YOUR HUSBAND IS GONEThomas was pissed by the time they got out of the conference room.“Why does your family treat you like an outcast? Like you were adopted by your father?” He asked her with a hint of pity in his tone. He had done absolutely nothing but watched them treat and talk to her like trash, but all of that was going to end any time soon.“Thank you, Thomas. I needed you to be with me in that conference room because I cannot deal with all of them by myself.” She said it in a sad tone.“Everything is going to be alright." He assured her and hugged her.“I will be home early so we can play games together." She told him with a reassuring smile on her face. Thomas nodded in response and began to walk away. He swayed his shoulders until he got to the security post. He grinned at them and then balled his fist at them for almost making those dogs bite him up.If Maven had not intervened, he would have been at the hospital treating dogs, or maybe he would have been dead. He made mo
THE SUMMONMaven cried and rolled on the floor when the nurse broke the news for her. She just couldn't believe that her husband was dead. How could he die? He had just been with her a few minutes ago at the office. She wailed and rolled.Then he got up with the help of the nurse."Ma'am, we are about to take him to the morgue. Would you like to see him one more time before we take him out?” The nurse asked with pity in her eyes.With a repeated nod, Maven answered. “Yes please. I would love to see him." She sniffed the snot off her nose and prepared herself for the worst feeling she had ever had. “Get a grip of yourself, ma'am." The nurse said it again and opened the white cloth to reveal his face. Maven held her mouth from screaming as she saw the man lie lifeless on the bed."Wait, this is not my husband." She announced this and wiped her swollen eyes.“Huh?” The nose responded with a shock. “Yes. That's not my husband.” she said and moved closer for a better view. “Yes! He is no
ANSWERING THE SUMMONMaven walked into her room with her shoulders drooping and tired. She knows her mom doesn't like her fake husband, but that doesn't mean she will treat him like he doesn't deserve to live. She climbed up to her room and sat on the bed. She hadn't slept well last night, and it was showing all over her face. She got up and stood in front of the mirror to check her eye bags, which were sitting pretty in their position.She brushed her hair and went into the bathroom for a quick bath. By the time she got out, she realized her phone had charged a bit. She quickly turned it on, only to see several summons messages from her grandma and her uncles and the recent pop-up from David in her chatbox.She hurriedly got dressed and went downstairs. She took a cup of coffee and two slices of bread before leaving the house. As she approached her car, a beautiful butterfly stood on the windscreen, flapping its wings at the rising morning sun. Maven smiled and squinted her eyes at
AVOIDING TROUBLEMaven squirmed from side to side, watching Grandma Clara retire to her room. She was devastated and confused about what to do. Her husband is in the hospital, lying in a very crucial state. All Grandma Clara cares about are contracts and deals. Deals that she knows nothing about. Maven sighed and snickered at once.She had to go back to the hospital to look after Thomas, but then again, grandma is a woman of her words, and if she is unable to meet the demands, she might as well lose everything. She held her jaw in her hand and began to think. She grabbed her phone and walked out of the house. She got into her car and drove off to work. She could only play her favorite music as she drove to work. She wiped the tears that now rolled down her cheek as she recalled every bad treatment and mean word Grandma Clara had ever said to her. This was it, and she has tried so hard not to hate Grandma for anything. She smacked her lips together and focused on driving; she didn’
TROUBLES NEVER END“Uncle Patrick?” I called him out the moment I saw him. I knew I was going to lose my peace for the day until I left the office.“Good morning, Uncle Patrick." She managed to greet him first.“What is good about the morning, Maven?” He asked me, staring daggers at her.“Well. I don’t know. I am alive; I do not know about you." Maven answered.Patrick snickered a little, and with shrouding square shoulders, he walked into the office like he owned her life.“I can see that you have decided to prove how strong you are and how foolishly you want to end your life, just like your father. You are late today, and that is one of the things I have planned to tell Ma Clara today.” Patrick informed her with a with look in his eyes.“Ma Clara knows I will be late; besides, she asked me to stop by her house before coming to work this morning. You can call her and confirm." Maven spoke with so much confidence.“We shall see about that,” Patrick said, bringing out his phone from h
DISCHARGEDThe moment Thomas saw Maven at the door, he began to smile. She returned his smile with a wink, and when she got into the room, she gave him a shy and quick hug.“I didn’t’ think you would show up gain." He said this to her in a more excited tone than she had when she came in.“Of course not. I mean, I had a couple of things to do at work, so I had to stay back to finish so I will not get into Grandma’s trap again." She answered.“Grandma’s trap? Is there any trouble?’ Thomas asked as he adjusted himself on the bed.“Not exactly, but she has asked that twenty percent be deducted from my paycheck this month." Maven complained with her hands lacing on each other, her eyes facing down on her feet.“Twenty percent is outrageous; what was your crime?” Thomas asked the question with suspicion in his eyes.“You think I am at fault too, really?” She questioned me with surprise in her eyes."No, Maven, listen! I didn’t mean it in a bad way. As a matter of fact, I am upset with her
GOING HOMEMaven sighed in relief as she helped Thomas out of the hospital. On his head and arm was a cast to help hold the bruises and fractured bone till they're healed. She helped him pick up the medications from the pharmacy department and led him down through the elevator. Her car was parked not too far from the entrance, and she held his hand and led him into the car like a toddler.“Thank you, Maven; I don’t know what I would have done without you." Thomas began his speech in a very solemn tone. Maven looked at him with one hand on the hand brakes and the other hand on the steering.“Why? I had to do what wives do." She answered with a smile on her face as she focused on the road. She drove through the express and then remembered that she hadn’t come with food for him to eat, at least.“You must be famished by now. I totally forgot to get food on my way to the hospital.”“It’s not a problem; we can always get food in the house." Thomas reminded her.“No! I won’t let you wait t
THE SLAPIt’s been four days since Thomas was discharged from the hospital. Maven was in her room when the call came in for her to go see Grandma.She rolled her eyes, knowing that it was going to be another section of insults and talking down, and she wasn’t just ready for all the drama at whatever family meeting they wanted to have. When he walked into the room with his cast and bandages taken off, Maven was amazed to see him stand and walk properly without groaning.“What? Its only been four days; how did the miracle happen?” She asked as she held his face in her hands.“I guess a miracle happened. I don’t know,” Thomas answered. Meanwhile, the neck piece he was wearing illuminated the moment he stepped into the bathroom to ease himself. He flashed back on how he fell on the ground in the bathroom. By then, Maven had gone downstairs to make food for them. He didn’t bother to scream because he knew no one would hear him, and even if Lady Victoria did, she would prefer he died than