Rica came back that evening feeling very angry. Steven could tell from her frowned face and tobacco as she removed her pink wig devastated. He was going through the shopping list at that time, so when he saw her walk in, he pretended he didn’t see her. “If I find out you are cheating on me, Steven…,” Rica pointed at him unconvinced, “you and your lover will pay with your lives.” Steven was quiet. From childhood, he learnt silence was the best answer for a fool. Thank goodness that was the best time to implement it. Rica ran upstairs and shut herself in her room, probably planning where to search for his lover next. Steven gave the list back to the servant. “It is nice. That should do for now.” The servant nodded and was off to the kitchen. Steven was engulfed with a positive feeling. He finally saw Anita again. That was the last thing he expected, honestly. He smiled at himself and took out his phone. “Damn!” He doesn’t have her contact. He literally forgot to ask her for her nu

Dead in the night, his phone rang nonstop with Harrison’s call. Steven trembled with fright. Sweat sprinkled down his forehead as he kept gazing at his phone screen. He couldn’t cut the call nor could he keep his lips sealed. Not after what Rica did. Running away would only prove he is more guilty. He took a deep breath and picked up the call.“Count your days, Steven! Count your fucking days!” Harrison’s deep voice threatened the call. “Harrison, listen….”“Three….”“Harrison, this was Rica’s doing. I didn’t do….”“Two….”“What are you doing? Harrison….”“One!”There was multiple gunshots, breaking glass windows and forcing open doors. Rica smartly forced him down and they snuck their way out of the room. “What is this about?” She asked, as they snuck to the basement. It was their safe site for then. “You are asking me? I wasn’t one who killed a child!”“Stop whining like a damn child!”She typed in the password and they walked in. “Maybe we should change the password from 1234?”

Steven was nervous Anita narrowly caught him. But he needed to be smart about it. He couldn’t let her ruin him. “I didn’t mention that name.” He denied. Rica was fuming.“After everything I have done for you, Steven. After every fucking thing, you are still seeing that lady.” Steven calmed her.“You heard things. I didn’t mention Anita.”“O! You keep your mouth shut! I am not stupid! How long have you been seeing her? Where does she stay?”“Rica, I swear there is no Anita.”She took her phone and began to dial a number. “Tell me or I will kill your mother.” “Why are you not listening to me? There is no freaking Anita.” “You have made a grave mistake, Steven. A grave one!”As she dialed the number, Steven slapped her on the face, causing her to fall on her side and her phone slid off her grip. “Hello, boss.” A deep voice said at the other end. “Kill that bitch!” Rica screamed. “Excuse me? Hello….”Steven cut the call promptly and closed Anita’s mouth, to prevent her from talk

The gate’s doorbell rang. This confused Steven. Anita didn’t tell anyone of the guesthouse, did she? He pulled out his gun and tiptoed to the door. He activated the security camera beside the door. He was confused at the sight of a familiar face. He swore he saw that person somewhere. He wasn’t sure where. The person carried something. He opened the door and stepped outside. The person struck more resemblance to him. It was Vicky! Anita’s neighbor. The lady grinned naively and held Bonnie in her carrier. “O! It’s you, Mr Steven.” She sounded cheerful. “Is Anita in? She forgot Bonnie with me.” Steven shut the door at her face and began to walk back inside. “Wait! Is she your daughter?” Vicky yelled from the gate. “Why don’t you take her? She keeps crying nonstop. She wants Anita now.” Steven shut the door behind him and locked his door. He sat on the door, traumatized by this new stage of his life. A baby? How was he supposed to take care of her? He doesn’t know anything about Bonn

Vicky (Third Person’s POV)Vicky gave her husband Donald Gree his meal and hurried to get her own. Since he arrived from his long trip to Paris, she barely got time for him. The excuse she gave Steven was the only chance she’s got. It's been two days since his stay, but the thought of Bonnie poked him for some reason. He hated the idea of Vicky carrying another man’s burden. They were only married for a year and still enjoying the honeymoon phase. Taking care of a child was nothing they prepared for. Bonnie constantly being the center of Vicky’s attention scared her husband. As they settled to eat, Bonnie dragged herself in her stroller and stared at them. Her face looked pale white and sick. Vicky felt a bit concerned but needed to attend to her husband first. “More Chicken?” She asked. “Yes, love.” He smiled in a flirting way. She blushed and offered him the chicken with a kitchen tong. His hand grabbed hers and caressed it a bit. She blushed and pulled away. Her eyes went to Bo