Nora's POV I sat in my car, my heartbeat beating at an alarming rate. Maxwell Ratliff just threatened my life. I breathed through my mouth until i calmed down. I had to talk to someone before l lost it. Max's stance had not changed a bit and it looked like it would remain that way forever. My mind baulked at the possibility that my marriage was over.I started the car and drove in circles until i passed my childhood church. The last time l attended church was ten years ago.I reversed and drove into the church premises. It was time to seek counselling from my Maker. Inside the church l searched for the priest. The church was silent as a tomb. I caressed the pew chairs as i walked to the altar. The chairs were still the same, the only new feature was the altar. The old one was made of wood, the new one of glass.In my mind’s eye l saw my young self sitting beside granny. She would pinch me from time to time because i dozed off. The old priest lulled me to sleep with his soft voice.
Nora's POV My heart threatened to stop. I eyed the water dispenser and wished somebody could fetch me a glass of water. I got to my feet, my weak knees carried me to the water dispenser. I gulped glass after glass of water, l stopped when my stomach revolted. The water revived my strength. This was it, the end of my marriage. Marylin was my last hope, if she was like this then the whole Ratliff family hated me. I could feel my heart bursting into flames and turning to ashes. My contractual marriage to Max turned into something beautiful. He initially hated the marriage but came around. He showered me with so much love l had no choice but to love him back. As I stood swaying in my mother in law's office, the urge to fight for my marriage resurfaced. The how part would come later. I decided to visit my husband again, if he killed me, so be it.I shuffled to the door, my joints heavy. I opened the door and peeked out, Marylin stood with her back to me, talking to a waiter. I quickene
Max's POV Saturday evening at eight o'clock, a week after my last interaction with Nora the boys invited me for drinks at The Falcon. I did not feel like going, l enjoyed my solitary drinking.I agreed to the invite because they dangled a mysterious solution to my problem. I wondered what it was. The Falcon’s entrance seemed to stretch backwards as I approached.I measured my steps, careful not to topple over. The Falcon's and street lights shimmered and ebbed, their brightness made me see strange images. I squinted my eyes, drunk as the African elephants on Marula fruit. The boys waited at the entrance, “ wow, where are you off to my sons?.”“Who are your sons? You are drunk, we got the call to wait for you at the door otherwise you would get lost.” Shad answered, his hand on my shoulder, he steered me towards the elevator.“Frank is a snitch, from now onwards include him in your payroll.” “Nonsense, Frank wanted to know if he should turn back and send you home or not. He realised y
Nora's POV I was transfixed to the spot until Max’s fleet of cars vanished from my sight. I leaned on the car door for a long time, the dizziness passed. I trudged to my office on lead feet. Upon reaching the office, l laid down on the couch, the ceiling pattern fascinated me.I counted each flower painted on it, l got tired after the twentieth flower. My eyes closed, images of my first encounter with Max danced behind my eyes. The violence of our first meeting morphed into a beautiful marriage until the devil decided to visit. Behind my closed eyes, tears trickled down on both sides of my temples. I wiped them away as they raced towards my ears. Somebody knocked and entered without permission. “You have heard? Here l was thinking l'm the bearer of good news, apparently someone beat me to it.”I sniffed and propped myself on my elbow, “ what are you blabbering about Ross?.” “Your baby daddy of course, you are bawling because of that twit?.”I gave him the evil eye, “Ross, if you h
Nora's POV A smile radiated from my face as the door closed behind Max. The fat cat of Bluewaters had been duped. I should get an award for excellent performance. He fell for it. I had Ross and Dr Brown to be thankful to. They protected my baby from its foolish father. I recalled my earlier interaction with Dr Brown. Her intense stare shook me to my core when she took her time to tell me if my baby was alive or not.I started to panic, “ give it to me Dr Brown, is my pregnancy still viable?.” She nodded, phew! My heart nearly stopped with grief, the good news made me burst into tears, Dr Brown clicked her tongue, “ l thought you would be happy Dr. What now?.”I smiled at her behind a sheet of tears, “ Dr Brown, l'm happy, relieved and grateful all at once. Thank you so much.”“I'm happy for you. Nora, you and Ross owe me big time. You made me do an unethical thing.” My eyes rounded in horror, l gaped at her, “ me? What did l do? If Ross did something, he did it on his own.” My th
Max's POV I played with the stapler, my body in my office but my mind on the other side of town.Nora's potent stare stayed with me for days after it happened. Her reaction did not surprise me. On my way to the hospital, l rewinded our night of intimacy and subsequent days. Nora laid bare her innermost emotions. My body felt her love for me by the way her round, dove, hooded eyes stared into mine, the way she sniffed me as if imprinting my scent in her memory bank, her soft touch as her hands glided over the contours of my body. The hatred l perceived on her pale face contrasted with the love that deep down l knew was reserved for me, nobody else. Navigating through life minus my wife chipped away at my resolve to divorce her. Her scent lingered in our bedroom, her ornaments scattered throughout our bedroom maimed me emotionally. I deserted our bedroom and migrated to the guest room.In the initial stages of my talks with the guys l resisted the idea of divorce, did a turnabout a
Max's POV “Easy, l don't want to end up in a ditch.”I scolded Frank as the car skidded and missed another by a few inches. Winter pounced on Bluewaters swiftly. It came early this year. The roads were wet and slippery. Frank guided the car through the afternoon traffic slowly. The airport loomed before us like a sentinel set on preventing me from reaching my wife.Frank parked, l alighted from the car at lighting speed and bolted to the manager's office, a friend of mine. I knocked once and zoomed on him.“Hey, still no manners l see. Good to see you boy.” We bumped fists.“Hello to you too, boy help your friend out. I'm looking for a female passenger, l don't know her time of departure nor do l know her final destination.” Moses glared at me, his jaws working on a chewing gum.“I'm close to throwing you out. I can't give you the passenger manifest. What if you kill the poor woman? Count me out.”“Piss off, am I a killer? I'm on my wife's tail, man. We had a tiff and she did a run
Nora's POV Plans to leave the country progressed slowly but steadily. Cathy earned her mantle. She liaised between me and her uncle, who was a head honcho at the medical training university in Zurus. Emails were exchanged almost everyday. I got the job. Cathy introduced us the first time she visited me. I changed direction everytime he appeared, he instilled fear in the students, me included. He did not remember me physically but said he recalled a fidgety, shy girl his nephew brought before him years ago.In the last week prior to my departure, Cathy and l met at The Wolverine, Shad Roland's classy hotel. The prices were atrocious, the food out of this world, it was worth it. I treated Cathy to lunch after the hard work she did. She exclaimed as we took our seats, “ girl, you have become somebody in a short period. Wolverine no less, l salute you.” She gave me a mock salute.“You deserve it. Friends like you are scarce, i'm a lucky babe.”Post lunch we stretched our legs at the pu