Cynthia X Novels & Stories

Because every time I looked at Valerie, standing by my side, speaking to others with quiet confidence, pride burned in my chest. She was radiant. Every inch the Luna they envied and admired. And she was the woman that I was proud to call my wife knowing that everything she was doing, she was doing on her own. Ethan approached with a glass in hand and that half-smile that always tried to look friendly but never reached his eyes. His wife, Claudia, stood just behind him, polite, distant, her expression neutral. “Xavier,” he greeted, clasping my arm. “Good to see you. It’s been too long. The two of you rarely ever attend any of the events you’re called for. One would actually think that you are

Alexis was not a bit surprised about this information, because she knew already that Faith was not the idle type, she was a virtuous woman who does everything to support her husband, thus everyday she was either out to her own shop, or she was out doing some empowerment in the name of her husband. She nod immediately and she head directly to her room, she dropped the key to her car on the shelve, then she put on her stereo, this time instead of Taylor Swift, she played Celine Dion track, she usually does this anytime her mind was in shambles or she was worried or confused.