."Girl, who was that?""He's no one, Sophie, just an old friend." I flashed a fake smile."No, no. That didn't look like" she made air quotes with her fingers "just an old friend. Seems you both have history."I chewed on my lower lip, glancing at her from the side of my eye.I couldn't risk too many people knowing. But still, this was Sophie; she wasn't people. And lord, I have held this in for so long, the guilt, the shame of it all. Wanting to talk to someone, anyone. So much so, I almost talked to a stranger who sat beside me at a playground. Almost.Sophie arched a brow. "Well?"I sighed, turning to face her. "Okay, Sophie, but this is just between the both of us."She raised both her hands in the air, "Cross my heart."I smiled. So I told her about Rowland, whe

Rowland's POVI drummed my fingers lazily on the table. I had just landed a big contract. I should be happy and celebrating. But I was so distracted.I glanced at my phone for the fifth time today, contemplating if I should call Selene to find out how she was doing.Who was counting anyway?The moment I heard about the fire that morning, I got to my feet.I was stepping out of the office building when I heard the receptionist on the phone.A fire at Oakland Street, house number forty-two.I waited for the receptionist to correct herself, to laugh it off as a mistake.She didn't.My fingers curled into my palm. That was Selene's house.By the time I reached the scene, everyone had cleared out. I was directed to the hospital.I couldn't believe she was alone. Something just didn't feel right.Seeing her on that hospital bed broke me; I felt helpless, and when she turned her face, asking me to leave, I had no choice.I sat outside for a couple of hours, hoping to see her husband pull up.

Selene's POV.I stopped by the grocery store to get some supplies for Amira.She was going back to school the next day, and she needed to be prepared.I had gone back to get my car, which I parked a good distance from the house the day after I left, when I was sure Tom had left for work. If he ever stayed home.I pulled up at Gross N Mart. The heart of grocery shopping in the city.Amira sat in the cart, swinging her legs eagerly while I pushed her through the aisles."Mommy, I want the strawberry ones!" Amira pointed at a box of fruit snacks.I smiled, picking it up. "Sure, sweetie. But only one pack, okay?"Amira nodded, then grabbed a small bag of apples and tried to balance it on her lap.I chuckled, reaching over to adjust it.I checked my list again-some of it was scribbled, some of it mental. Sandwich bread, peanut butter, crackers, juice boxes.I added a pack of napkins and a new water bottle, remembering how Amira had lost hers last week."Mommy, can I get this?" Amira held u