It was sad how things turned out for me. It was even more sad that I had to lose at both ends. The long breakup note I had sent was intended to make him feel remorseful, but it didn't. And how was it that he was too willing to discard me like some piece of trash? Was this it?‘You can never know with men!’ It was now that the dictum my mum always said dawned on my face. I even had to add mine; you can never know with women. I'd make that bitch pay for what she did to me once I get out of this!I cried my eyes out all night. The days were lonely and dreary. Every day birthed its new problem for me. I found it a hard put to discuss it with anyone, since the only ones I had trusted let me down. I also couldn't tell it to Mum or Dad, because they had their own problems too and I didn't want to bother them.I grabbed a romance book from the bookshelf and thought of reading it. I gave up the idea, remembering what had transpired between me and Charles some days ago. I decided to listen to
I turned my face towards the left, struggling hard to hide it away from the cameras. The CEO kept mum, with a resolute face. The reporters were surprised at how none of us budged. They soon grew more anxious and continued with their questioning.“Who is she to you?”“How can you explain this to the media?”“And she looks like a pauper. Why would you stoop so low?”That last hurt me so deeply. I gasped suddenly and gulped down hard. I knew I didn't have much money, but it's so bad how they made me feel worthless like some piece of filth. In a normal circumstance, I'd have tried to defend myself, but right now, the circumstances were beyond normal, so I couldn't do anything about it.I wanted to say something to the man beside me, but the noise from the crowd drowned my tiny voice. It now sounded barely above a whisper.“Can we leave this place immediately? I can't take this anymore!” I took an exasperated sigh.“Oh you wanna leave? Isn't this more of a shame to you?” One of the angry r
‘Bernard Alexander, the CEO of the Alexander's Hotels And Suites Spotted With A Mysterious Low-Class Lady On A Night Dress!’ The news headlines shone brightly at my face.“What?!” I yelled loudly and jerked as I read those lines.Scrolling down through the news, it was all I could do to break down into tears. The netizens weren't taking it lightly with me.“She's a gold digger!” I read the next comment and whimpered softly.From the news headlines, one could insinuate almost accurately that we came out from a hotel room, or something of sort, which was what the majority of the online critics thought.All I could think of right now, was what my parents and close relatives would have to say, if they found out about the scandal. I bothered more about that, than I did about what Charles and the likes would say.It's been barely twenty-four hours since I and the CEO were found together by the paparazzi, yet the news spread very fast. Our crazy escapade was polished by the media to be capti
The Gibbons garden was well-decorated with live flowers of different kinds. The canopy trees gave the place a shady look and a touch of nature. This was a perfect spot for Alex and I. I have come here on several occasions to catch up with Charles, but most of the time, he didn't show up. I'd painstakingly leave after waiting for hours without seeing him. Now it was my turn. My turn to pay him back in a different way.Bernard and I had showed up a little earlier than when Charles decided we met. We were already seated opposite to each other, under my favourite tree, enjoying the chill of the atmosphere and he had ordered a bottle of champagne.“Alice, can I ask you a question?” He gazed at me suddenly.“What’s that?” I was curious to know what he wanted to ask.“Do you still love your boyfriend?” His hoarse tone pervaded my ears.I gulped, lowering my gaze to the table and admiring the lovely patterns on it. I knew I had to choose my words wisely, else it would end on a bad note.“I h
We got into the car and he drove down the street. While he drove, I thought of the people in the garden and why they keep recurring each time we were seen in public.We passed my house, but he didn't halt. I became a bit worried.“You don't wanna drop me at my place? Where are we going now?”He kept silent and moved on, until we got to a jewellery store, where he parked his car by the road side. He alighted from the car and opened the door for me to do the same.“But what the hell are we doing here?” I asked with furrowed eyebrows.“Can we get at least in first?” He requested.With that, he grabbed my hand and we moved in.The shoptender looked at us with bewilderment, as we majestically walked in like some sort of couple. My eyes caught a beautiful collection of diamond necklace displayed in a transparent glass frame at the extreme end of the shop. I secretly admired it and wished it was mine.“How much does this cost?” He pointed at it and stared back at the shoptender.“It's a mill
Sundays have always been my worst days since I relocated to this part of the city. It was overly boring and sunny most times, especially in summer. I usually stayed indoors until evening, primarily because I seldom attend church service. Even when I did, the sermons were unnecessarily and enervating. It would stretch as long as two hours, after which the tireless Sermoner would walk down the pulpit, still looking eager to say more. Nevertheless, after the unending sermon, I'd find it difficult to recall a single word he said, nor would I remember a Bible verse. I sometimes wondered if I was the only one that felt that way.Today was different. I still didn't attend church, but staying at home was no better. I had nothing to do and yet nowhere to go.I had earlier expected Bernard's call, to perhaps ask me out for tea at a favourite cafe down the street, or a quiet time at his private suite, or something of sort, but it never did come. I then attempted to call him to ask how he was fa
“Who's that?” I yelled loudly, wishing the stranger had not cut short my restful sleep.I walked to get the door and to my chagrin, it was Stephanie.“What the hell are you doing here?” I bellowed, still standing by the door.“I…I'm sorry,” she flinched at my hoarse tone. “Please can you let me in?”“Oh really? You want to be let in right? When all you could think of is flirting around with my boyfriend, huh?” I got irritated by her presence.“But I thought we've gotten over this. Nothing happened, believe me,” she tried in vain to plead with me.I paused and blinked my eyes in an impatient sort of way.“You expect me to believe you? C'mon Stephanie, if you were in my shoes were you gonna believe me?” I nodded slowly, my anger getting intense by every second.Stephanie kept mum and bit her lower lip. Her gaze was lowered to the ground, as though she all of a sudden saw an interesting object.“I'm talking to you! Would you?” I snarled at her.She snapped out of her thoughts and said,
Charles' POVNothing hurts more than seeing the one you love loving someone else. So it was for me, when I watched eagerly as Alice was having a great time with the Billionaire CEO she was rumoured to have an affair with. I knew all of those were lies and aimed at getting back at me, but the more I tried to take my mind off it, the more it kept recurring in my mind. It hurts every damn time.Of all the women I've ever met all my life, Alice was the only one I loved and luckily, she loved me as much. She was also the most vulnerable and naïve. I must admit I took advantage of this.Right now, everything seems to have changed. She has grown stronger and no longer cares about me. How can I tell whether she had fallen in love with this stranger or not?I've tried calling her on the phone a couple of times, but it all seemed abortive. The only time she called, I asked her to come over for a talk and she rejected. Did she hate me that much? Or was she scared of what her supposed new lover