Her throat suddenly seemed dry and she fought the urge to cry out for her need for water. She didn't doubt it, she must look as red as red could ever be. Her heart that had stopped immediately picked up at a faster pace as if to cover the time it had gone silent from shock. "Most... Most likely?" She asked him hesitantly. He checked his father's old watch that clung onto his wrist. "We don't have much time on our side. Will you join me?"She nodded her head even before she realized it. 'Fool! What is wrong with you?! Get a hold of your foolish emotions! You and dad had a fight, remember? He sent you off to marriage because he didn't want to hear your words anymore, because he was tired of having you around! You hate him! You have to hate him, you need to hate him!' But her thoughts contrasted her actions. She was already in the hallway before she came back to reality. Ryan had gripped her hand and led her out of his bedroom and she was to dumb to fight off his hands. Better to be
For the rest of the ride, Sarah didn't utter another word. She couldn't. She tried to come up with words to say but none of it seemed to make sense to her or rhyme with the situation at all.So she kept her comments to herself and only wished that Ryan would stop casting glances at her and occasionally smiling to himself.'What kind of thoughts were crawling in that hard head of his!' She fumbled nervously with her fingers as she thought to herself. She still didn't know where they were going and she wasn't ready to ask him. 'I won't ask even if my guts are biting with curiosity!' "We are going to a mall. To get you all-- dolled up, you called it?" His eyes squinted as he asked but he continued immediately. "To make you look even more prettier than you already do." Her eyes widened in surprise. "Pretty...?" She muttered to herself. Her cheeks flushed red. She hated that. How his words would make her face color like she was some love sick girl. She was supposed to be stern and emoti
Ryan Jacobs paused as the door creaked while he was trying to open it. If anything, he wanted to move like a subtle breeze unnoticed by anyone.He was greeted by grave darkness in the living room. The house was empty of any life save for the cat that waltzed about in the darkness.He was relieved when he noticed that there was no one there. Carefully closing the door behind himself as he walked in, he gripped onto the shopping bag in his hand tightly to avoid it from falling to the ground.He had never been happier. Purposely sneaking back home a little towards midnight, he wanted everyone to be asleep as he returned home with a secret present for his wife, Lilly Goldberg.That day happened to be their third year wedding anniversary and he had been saving up for the event for quite some time now.The Goldbergs weren't a ridiculously rich family but they were okay and for what it was worth, he wanted the gift to at least be presentable.Lilly had had her eyes on an expensive brand of b
Mr Robertson let out a loud mocking laughter. “You useless loser, do you really think I will be afraid of your words? I'm your boss, remember?”“You fired me, remember?” Ryan said as he moved closer to the bed.“Stop right there!” Lilly yelled out. “Don't you dare take another step closer to us or else I'll yell and get you in trouble.”Ryan was dumbfounded, he was more than that even. He couldn't believe that those words of threat were coming from his very own wife.Mr Robertson got dressed and rose to his feet. Talking bold steps towards Ryan who actually listened to his wife and stood still, he wore a wide proud grin on his face.“Who's idea do you think it was to fire you from the very onset?” Mr Robertson asked Ryan.Ryan's brow subconsciously arched. “What– what do you mean?”“Pretty Miss Goldberg here was tired of living as a wife to a penniless fool like you and she knew that I could give her all she could ever need. But she believed that you would be a hindrance to our love s
It almost felt as if the world was ending right before his very eyes. For some reason, he thought he had forgotten how to read and that maybe he had read it wrong.A divorce? Why? Why would she want to divorce him after three years just like that?“What… what is this?” His eyes lingered on the content of the paper in his hand as he asked her.“Don't you know how to read? What does it say on the paper?” She crossed her arms below her breast as she asked. Her brow arched.“It says… it says divorce.” He responded, feeling stupidly confused.“Exactly, that is exactly what I want from you. I don't want the stupid purse or bag or whatever you got me, I don't need your love as well. Just sign the damn papers and get out of my life.” Lilly heartlessly said with a stern expression on her face.“No, no, you can't leave me like this, why would you even think of doing this to me? After three years of patiently waiting for you to come to me, what comes to you is to dump me like this?” He didn't kn
A soft groan left Ryan's mouth as he tried to open his eyes. It felt almost as if his head was being split open without any anesthesia.His head wasn't the only thing that was in pain. His entire body ached for some reason and the pain of having his heart blown up to pieces was still there. His vision at first was quite blurry. His eyes took in the blurry images of the room, a pure white ceiling or maybe cream, he wasn't sure. The whole room seemed to be either of those colors. He closed his eyes and opened them again, his vision had cleared out more. As he brought himself to a sitting position, he made an attempt to rub his aching head with his hand but as he tried, he felt something pulling his hand back down. He looked to the side of the bed and a man dressed in a plain white T-shirt and a black trouser was sitting with his back turned to him. Only when he took a second to think did Ryan realize he was at a hospital but he was cuffed to the bed. For what offense? Didn't they d
Ryan noticed the officer was just as confused as he was and he hoped the man would demand for some explanation.“Uh… Teresa, a word?” Officer Randolph asked her before he started towards the door.Teresa nodded her head and followed the officer out of the room. Ryan didn't like the fact that he was left in suspense but it didn't last for long either.Teresa returned to the room with the officer by her side. Officer Randolph seemed to have a sort of apologetic look on his face but he didn't say anything.“Tell me, Ryan, how have you been?” Teresa asked with a smile on her face.At first, Ryan wanted to question how she knew his name but he decided not to since the police must have done their research on him. “Uhm… not so great.” He responded as he adjusted in his bed.She carefully put the necklace around his neck and didn't let go until it was properly fastened. “There is a lot to explain to you but firstly, you have to go somewhere with me. Can you walk?”“I should be able to. Where
Ryan was seated yet his mind was up and all about the place. He had never seen anything like it.The things that shone were pure gold and the silks were silkier than ever. The couch was the most comfortable thing he had ever placed his rump on and there were ladies about ready to wipe his nose if he sneezed.Not that he needed that but they were there to do anything and everything for him.A beautiful fair young lady with golden long curls walked towards him and sat in her arms was a white tray embroidered with gold in a pattern that was ever so mesmerizing.Atop the tray was a small white tea cup and a small kettle to match it. She placed it on the table not too far from him and poured him a cup then took careful steps towards him– as careful as the ones she had taken before– and handed it to him.With a deep curtsey, she turned and walked away.Ryan noticed it was green tea but that wasn't the part that caused his eyes to fix on the inside of the cup. He had never seen a ceramic pie