Kohler was lost for words and couldn't believe that she was seeing Eunice, right before her eyes.Looking at the surroundings, she could see it was similar to the one that she saw in that video, which Charles showed to her.Kohler ran to Eunice and then loosened the ropes that were tied around her."Mommy." She cried out."My baby. You don't have to worry; mommy is here, now." Kohler said to Eunice as she untied her.Then she carried her."Look. You will have to follow me, to explain what this is all about." Kohler said, then she moved closer to the maid as she noticed she was scared and skeptical to go with her."Trust me. You'll be kept safe." She assured her.~About an hour later, Charles got home, and to his shock, he met cops in his living room, and some of them, seemed to have gone to another part of his house."What's going on here!" He raised his voice, annoyed that they had the guts to search around his home."We would like to say, Mr. Charles, you are under arrest." One of
Quincy raised his eyebrows, wondering what Kohler meant by her parents being witnesses. “What do you mean? Witnesses to what?” He asked, and Kohler allowed him to walk out. “Witnesses to whatever happened here. I'm already processing our divorce, Quincy. My lawyer will be done with the papers in two to three days, and you will have to sign them.” She said, walking into the living room, and he followed her, not believing his ears.“Kohler, I know you're mad, and I know you desperately want to be away from me, but you have to let us talk this out. We need to find common ground and understand each other. Let's solve this, please. We can find a way around this. You don't have to be so hasty in making decisions.” He said as she sat on the sofa, crossing her legs. “Kohler.” He called when she refused to answer him. “I've made up my mind, and I will not put my lawyer through all the stress of getting our divorce papers, only to tell him I don't need it. Where is it done that way?” “Wher
Kohler sat on her bed, staring at the sun rising against the sky, tinting it in lovely shades of pink and orange. She had been unable to sleep the whole night. Even though she wanted to divorce Quincy— she had been unable to erase the thoughts of when they had started as lovers. Back then, she had thought she knew him, and everything he stood for, and she had been ready to love him despite his shortcomings, but all of that changed the moment he woke up. She didn't admit it, but she had seen those little traces— the little differences in him, and finally overhearing him talk to Scott about such a huge amount of money, with such ease made it all come tumbling down. Who was the man she had married? Kohler sighed. About the man she was supposed to marry, her parents had been ecstatic about it and told her they would give her feedback on when she would meet with him. She only hoped he was likable, and didn't have annoying qualities that would upset her, and make her regret agreei
Quincy still couldn’t get over what he had remembered. He was now at home, and in the living room, trying to search his memory for the face of the lady he had slept with, but each time he tried, it seemed impossible; more like he was trying to give himself a headache.“Quincy. Is it true? You can’t remember who it was?” Scott asked as he walked in.Quincy had told him over the phone, what happened briefly, and that warranted Scott to come. “I seriously can’t remember, and I know the implications of that. Whoever that could be, could have taken pictures to her satisfaction, and used them to do whatever would favor her.” Quincy spoke worriedly. “There is no way to trace it as the bar’s CCTV had an issue, that same night. Just no trace of her.” He said, then ruffled his hair.“You know what? Just calm down, okay? This would still come to light. For now, let’s concentrate on another issue. So, you mean Kohler is serious about leaving you?” Scott asked, still finding it difficult to belie
That was harsh on Scott as he already had his hopes raised high, that he would be able to get Kohler to come back, and Quincy would be happy.Although the situation and conversation she met, that day, could have been hurting, it was also something she was supposed to sort out with her husband, not divorce him. “At least, remember how good he has been to you. Shouldn’t you trust him in all situations?” Scott questioned her.“If you called me here to scold me, or make me feel like I’m in the wrong, then you are simply wasting your time. I have made up my mind to leave this marriage, and start afresh with someone who would do anything for Eunice and I. Trust me, I’ll find that person, if you think I wouldn’t.” Kohler said, with determination.Then she rose to her feet, with her purse, clutched to her hand.“If you don’t mind, I’ve got to take my leave.”Scott felt it deep within him that she was no longer the same person she used to be, and it didn’t make any sense to him that she chang
Two weeks later, Quincy was just coming back from Paris. He had a successful two-week event, which was more like the best moment in his life.“Yes, I’m back home, Scott.” He informed Scott, over the phone.“Finally! How did the last meeting, go?” Scott asked, out of curiosity.“Well, it went well. I’m now free. I have managed to keep to the terms and conditions, and no longer do I need to hide under a fake identity.” Quincy said to Scott, and Scott rejoiced, over the phone.Both of them were happy that they were alive, happy and hearty to witness this wonderful moment.“I’m on my way home. I’ll be taking the day, off, today. Then tomorrow, we can resume back to work. But then, this evening, we have to have our celebration.” “Sure, we can. I’ll come over to your home in the evening. For now, you should have some rest.” Scott said.“Alright, until evening,” Quincy uttered and then hung up.He smiled and dropped his phone.~flashback~“Alright, Mr. Quincy. We have tracked, and seen that
Scott noticed that Quincy’s mood had changed, and the way he looked, seemed like he had seen a ghost.“What’s going on?” Scott asked as he moved closer to Quincy, to find out what was going on.Without Quincy having to say a word, Scott looked at the text he got.“I just wanted to inform you that I’m two weeks gone. I was the one whom you slept with, the other day. Sorry, I couldn’t contact you; I went on an important trip, and I had less access to my phone. Let’s meet at a restaurant, now, to talk about it.” – Lauren Shane.“Oh, my goodness! It was Lauren you slept with! Oh, goodness!” Scott spoke, looking shocked.Quincy didn’t know what exactly to say as he was still taken aback by what he saw. “You know what? I think you should just see her. You both have to talk about this.” He uttered, trying to advise him.“I will have to meet her, then. I don’t think that baby is mine.” Quincy said.“We can’t find that out until she gives birth. So, if she is truly speaking the truth, about t
Quincy got home, with his celebrative mood, ruined. He threw one of the glasses of wine which he and Scott had used; at the wall, and walked up the stairs. At this moment, he just wanted to be on his bed, until sleep was ready to heed his call.The next day, he got a text from Lauren, talking about the test they were meant to have, today.“I don’t need to go for a test, since you said you are pregnant. I’m heading to work; I don’t want any disturbance.” He sent a text back to her.Then he got a call, a minute after sending the text, which he answered.“Why are you being so distant, and cold, Quincy? This is unlike you.” She complained softly.“This is what happens when you plot something like that against me, just to pin down a pregnancy on me,” Quincy spoke, being as transparent as he could.“Come on, Quincy. How is it a plot against you? Shouldn’t you use it as a way to get back at your ex-wife who left you at such a time?”“You can’t decide for me, what I’m meant to do, and what I’