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Claimed by my boss, hunted by his wife - Chapter 24



Chapter 24

The Envelope Between Us 

Xavier's POV

“Dad, are you sure it's going to work?” I asked my father as I sat across from him in his study.
“It has to, son. We need in-house evidence. No other way” He reinstated, turning to the guy standing in the same room as us.

My dad brought up a plan to infiltrate the Frey Foundations and get in house evidence to support Dorothy's findings.

“So, Rodgers, you won't go by any pseudonyms, okay? They have to believe you to be legit. But just know, you are dealing with dangerous people here. Like, really dangerous” My dad explained, but Rodgers just kept nodding his head.

It was like he felt…enthusiastic.

“Yes, Mr. Wort. I understand. But, I really need to know that my wife is taken care of. You promised to clear the debts” He spoke, and this time, his voice trembled.

Nice to know he felt fear.

“It's settled” My dad smiled and gave him a check. I didn't know how much but Rodgers looked like his face was being lit.

“Thank you, sir. I promise, I won't let you down” He professed and bowed his head and left.

“Let's wait. In the meantime, how is it going with Dorothy? Although, I don't particularly understand what's going on” He squinted his eyes, relaxing in his chair.

“Dorothy's fine and there's nothing going on” I said, but this took my mind back to her.

She hadn't been in the office for over three days now, after that hospital encounter she came throughout that week but now, it's been three days. 
I was tempted to go to her house, but I just figured she might be dealing with something personal.

But I had given her enough time to come to me about it, and that time was up.

“Dad, if you'll excuse me” I got up, getting ready to go see her. 
“Sure thing, son. But, answer me this. You love her, don't you?” He asked, as I wore my coat. 

“I have no idea what you're talking about” I lied, not bothering to look his direction, but I could feel the smile on his lips.

I got into my car and drove off heading to her house. After a long drive, I finally reached her house.

“Dorothy?” I called as I walked into her apartment. It was quiet, so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat clearly.
“Dora? You in here?” I called again, but this time I went to her bedroom.

I saw different papers on the nightstand but one caught my attention. It was a blue envelope. 
I walked to the nightstand to get a closer look and I saw that it was from a hospital.

“What are you doing?” I heard her small voice behind me, causing me to stop in my tracks as I was about to pick up the envelope.
“Checking up on you, love. You do know that there's a device that allows us to communicate seamlessly, right?” I smiled, turning to look at her.

Her eyes were lazy and her hair was a bird nest, and she was in the most oversized shirt I've ever seen. But she looked…she looked cute?

You are losing, Xavier. But you can take it one day at a time.

“Yeah, sorry. I forgot I had those. I was actually going to the, erm, beach to look for seashells so as to communicate with you” She shrugged, as she nodded and came towards me, as we both chuckled, and she sat on her bed.

“Are you alright?” I asked her, staring at her as she lazily threw herself under her covers.
“Yeah, just tired” She yawned and turned her back to me and clung onto her pillow.

I breathed out heavily and removed my shoes and my coat, staying in only my stockings, shirt and suit trouser, and getting in beside her, taking the position of the pillow.

“Xavier, you can't” She whispered, so low that it could be missed.
“It's okay. It's okay, love” I whispered to her, kissing her forehead and stroking her hair.

I soon felt her reluctantly relaxing and she nossled into me.

“So…I talked to my dad about the marriage agreement and he said, it's still valid, if we both want to” I told her, still stroking her hair. I glanced down at her to make sure she was still awake, and she was.

But she was just silent.

“Xavier, I can't marry you. It's…it's just too complicated for me to marry you” She mumbled and took her head off my chest, standing up.
“Because…because of Diana?” I asked, trying so hard to understand what she wanted.

What more could I do or say to have her be comfortable with me? I know I'm married but she.. she's just acting like she's hating the fact that she even fancies me.

Like it's something she doesn't want.

“Xavier, you need to leave” She said, resting on her dresser and hugging herself. I stood up from the bed and walked to her but it looked like with each step I took to her, she took three steps back.

And I didn't know how to feel about it.

“Dorothy, I know a lot of things are going on..but, we'll get through this, together. Okay?” I told her, praying she agrees.

She just stared me, shaking her head. I came close to her and hugged her, but she stilled. 

“Xavier, I'll give you an envelope. You'll take that envelope and you won't ask me any questions. You'll only accept that envelope” She whispered, raising her head to look at me.

I couldn't understand what she was saying, but my mind went to the blue envelope I saw earlier. Was that the envelope she wanted to give me? Was there something there that would make me curious?

She freed herself from my grip and walked to the table in her room, and as she stood there, a particular image flashed through my mind.

How her skin felt against mine, how our lips felt together. That day was the first time, I had been in complete and utter bliss, I didn't want to leave.

But I shook my head, trying to silence those thoughts, as I saw her standing there, her shoulders tensed up, with shaking hands, and deep breaths.

She's hesitant. 

And if it's because of the envelope she wanted to give me, I'm really not looking forward to having it, at this point.

She turned and walked to me holding a white envelope, while her eyes held something. An emotion that I saw only when she looked at her family's pictures, but it lacked the same intensity, but it was still the same emotion.

Happiness in sadness.

Like she didn't like the idea of it, but she believes it is for the best, although it brings unending emptiness to her heart.

She stretched her hand and gave me the letter to which I had accepted.
“What is this, Dorothy?” I asked her, looking at her cautiously.
“No questions, remember?” She warned and went back to the position she was on her drawer.

I breathed in and ripped open the envelope and that feeling that I didn't know how to feel, I felt it all too clear, but it ripped my heart out.

And it hurt like hell. But even with as much pain it brought, it also brought questions, questions she promised I wouldn't ask, but I couldn't help it as I turned slowly to her.

“A resignation letter?” 






Chapter 25 Her Choice, My Undoing 

Xavier's POV

She stretched her hand and gave me the letter. I took it with a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

“What is this, Dorothy?”

“No questions, remember?” she whispered.

I opened it, my hands unwilling, my chest too tight. And when I read it—just a few words, black ink on paper—my knees almost gave up.

A resignation letter.

I looked at her, the woman I’d begun to love without meaning to, and I asked the question I knew she didn’t want to hear.

“Why are you leaving me?” I asked in a whisper, my heart felt…weird. Like it's being pulled, and ripped out.
“Xavier, don't make this about you” She whispered, sliding past me and going to sit on her bed.

“What is this about then? Because, I…I am trying so hard to understand you. To understand what's going on. Is it on a moral compass? What the hell do you want?” I gritted, and I heard my voice trembling.

I went to her, knelt down and tried holding her hand but it was…it was cold and I knew that the letter wasn't the only thing about to break me.

“Nothing, about you, Xavier. And I told you not to ask any questions. Please just leave” She told me, avoiding my eyes, and those words dropped on my heart like there were acid and it…it hurt.

I looked at her for some time but there was nothing. Everything–her skin, the silence, everything felt like I was living in a river of ice.

“I'll learn to love you, I will and you'll learn to love me too, but till then…I'm just a phone call away” I said, finally but reluctantly accepting my fate, and standing up.

I took my coat, put on my shoes and left, but I knew I left my heart–and I feel like it was all of it, with her.
I stood outside her house and it…it was strange how I felt. It was a foreign feeling, one I've not truly experienced and therefore, incapable of…explaining.

But I felt it, and one thing I knew, it hurt like shit.

I stood at her apartment, going over everything that happened, from the way her hand trembled, and her lips quivered.

I knew that it was the happiness in the sadness that she was looking to feel. 
I was so in over my head, until I saw a car that looked like Diana's car drive by, but I paid no heed to it.

After what happened in here, I can't say I feel enthusiastic about anything, because it felt like I've lost it all. 
A lying and manipulative wife, a complicated affair that wasn't supposed to have me roped, but she got me wrapped around her finger to the point that a resignation letter was like I was being stabbed, and with each answer she gave me, each eye avoiding she did, it gorged it out.

I silently entered my car and drove off, going back home. But I think she'll haunt me there to, because I still remember her sitting on that couch, with her eyes flickering as she looked around my house.

I drove to the compound and parked my car and got inside, but as soon as I closed the door, I regretted it immediately.

“Where are you coming from?” I heard Diana's voice from behind me, and I didn't need to look to know that she was angry.
“None of your business, and most genuinely I done have the energy for this” I mumbled, not sparing her a glance and going upstairs.

“Xavier. Really? You are not even trying to be honest about it. Where are you coming from?” She asked, this time coming up the stairs with me.
“Diana, please! I can't, not right now” I seethed, unbuttoning my shirt and taking it off.

As soon as it reached the bed, she took it and smelt it.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes trained on her next movement.
“A female's perfume. Oh, no, let me rephrase that. Dorothy's perfume!” She screamed and slammed my shirt to the floor and stormed out.

Where was she going? 

I didn't bother to follow her as I pulled off my pants and entered the shower to bath. After my bath, I got downstairs to make myself some food, and that's when my brain clicked.

What if she went to Dorothy's house? That must be the only place she must have gone to. Shit, how did I not think of this?

I rushed back upstairs and took my car keys and dashed out of the house, it was already sunset at this point. As I drove, different scenarios crossed my mind and my heart raced, as I squeezed the steering wheel impossibly tighter.

I soon reached her house but I didn't see Diana's car around. Maybe she's done what she wanted and left.

I stormed into her apartment not sparing my thoughts any minute. 
“Dorothy!” I shouted, as barged into her apartment scanning the entire place with my eyes, but I just realized that I worried for no reason.

My eyes hooked on the same person I saw earlier today, quivering like she was sorry, like she was hurt, like…like she felt what I felt.

At least half of it, but now I'm sure, that, that was just a joke. I stared at her as I bit down my lip, pressing my knuckles together.

“Dorothy?” I whispered her name, but she heard me. She looked up and the eyes that once held some emotion when looking at me was just cold.

She stared at me, and joined her lips with the guy on the couch. In less than 12 hours, she's already found someone.

I looked at her and it ticked me the wrong way and I just let out a chuckle, and this is what got the guy's attention. He looked up at me and I saw his eyes widen.

“Who is this?” He asked, as Dorothy got off him.
“No one. Just, a wrong turn” She said, shrugging her shoulders.
“Get out” I spat out, looking at the floor, with my knuckles still shut.

“What? I should be telling you that” He said and pushed me. I just looked up at him and smirked, tilting my head to face her.
“You know better, Dorothy” I said, still looking at her, causing her to glance between the guy and me.

“Go, Jack. I'll call…I'll call you” She said, standing and walking him off. Soon I heard the door close and she came to stand in front of me, and even without looking at her, I could feel her anger.

“What the hell, Xavier? You can't just waltz in here, thinking ‘oh, it's my house too, because we kinda hooked up?’ No, Xavier, you don't get to do that, so get out” She yelled, pointing towards the door, her chest heaving as her nose flared.

But her eyes, they were…burning. And I felt the heat, all of it.

“Oh, I'm sorry for caring about you, Dorothy. Really, sorry. I rushed down here because Diana saw me leaving your house earlier today, and she suspected us sleeping together and she left in a hurry. So I actually thought, ‘oh, shit. Dorothy, is she safe? Did Diana go there?’ I exhaled, as I felt myself getting frustrated with this uphill situation. 

“But forgive me, yes, Dorothy, I plead, your forgiveness for me caring!” I breathed out and she just stared at me, but her breathing has balanced and her eyes, no longer burned.

“Xav…Xavier.. I'm-” She began, the trembling from earlier came back, and I think I saw her eyes well up.

“You know, what? Stop. I'm done. I'm really done this time. Like you said, right? We are strangers from this time forth, so I'm done caring and yes, I don't care about anything concerning you” I lied, with the utmost coldness I could muster, but my heart was shattering with each word I spoke.

“Xav…I really didn't mean..” She began and I heard her voice quivering, her eyes finally let the water in them flow, and it ripped my heart out further and it ached, badly.

“No…no, Dorothy. We are nothing to each other, heck you are not even my employee, so I have no business with you. Consider this my last visit to your house, and my last care show, because…this…this here–me running here, for you… it's not happening anymore” I told her and I could see the emotion dance back into her eyes.

But it was too late, because mine shattered with my heart.

“Goodbye, Dorothy. It was nice knowing you for the short while” I solemnized, and as I left, I saw her fall to her knees, as my name fell from her lips, but I wasn't turning back.

She chose and she chose herself, and I'm respecting that decision, although it cost me my heart and an emotion that I've never felt before, but now, I knew how good it was…but as good as it was…it was cruel.

But one thing was sure, I loved her, and a part of me knew, I always will.







Chapter 26 Unmothered Decision 

Dorothy's POV

We are done…

These words, played in my head like a broken record, but I put it in line, as I was still attending to my heart.

I sat on my bed, looking at the stary ceiling. He helped me pick that, the day I asked what to do on my ceiling. Now..now, I just sit here, staring at it.

I sat up on my bed and stared at the blue envelope. I didn't want it to be true but it was. 
After that hospital incident, and I went back to the office, I had been feeling weird.

And like usual, his words, played in my head–tell me when you go for the scan. 
And after work that week, I went. I went for the scan, the biggest regret that I think I'll ever have, but it came with the greatest joy.

I can still remember the doctor congratulating me, on being one week pregnant. I was filled with joy but then I came home and I, I got into my head and then, shame and sadness, came in.

I was happy I was growing a life inside of me, but the father…the father wasn't mine and that alone would result in a lot of complications. 

I had wanted to tell him. But I just couldn't bring myself to feel happy sharing this news while he, he hadn't touched his wife, since before his wedding, which could have been months or even years ago.

I knew deep down that Diana hasn't been the best wife or subtly close to good, but I felt guilty, I felt like I was taking something from her that wasn't mine.

I felt like….like a homewrecker.

I thought of the best way to handle this situation, and only one thing came to my mind at that point, abortion. 
But it.. I couldn't do it. Finding out about this pregnancy might have been the biggest regret of my life, but I was willing to live with it, but if I would have done that abortion, which would have been the second biggest regret, I'm not so sure I'd be able to even look myself in a mirror.

I thought of the best way and the only thing that came to my head that was sensible was…avoidance. 

So I typed up my resignation letter, and with each word, I felt my heart drop into my stomach and nestle with my unborn baby.

Everything happened so fast, and I made the decision not to tell him, but seeing him here that day, him laying with me, the ache in my heart, that…that was all real.

But I think I've lost that too.

I dropped the envelope and looked around, I needed to clear my head. I had so many questions that were just tropping in and I hadn't not one answer to any.

How am I going to provide for a fucking baby?

This question, played at the back of my head with Xavier's words, and it set me into panick mode.
“Don't panic” I whispered repeatedly, trying to settle my breathing and also clearing the house at the same time.

I had cleaned for hours and now the house was neat to my taste and just when I sat down for s breather, my doorbell rang.

Was that Xavier? I thought but I knew it was impossible, but I really hoped, he'd be stubborn and just…come back.

“Xav…” I began, but my voice was lost in my breath as I stared back, with dropped shoulders.
“Oh, hey, Jack” I whispered, trying my best to put on a different emotion from that I was feeling now.

After that night, I thought, that being with someone will show me that Xavier is not all that. So I thought that maybe, it was the sex that had me hooked, and I thought of doing that and that was when Jake came in.

We don't know each other but I got his number from when he slipped it to me at a bar I went to, to relax.

“Hey, what's up?” He greeted and slid past me into my apartment as he started pulling his clothes off while I closed the door.

As soon as I turned back to face him, he enveloped my lips in his. I kissed him back but there was something missing…

I..felt..I felt nothing. But, I continued to kiss him, maybe I'll feel something, but it was the same. Nothing.

I broke the kiss, I couldn't do it. I couldn't…forget him. I didn't perceive the musky intoxicating scent that filled my nose, nor did I feel as though I had ate a whole cow and my tummy was stuffed.

And this was when I realized the he had ruined my taste in other men.

Maybe this was his intention.

“Leave” I spat, moving past him to sit on the couch. I began feeling my blood boiling.
How pathetic can I be, falling for a married man, giving him my virginity?

Fuck!

I was so in my head that I didn't realize that he was still standing there.
“Is it because of that guy from yesterday? Chill, okay? This is nothing serious, just a casual hookup” He shrugged, the casuality in his tone made my vision blur.

Yes. It's casual and nothing serious, the same thing I whispered to myself while I moaned to Xavier's thrusts.

But now, I'm here, growing a life with fragments of him and me. And my heart? Let's not fuss over spilled milk.

“Oh well, this is just a casual rejection. Get the fuck out my house” I seethed, going to open the door for him. He just looked at me with a scowl and left.

Good riddance.

I picked up my laptop, I'm going to be a mother now, so I need to be responsible and ready. But no one can ever be ready to be a mother..

I researched a lot on pregnancy, from the dates of significant event to the meaning and symptoms of those events. 

And then I researched something that had been on my mind, but I was too scared to know the answer, but also too curious, and maybe….hopeful.

“Does a child need the father?” I asked as I pressed down on the keyboard. My breath hung in my throat while the results were being loaded.

And that breath was stuck there, permanently, as the result came up and I saw so many bad things that happened to the child without the father.

“Bullying. Depression. Inferiority complex. Feeling of abandonment. Insecur-” I stopped reading, the list was endless.

I didn't want my child to have all this, I didn't have all this. Maybe, he'll understand and learn if I tell him the truth.

Learn if you tell him, you slept with a man, got pregnant for him and hid it, when this man was another person's husband. And you hid it…

Yeah, no. Not happening. He might eventually end up hating me. Ugh, I can't deal with this.
It was selfish enough hiding this pregnancy from Xavier but..but still, it's for good.

But hiding his father from him, what good would it be for? It also will be a selfish decision. 

Throughout my twenty three years on this earth, not once have I had the thought that I'd be in dilemma, not even an easy dilemma, a complicated one.

And the finances for a child. Shit Dorothy, you are really fucked.

I sat there, pulling out my calculator and looking at my bank statement and probably credit score. Thank goodness, I don't have any debt.

After all my calculations, including the money my dad left me, that'll be enough. So the financial part was covered, but the emotional, psychological and moral part..was still screwed.

As I was drowning in my thoughts, I heard my doorbell, and I was almost annoyed with whoever the hell it was that was obstructing my drowning in thoughts.

I walked to the door, holding the handle and breathed out, trying to keep my annoyance out my face, because the bitch has a lot of subtitles.

But it all cleared as soon as I saw who was at the door.
“Mrs. Wort?” 

I stared at her as she gave me a small smile, but that smile did no good as I saw my heart walk just right out the door.

B*tch. 





Chapter 27 The Hints She Took

Dorothy's POV

“Hello, ma'am. What brings you by?” I asked, trying my best to stop my heart from racing. Maybe she found out about the affair? Or maybe she.. she's here to give me a restraining order for her son?

“Won't you let me in, sweetheart?” She asked, the smile never leaving her lips. It was at this point that I realized that she was always smiling, and her eyes..they held so much light.

She was happy, and it showed on her face, the way she speaks, and her..overall elegance.

“Oh, sorry, ma'am. Come in” I smiled, moving aside for her to come in. She entered and her eyes scanned the place.
“You know, when my husband told me he was getting you a place, I pitied you” She said, sitting on the couch, her bag on her laps.

I said nothing, I just looked down. Or…I was wrong, she probably came to send me packing.

“My husband has horrible interior design tastes, but this looks quite above the bar, so I'm grateful you designed your space yourself” She giggled, her smile growing, as I raised my head and I saw her stare at me.

Something played in her eyes, as her smile flattered.

“I have not had a chance to speak to a Reyes daughter but I had the chance to speak to a Reyes wife. So sit, let's talk” She said, signalling to the chair opposite her.

I sat opposite her, trying to relax but it's kind of hard when you are sitting with the mother of the guy you slept with, is pregnant for, all the while knowing he is married.

“So, how did you survive after your parents death? I never spoke to you that period, my apologies” She sympathized, her voice soothing that it causes me to nearly relax but then…I couldn't.

Conscience is really a prick.

“Well…” I started but..the memories of that day came back, and it reminded me of the hole in my heart that I couldn't fill.

“We can skip that part. I really don't want to bring up any…memories you are burying or have already buried” She said, relaxing into her position.

Well she's getting comfortable, which means this discussion only begun.

“Well..it's alright. Uh, as you know, your husband helped me a lot with the funeral and upsetting a whole lot of bills and I'm forever grateful to him. After their deaths, I didn't know who to contact, and I couldn't afford a funeral. So I left them for close to three years in the morgue, before, you know, I found—or rather, your husband found me and helped me, upset the bills and had them buried” I rambled, the ache still there, but it seemed like my eyes had cried it all.

“I'm so sorry, for your loss, Dorothy. I don't know how you did it. Honestly, you really are your mother's daughter” She commended, smiling and looking at me proudly like I had overcome some conquest..

But to think of it, I did. I overcame a conquest. I thought my parents house would have been sold as I moved out right after I entered college and never went back–only visited occasionally.

I genuinely thought, the mortgage wasn't done yet.

So I worked odd jobs, stayed at shelters, after my graduation. And finally saved enough for some days at an inn as it was cheaper than me renting a place. Only to know, my dad stashed away more than half a million dollars.

I was rich but I didn't even know it. But, I'm glad, because if it didn't happen, I wouldn't have met Mr. Wort or…or Xavier.

“Have you spoken to my son, recently?” She asked, and I could hear a motherly worried voice. 
“No..is..is something wrong?” I asked, as I felt my palms sweating and my heart began racing.

Why was I suddenly scared? Maybe it was the motherly instincts of wanting your child to see his father?

No! It can't be.

“Well, he has been M.I.A on his dad for three days now. And his father decided to give him time, but, as a mother I can't afford to sit back and not hear from my son. So, I thought, ‘ask Dorothy. She might know’ and here I am” She nodde
d, coming to sit next to me.

“But..I don't work for your son anymore. I..I really don't have any idea on how to help you” I said, my voice low.

“I heard about that, and if I may ask, why did you resign, dear? Is it something about your parents or what my son did?” She asked, looking at me. Her eyes scanned my face, and I'm so sure she couldn't miss an expression.
“Well…uh, actually it's something.. something unrelated” I said, avoiding her eyes and looking anywhere but.

“Hmm. I see..but can you call him for me? Maybe he'll pick your call” She guessed, smiling. Something in me was skeptical, like this was a trap to reconcile us?
“Uh, sure. Of course” I agreed, taking my phone and dialing Xavier's number.

It rang and rang, I prayed in my heart that he shouldn't ping, I was so sure it wouldn't, until it pinged. He picked the call. 

“Hmm…and she called. What do you want?” He asked, his voice was slurry.
“Xavier, it's your mother. I request your presence at home” She said, her voice firm. 

There was silence at the other end and we both looked at each other.
“Did it end?” She whispered but the screen lit up and the second still counted.
“Fine…I'll be there” He said and breathed out and ended the call.

That went well.

“Let me take you to lunch” She offered, smiling widely and rising to her feet.
“Uh….I..really don't want to impose on your time” I protested, hoping she buys that.

Because of these people, I have been praying a lot. But the number of times I have prayed, doesn't come near the number of times, I've had a near heart attack experience.

“Nonsense. I'll wait for you to change” She smiled and sat back down, taking her phone. And…they all have one thing in common, they don't take no for an answer.

I had no choice as I stood up and quickly showered and got dressed and met her there, watching a news clip.

Oh, she watches the news. Nice.

“I’m ready, ma” I whispered, throwing my mini backpack on my shoulder. She put her phone back in her bag and got up, going ahead of me. I took one more look at the mirror and left, locking the door behind me.

We drove to a nearby restaurant and she booked a private room, for us only. We ordered and we are served. I soon realized that she was a shy person, but confident.

She intrigued me, and it was a no wonder to me why Mr. Wort was whipped.
“Is it nice? I love this restaurant. This was where my husband proposed to me years ago” She said and I could she the heat shoot up to her checks. 

That thought still made her blush.

It made me yearn the more for a guy of my own, someone that will still make my heart skip a beat, even after years of being together.

And he came into my mind. 

“That's nice. It's beautiful, what you have in your marriage” I complimented as I bent down to take a bite off my peppered fish, but the smell got straight to my gut, and it made me want to empty it.

I retched and I felt the sour taste crawl up to my throat, as I tried to suppress it, but I couldn't as I let it out on the floor, and she just stared at me with squinted eyes.

After I poured out my entire gut on the floor I felt empty as I gasped to catch my breath, and calm myself, but the next words that fell from her lips put me back into a hysteria mode.

“Are you pregnant?” 







Chapter 28 The Lie I Yearned For

Xavier's POV

After the incident with Dorothy, I didn't have the capacity for anything and I just felt like I needed a break, so I had my phone on silence.

But then I was tempted to call, when I picked my phone up and then her call came in, but it was my mother that spoke. It left me devastated and I just think at this point she might never feel how I do.

Today was making it a week since we had our fall out and I planned on going back to the office today. I got dressed, and made a mental note to grab a bite on my way to work.

I got to the office after two hours, because of my little food stop and opened my office to see Diana seated.

“What do you want?” I breathed out, as I took my seat, facing her.
“You know, you really are something. Do you realize what you've done? You slept with…with your employee, a..a riffraff, while being married to me and you haven't even touched me, going to over six months now, Xavier” She said, looking at me, her eyes fiery.

I breathed out. She's right, but maybe that was a misleading. So, let's see if I can fix it.

But how did she know I slept with her? 

I looked at her and something flashed in her eyes, as she solemn scanned my face, and I knew what she wasn't sure.

But whether she was sure or not, it happened and it ended, so no need to drag on the suspicion.

“Fine. Yes, I'm sorry. It was–how do I put this?–a mistake, yes, a mistake. And I'm willing to make amends. Anything you choose” I let out, staring at her.

Maybe the problem was from me. I told Dorothy that I'll learn to love her, maybe I can also learn to love Diana.

“Hmm. Is this a joke?” She asked, raising her chin.
“No. It's not, okay? I mean it” I said, raising my hands in surrender.

I could see a little smile forming on her face, as her eyes lit up.
“Okay, I'll give you another chance. But, did you get her pregnant? You slept together, I know that, but I'll be willing to overlook that particular incident if you didn't get her pregnant” She said, her eyes trained on me.

Did I get her pregnant? I had no idea. But, we never used a condom the times we slept together. 

“No..I didn't get her pregnant” I said, not willing to think on it, but deep down I badly wanted her to get pregnant, so she won't have any wants to leave me.

But, guess it was all a gutter plan.

“Hmm, okay. The first step towards your.. forgiveness is the celebration coming up. You do know that the president of Bria Group is throwing a lavish party for his daughter's marriage, so we'll be in attendance. I don't remember the last time we had a public appearance” She said, looking at me, her eyes, a shadow.

“Fine, as you wish” I breathed out and I saw the shock across her features as her eyes widened.

She nodded and took her bag and left. I relaxed into my chair. 
If this party is as big as she claimed, my parents will be invited and my mom, given her close relationship with Dorothy, might invite her.

My heartbeat suddenly increased, as if I was tense just with the thought of meeting her. It's been a week, but she's the one who left me.
I closed my eyes and breathed out, not wanting to spare that thought another second of my time, as I delved into work.

After few hours of work my phone pinged and it was an email. It was invite to the ceremony that held….today?

Wait, what? My eyes scanned the lines, taking it one word at a time. How can this ceremony be today. I'm not ready…Diana didn't tell me it was today.

And there goes my peace.

My palms began sweating as my forehead broke its own..

“You'll go to the party, have a drink, greet the celebrant, give a gift and leave. This should take…an hour” I whispered to myself as I breathed out, and I continually chided myself that it's gonna be fine.

Funny enough the time rode faster than ever today, as it felt like minutes ago I got that email but here I was staring at my receptionist as she told me of her clocking out.

I sat in my office, and did a little bit of breathing exercise but nothing worked.

“You can do this, Xavier. An hour” I said, chiding myself as I got up and walked out of my office, driving home to prepare for the occasion.
After an hour of styling my hair, showering and dressing up, I heard the front door open.

That must be Diana. 

I sprayed a little perfume and got downstairs to see her dressed in a red dress that stop way above mid thigh, with a v neckline, a good amount of her breast on display.

“Let's go” She smiled, enveloping my arm in hers, as we walked to the car and the driver drove off to the event. After an hour if driving, we reached a very luxurious hotel and there were different specs of cars and luxury.

There were blinding camera lights and the clicks and flashes of them filled the air. Diana held me impossibly tighter.
It's been a long while since we last made this kind of public appearance, and I knew this was her doing.

“Mr. Wort, over here. Diana!” We heard from the clocks of photographers, calling our attention and Diana, as usual, turned to take a photo. So many paparazzis and media all came together, so many flashes in our faces.

“I can't take this. I'm done” I whispered to Diana, as I turned to leave, and she followed suit. We walked for sometime before we saw my parents, my mom looking as elegant as ever.

“Mother” I called to her and she turned to me, her eyes lighting up brighter than they did before she sighted me.
“Xav. How are you?” She sang, enveloping me in a hug and completely ignoring my father.

“Hmm. Yes, I'm invincible” He mumbled, but as usual my mom heard him.
“You attention seeker” She teased, hitting his arms, slightly and he looked at her, and it was evident the amount of love they had, even after all those years. 

Twenty five years of marriage and they still looked at each other, like they were high schoolers in love. 

I envied what they had, so I vowed I'll have it too, but well…my current wife is not really the person, I'd like to stare at like the way my father stared at my mom.

And then the person that I wanted to stare at like that made herself known, and I didn't stare at her the way my dad stared at my mom, but how I stared at her the night I came to her apartment and ended things.

“Dorothy” My mother called her name, making her to walk towards us, her dress clung to her body, revealing yet the outline of the body I loved and craved so badly to mark.

“Are you here alone?” My mother asked, looking behind her.
“Uh…” She started but was cut short.

“No, she came with me” A familiar male voice said, and this caused me to look at her to already see that her eyes were on me.
“Edward?” 



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