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Yes | 2024-10-23 20:09 | active | 1681 | 0 | Best Friend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby | Kelly's POV Was it a blessing to marry your best friend? I was not very sure what Pierce thought but marrying him was a dream come true for me. And now what was more exciting, we were going to welcome our first child. “It’s a good thing you’re cautious. You could’ve lost your baby, Miss Monroe.” The GYN told me seriously as she could see the shock in my eyes. I subconsciously touched my belly, and still couldn't believe a baby was lying there. Had I heard it right? I was pregnant? I was pregnant with a baby for Pierce! My best friend and my first crush! On the way out of the hospital, I couldn’t wait to tell Pierce about our baby. I wondered what his reaction would be. Would he scream in happiness? Would he kiss me and all? God! I couldn’t contain my happiness. I cupped my red face as I fantasized. But the moment I felt the cold from the simple ring on my finger, my wildly beating heart calmed down. I almost forgot that Pierce wasn't the type to be keen on having children, especially when our marriage was arranged by his family. Pierce was a complete gentleman, both as a friend and a husband. Every time we had sex, he was considerate but cautious, saying there was no need to add extra shackles when we were not ready. This baby, in a way, was out of plan. My mind was becoming restless as I sat in my car. Would this be good news for him? What if Pierce was still not ready for the baby? "Ma'am, is everything okay? Do you need to call the Boss?" My private driver Luke asked worriedly as he noticed my frown face. Luke was reliable like a family but if I chose to share, I still wanted Pierce to be the first to know this news. He's my baby's father. "No," I shook my head, giving Luke a reassuring smile. "He's on the flight. I'll talk to him later myself." So that I could sense his answer directly from his raw expressions. I was always good at that. I closed my eyes recalling the first day we met. His bright smile in the sunlight was so dazzling, he was a Prince. Long before we became best friends, I fell in love with him at first sight. But it was only an unrequited love, I knew it well. I slid down the car window to get some fresh air but accidentally caught a glimpse of our old high school. That bitter feeling filled my chest once again. Pierce is my first love but I'm not his. In high school, I was only a boring nerd in other's eyes while Pierce Anderson was the shining Quarterback. Everyone was surprised that we could be friends. Though enmity rose, I enjoyed being around him. I slowly realized that I didn't want just to be his friend. However, right when I was about to confess my feelings to him, another girl came into his life. I shook my head trying to get rid of those sad old memories. I gripped the cold wedding ring on my finger, telling myself the past was past. Pierce said they were over and I was his wife now. I was his wife who was carrying his baby now. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and opened the door to our house. My heart calmed down as I breathed in the scent of home. Our home. It wasn't as luxurious as his family's villa but cozy. Pierce and I decorated it together with our own hands. We enjoyed it. Yes, I must have been overthinking. That woman had been out of our lives for a long time and my marriage with Pierce was as beautiful as a fairy tale for the past three years. I glanced at the clock on the wall. At this point, Pierce should have gotten off the plane. He was over a month of traveling for the sake of our family’s business. Pierce was the President of ADE, the leading fashion magazine company all over Asia, and I was actually the Vice President of the company. We were not only life partners but also good partners at work. I really missed him. I dialed his number immediately. I really wanted to hear his voice now, to know when he would arrive home. I would prepare a good meal for him and he would prize me with a sweet kiss. And then we might have passionate sex like what he gave me the night before his business trip. Oops, I almost forgot I was pregnant now. I needed to tell him this first and then we could do something else instead. I was happily envisioning our lovely reunion and my heart dropped when a woman's voice came over the line. [Hello?] I snapped the phone as just one word came out. My phone fell to the floor and my body started shaking uncontrollably. NO! It couldn't be her! It couldn't be Lexi! She was already out of our life! I must have misheard. I rushed to the fridge in an attempt to calm myself with the aid of some alcohol. But the moment I touched the wine bottle, I was reminded of the doctor's words and my baby. I needed to be cautious for my baby's sake. I turned to get a box of milk and walked toward the sofa. I didn't know what made me recognize that as Lexi's voice at that moment. I meant Lexi and I were never close. Lexi Gilbert was a typical blonde beauty that men would go crazy for. She was the popular cheerleader in high school while Pierce was the star quarterback. Better match than he and a nerd like me, right? It wasn't surprising that he had fallen for her. My pride couldn't stand watching the man I loved go crazy for another woman. So I had once tried to stay away from them silently but Pierce refused to quit from my life. Every time I drowned myself in a sea of books and studies to forget them, Pierce would appear at my doorway asking me out. I couldn't say no to his charming smile; I couldn't say no when he claimed it was his duty as my best friend to take me to enjoy the real world. To not ruin our friendship, I could only hide my broken heart, silently playing the role of his best friend by his side and watching his happy face for another girl. I finally got up the courage to study abroad as I learned that Pierce was planning to propose to Lexi. However, I never expected Grams would call to beg me back. I returned in a hurry only to see a lifeless Pierce. His heart was harmed badly, by Lexi. My beloved sunshine boy was nowhere to be seen, and my heart was bleeding. I started to hate Lexi from that moment. I gave up my cherished man to her, and how dared she harm him so badly! That witch! Pierce didn't tell anyone what happened except he was over with Lexi. Grams arranged our marriage. I didn't understand why he agreed until the day I heard him say that marrying anyone but Lexi would be the same for him. It was so fcking hurt but I still walked into this marriage without a second thought. My cherished boy was broken and I wanted to fix him, not caring if I would ruin myself in the process. I fell asleep at home feeling so insecure and worried. I woke up in the middle of the night when I felt someone caressing my cheek. Slowly, I opened my eyes and I realized I had fallen asleep in the living area. Someone lifted me from the couch. I immediately recognized his scent and touch as I looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Peirce…” “Hmm,” he hummed as he walked towards the stairs. “Why did you sleep on the couch?” I stared at his face when he gently put me down on the bed. He caressed my hair and kissed my forehead. He was always so gentle and that was why I loved him so much. Even when making love, he was very considerate of my feelings. We'd been apart for over a month, my body missed him and my heart wanted him. “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you,” I said as I caressed his cheek. “Just met a friend. You said you were waiting for me, is it something urgent?" Looking at his gentle face, suddenly I didn't want to ruin the moment. so I closed my parted lips and swallowed the truth back in my stomach once again. Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, I will have the courage to face all the puzzles. I shook my head and pouted, telling him that I was sleepy. He chuckled and carefully carried me to the bed. The moment he was about to leave me after giving me a goodnight kiss, I panicked for some reason. I then quickly grabbed him and kissed him with all my passion, trying to undress him, trying to make him touch me more and deeper. I missed him. I wanted him. I felt that the only way I could feel at ease was to let him put himself inside me again. To make sure he was still mine. "Wait Kels," Yet he stopped me by pinning my crazy hands on the bed. "I thought you said you're sleepy and you need to rest." "But I think I miss you more now." I looked at him with innocence and I could catch desire flashing in his eyes but I didn't know why it faded soon. He used to be happy when I became the initiative one. As if noticing my confusion, he chuckled and playfully pinched my nose, “I’ll just take a shower. I smell alcohol.” I just nodded and watched him as he walked toward the bathroom. But drowsiness struck again so I closed my eyes to take a nap. However, it was already morning when I opened my eyes again and Pierce was beside me, putting a tray of food on the bedside table. “Hey!” I greeted and smiled when I realized what he’d done. He prepared breakfast for me. In bed. The sweetest. He smiled and sat on the bed. “Good morning.” I grinned as I sat on the bed. He carried the tray and put it beside me. I shot an eyebrow up and tilted my head as I stared at his handsome face. His eyes are deep brown. His eyebrows were thick and black, complimenting his beautiful eyes. His nose was proud and pointed and his lips were red and thin. He literally looks like a sexy bad boy. Even Damon Salvatore would be embarrassed to stand beside him. No one stands a chance against this man. “What is this? Is this a bribe? You stood me up last night, bad boy.” He didn’t laugh. He heaved a sigh and gently tucked my hair on my ears before he held my hand and stared into my eyes. “I have something to tell you.” I felt my heart race. I thought about our baby in my womb. He’s got something to tell. I have something to tell him too. “W-What is it?” I asked as I felt my voice tremble. He took a deep sigh. “You know you’re important to me, right?” I slowly nodded with parted lips. I couldn’t answer. I’m scared of what he’s about to say. I have a bad feeling about this. “You were my best friend before we got married. You are one of the few people I treasure…” I hid my balled fists under the sheet. I don’t know why he’s telling me all this but I felt tears pooling in the corner of my eyes already. “Kelly…” he paused and squeezed his eyes closed before he looked at me again in the eyes. “I-I think it’s time for us to divorce.” “P-Pierce…” I felt my heart clench. He smiled. “I know you don’t have feelings for me either. You just married me because of my grandparents. You just did this because you love them. Now it’s time for our real happiness, Kelly.” I shook my head, “W-What are you talking about, Pierce?” “Lexi is back, Kelly. 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No | 2024-10-23 20:10 | active | 1681 | 0 | ❤️Click to read more exciting content❤️ | Chapter 1 A Perfect Puppet The heat was suffocating, and in the murky confines of the room, Cynthia Stewart's mind swirled with confusion as she found herself entwined with a stranger. Suddenly, her shoulder was clamped in an iron grip. Before her was a man with noble bearing and sharp features, his expression a blend of restrained fury and unbridled desire, as he held her captive on the bed. "I'd rather die than fall for someone like you," Murray Fisher spat, his words dripping with contempt. As Cynthia's world threatened to go black, Murray's grip unexpectedly loosened, and a searing pain pierced her. Throughout the encounter, his demeanor never wavered—cold, detached, his eyes filled with disdain. When it was over, Murray rose from the bed, the faint light casting shadows on his sculpted back as he moved. Cynthia curled into herself, her body aching, bruised. "Who are you?" she whispered, voice trembling. "Why did you drug me?" Murray scoffed, his fingers biting into her wrist. "Drug you? You've been scheming to trap me like this for years. Thought you finally pulled it off, didn't you?" Cynthia's shock was palpable. "You think I drugged you?" Murray straightened up, his clothes disheveled as he loomed over her, radiating menace. "Cheryl Stewart, did you really think kidnapping Sheila and pulling this pathetic stunt would win me over? Be grateful she's unharmed—because if she wasn't, you'd be dead by now," he snapped. Cynthia was bewildered, lost in the chaos of his accusations. But the ache in her body reminded her she needed to call for help. Before she could reach for her phone, Murray grabbed her again, pulling her close, his face twisted with a bitter smile. "Calling the cops on your own husband? Really, Cheryl? Is that your latest game?" "Husband?" Cynthia's mind reeled. She was unmarried, yet somehow she found herself with a husband she didn't remember having. And he kept calling her Cheryl. That was her sister's name. Murray seemed oblivious to her confusion. He straightened his collar, his eyes drifting to the bloodstain on the sheets. "I'll admit, I'm shocked you were still a virgin," he said with a sneer. With a snap of his fingers, Kelly, the housekeeper, appeared, her hands trembling as she presented the contraceptives. "Mr. Fisher, this pill is potent, and Mrs. Fisher's constitution is frail," Kelly cautioned, but Murray disregarded her, taking the pill and approaching the bed. He held Cynthia's chin firmly, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp, devoid of any warmth. "She is undeserving of bearing my child," he snapped, his voice cold. Cynthia fought, but she was no match for his strength. Forced to look up, she watched in horror as he forced her to take the pill. Cynthia gasped and choked, coughing violently. "You don't love her, and you're hurting her for another woman. You're despicable, not even worth mentioning in her life," she said. Murray's brow furrowed. "What are you muttering about?" "I want a divorce." Cynthia pushed Murray away with all her might and fled the estate in a panic. At the mention of divorce, a flicker of astonishment crossed Murray's icy facade. He couldn't believe that Cheryl, who had been begging for his love just a short time ago, was now the one suggesting they dissolve their marriage. Cynthia dashed into the Stewart residence, her heart pounding in her chest. Her father, Donald Stewart, was pacing anxiously as she entered. He gripped her arms tightly, his voice a desperate whisper. "Did Murray suspect you?" His eyes were wild, his words rushed. "No one's the wiser about you and Cheryl being twins. You're doppelgangers, and even I can't tell you apart. Murray couldn't have known." It all clicked for Cynthia in that moment. Her dad, who had been gone for years, had called her in from the outskirts. She remembered a weird smell on the ride over, and then she woke up in Murray's house, right in front of the guy who had forced himself on her so brutally. "Dad, did you drug us? Did you send me to Murray intentionally? Why would you do such a thing?" Cynthia asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. Donald stood, hands clasped behind his back, his face a mask of cunning and contempt. That contempt was directed at Cynthia. "Why? For the Stewart family!" Donald declared, his voice echoing with a chilling determination. "If Cheryl hadn't vanished, I wouldn't have come to you. Everything we have is tied to the Fishers. They hold our fate in their hands. Cheryl can disappear, she can die, but Murray's wife must survive, must keep bringing benefits to the Stewart name!" A harsh reality hit Cynthia hard. Her sister had disappeared, and her own future was a big question mark. But her dad didn't care about their safety. He just wanted someone to do what the family needed, and it looked like he'd picked Cynthia for the job. Donald muttered to himself, "Cynthia, for now, you have to embody Murray's wife. Until Cheryl returns, you are her." "From the day Cheryl and I were born, you saw us as cursed. You sent me away, even told the world I didn't exist. If the Stewart family only has one daughter, then why am I involved?" Donald maintained his composure, his tone casual as he inquired, "You're aware that Mike's company is losing money hand over fist, but are you aware of the illicit activities he's been involved in behind the scenes?" Cynthia's steps faltered at the mention of Mike Xenakis, her boyfriend. "Dad, what are you implying?" Cynthia asked. She had noticed some shady transactions, but Mike had said they were investments from friends. Now she realized it was more complicated than that. Seeing her hesitate, a sly smile crept onto Donald's lips, "My dear daughter, let's strike a deal. If you play your sister's role convincingly and maintain the facade as Murray's wife, keeping the alliance between our families intact, that damning evidence will never see the light of day. You and Mike will both be safe." Cynthia remembered Mike's tender promise that once his business took off, he would marry her in a grand ceremony. She knew her refusal now would come with a price—a risk that she and Mike could end up stuck in her dad's control forever. When Cynthia looked into Donald's eyes, she felt suspicious and scared. It was like she was facing pure evil, a darkness that matched the man who had given her life. After much hesitation, Cynthia gritted her teeth and agreed to the deal. She paused to gather her thoughts, then questioned, "The Fishers rule this city, and Murray Fisher, their leader, became a billionaire by 23. He's tough, distant, and always suspicious. Do we really have a chance to fool him?" Chapter 2 Sheila's Facade Donald's voice echoed with a tinge of arrogance. "No one knows about Cheryl and Cynthia, the twin sisters. It's just our secret." His words hung in the air, but then they heard footsteps coming their way. The door opened, and there was Murray, looking as dark and stormy as a night-time ocean, leading a woman wrapped in a white fur coat. Sheila Baker hid behind Murray, shaking when she saw Cynthia. "Murray, I'm so scared," she said softly, her voice just a whisper. Murray offered a comforting touch, then turned his glacial stare onto Cynthia. "Cheryl, you've got the nerve to propose a divorce. Think about what that could cause." He loomed over Cynthia, his voice a mix of mockery and strange protectiveness for Sheila. Donald got nervous and quickly tried to fix things with Murray. "Murray, please ignore Cheryl's talk. She's just upset and not thinking straight." Sheila clung to Murray's arm, her eyes wide with a feigned innocence as she locked gazes with Cynthia. "I've always thought of Cheryl like a sister. I don't get why she dislikes me so much. Even though she had me kidnapped and tried to... harm me, I don't hold it against her." With a soft tug on Murray's sleeve, Sheila continued, "Murray, Cheryl cares so much about her pride. Please don't let her be embarrassed in public." She sounded sincere, but it was clear she was trying to make herself look like the one who had been hurt. Cynthia met Sheila's gaze with a mixture of scorn and mockery, seeing right through Sheila's tricks. "You're well aware of Murray's marriage to me, and yet you pushed yourself into our relationship. Now you're trying to play the wronged victim?" Sheila's eyes brimmed with tears, her voice trembled with each word. "It's not as it seems between Murray and me," she insisted, but her fake innocence broke down as she started to cry. Cynthia, her tone laced with biting sarcasm, pressed further. "If you think of me as your sister, then Murray should be your brother-in-law, right?" Murray's attention shifted between Cynthia's unyielding defiance and Sheila's tears. He spoke with authority. "Cheryl, apologize." Cynthia stood her ground, unshaken, as the actions were Cheryl's, not hers. "I won't apologize for what I haven't done." Donald, in his quest to appease Murray, barked at Cynthia. "Cheryl, bow and apologize to Ms. Baker." Cynthia's brow furrowed in a display of sheer defiance. "I am the legitimate wife. Why should I bow down to the intruder?" The slap from Donald was sudden and severe. "Cheryl, this is your final warning. Bow and apologize." Cynthia inhaled deeply, her spirit unbroken. "I shall never bow to the interloper!" Donald's face turned pale as he held a riding crop, watching Murray's reaction. "My word is law in the Stewart family. To go against me is to go against all of us. Will you obey, or not?" Cynthia's expression remained stoic. Pushed into this crazy situation and now being forced to the edge of embarrassment, she couldn't help but think about how tough life must have been for Cheryl. "Never!" Cynthia declared firmly, her voice resolute. The riding crop came down hard, hitting the back of Cynthia's legs over and over. Each hit left red marks, making a scary picture. Cynthia's face got pale, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat. The pain in her legs was too much, and it made her feel numb all over. She couldn't stand anymore and fell down on one knee. Murray looked at Cynthia, seeing the bad shape her legs were in and how strong her spirit was. For a short moment, he seemed unsure if he should keep going. Then, he walked away from Cynthia without showing any feelings. As Murray disappeared from view, Sheila's facade of innocence crumbled, replaced by a smirk as she leaned into Cynthia's personal space. "Cheryl, you're fighting for something that's not yours. Murray's heart belongs to me. Deep down, you know you can't beat me." Her eyes, once a picture of innocence, now shimmered with a cunning malice as she continued, "I have a little secret for you. I've been ahead of you all along. Your kidnapping scheme? I was aware, but I played along. I'm going to use it to reveal your true self to Murray." Cynthia, undeterred, clutched Sheila's necklace, drawing her close. "Seems like you've made a misstep too, haven't you?" Sheila's confusion was momentary. "What are you getting at?" A cold smile graced Cynthia's lips. "You risked it all, hoping I'd take the bait, but your real aim was to turn Murray against me." Her grip shifted to Sheila's chin, taunting, "But it didn't work out that way. Even now, Murray's not leaving or hurting me. It appears I hold a special place in his heart that you could only dream of." Sheila's face flushed with anger, but she was struck dumb. She sensed a steel in Cheryl she'd never seen before, a departure from the woman who might have once lashed out in a fit of rage. "Don't kid yourself. Murray's keeping you around to make you repent for your sins," Sheila snapped before making her dramatic exit, the click of her heels marking her departure. Donald's stern warning rang in Cynthia's ears as she left. "Stay clear of Murray and Sheila. Keep your pride in check, no matter what." Back at the Fisher residence, Cynthia sat on the couch, her brow furrowed in thought. The life of luxury she'd envisioned for Cheryl was a stark contrast to the reality. A servant interrupted her thoughts. "Mrs. Fisher, it's time." Cynthia, puzzled, inquired, "Time for what?" "To prepare Mr. Fisher's bath and dinner," the servant replied. Cynthia gestured to herself, her face etched with disbelief. "Me? Wait on that madman? After he's done with his romantic tryst? I must be out of my mind. I'm his wife, not his servant." The servant bowed. "Mrs. Fisher, these are the tasks you've always taken care of for Mr. Fisher." Cynthia rubbed her forehead as she muttered to herself, "Cheryl, what are you after, stooping to this level?" Even though they weren't close, seeing her sister treated this way left a bitter taste. "I'm done with this. Handle the bath and dinner yourself," Cynthia said, brushing off the servant with a wave of her hand. "Got it," the servant agreed, noting the change in their mistress since her return. 'Has she finally seen the light?' the servant wondered. Sheila soon appeared, draped in a white bathrobe, her tone demanding as she addressed Cynthia. "Cheryl, have you prepared the bath? I'm in the mood for a rose petal soak today." "Ms. Baker, I'll see to the bathwater—" the servant began. Cynthia cut in with a mischievous grin. "Don't worry, dear. I'll take care of it so you and your..." She paused, catching herself before the insult slipped out. "So you'll have a lovely bath to enjoy." Though she had no intention of doing so, the sight of Sheila, provocatively draped in a bathrobe, was too much for Cynthia to bear. She was determined to give this couple a 'surprise' they wouldn't forget. Chapter 3 Master Of Hypnosis Sheila's departure was marked by a smirk. "Cheryl, I'm really looking forward to that," she said, her voice a melody of feigned innocence. Cynthia's response was a smile that held the mystery of the night. "Let's see if that smile stays when the curtain falls," she remarked, her tone a whisper of things to come. The servant, ever the picture of loyalty, hesitated. "Mrs. Fisher, perhaps I should be the one to prepare it." "Absolutely not," Cynthia replied, her laughter a chilling melody. "I have a special bath to prepare for my 'beloved' husband and his playmate." The servant was puzzled, her face a blank page waiting to be filled with questions. Normally, the Mrs. Fisher she knew would be seething and grumbling about this task. But today, the woman was a different story, all bright and bubbly, like she was looking forward to something big. As the bathwater began to fill the tub, Sheila entered the bathroom, her head tilted in a pose of feigned innocence. "Cheryl, I'm accustomed to having someone attend to my every need while I bathe. You'll stay and serve me." Cynthia nodded, her compliance an unexpected twist in the tale. "As you wish, Sheila." Sheila felt a surge of victory. She spoke with the confidence of someone who thought she ruled everything, "Cheryl, if you had understood your position, things with Murray would have been easier for you. "The title of Mrs. Fisher isn't for you. Soon, I'll be the lady of this house, and that important man will be with me." With a show-off move, Sheila took off her robe and dropped her underwear at Cynthia's feet, like she was giving her a hard task. "Wash these by hand, okay?" But as Sheila stepped into the tub, her smile turned to a grimace. A sharp pain pierced her foot, and she found herself standing on shards of glass hidden in the water. "Cheryl, you did this on purpose!" Sheila's anger was a storm ready to break as she raised her hand to strike. But Cynthia was quick, grabbing Sheila's wrist with the skill of a bird catching its prey. "Sheila, whether I keep my title or not is still up in the air. But as long as I'm around, you won't get it. Don't test me. You don't know what I can do." Then, with a quick motion, Cynthia threw Sheila's underwear into the toilet, a clear sign that she was done with the challenge. Sheila seethed, ready to pounce, when a noise from outside interrupted her. Seizing the moment, she clutched Cynthia's hand and sneered, "Cheryl, I really want to know what you can do." As she spoke, Sheila staged a dramatic fall, making it look like Cynthia had shoved her. Lying on the floor, she cried out, acting like the victim. "Why, Cheryl? Why are you doing this to me?" Murray stormed into the bathroom, catching the tail end of the scene. Sheila was a picture of fragility and pain, while Cynthia stood by, unscathed. Murray's face darkened as his gaze fell on Sheila's injured foot and the tub of filth. "Cheryl, when will this end?" Cynthia just smiled at Murray. "I was figuring out her little act. Now it's clear—she's got you here to defend her." Murray's scorn was evident. "Enjoying your little prank? Why not be a part of it?" With that, he grabbed Cynthia and tossed her into the muck. Cynthia hit the tub, and the water closed over her head. The glass cut her, staining the water red, a stark contrast to the rose petals floating above. Murray was clearly surprised when he saw how risky the situation was. He thought Cynthia would cry and complain like Sheila, but Cynthia stayed quiet, with many cuts on her body. Before he could react, Cynthia had him by the collar, pulling him down into the chaos with her. Murray fell in with a splash, ending up in a heap with Cynthia. His knee ended up against her, hands gripping the tub's edge to keep from going under, and in the chaos, his lips brushed her forehead. Cynthia's clothes clung to her, revealing her curves as the water soaked through. The way they were twisted together in the tub was anything but innocent. Sheila watched from the sidelines, her eyes ablaze with jealousy. She made a big show of being upset and threw herself back, like she was knocked down by what she saw. "Sheila!" Murray's breath hitched in his throat as Sheila's body went limp. With a rough shove, he sent Cynthia sprawling, her body left to cradle the bruises in the tub. Ignoring her, he bolted from the room carrying Sheila who only had a small cut on her foot. Cynthia, calm and quiet, got out of the red water and the broken glass. She cleaned her cuts quickly and efficiently, then left the bathroom. "Mrs. Fisher, you're bleeding," Kelly gasped, her hands guiding Cynthia to the sofa with a motherly insistence. As she applied the salve, her gaze never left Cynthia's cuts. Cynthia felt a rare sense of comfort in Kelly's care, a kindness she hadn't found anywhere else in the Fisher residence. The same concern that had been there for her in her darkest moments was just as soothing now. Kelly yawned as she took care of Cynthia's cuts. Cynthia noticed and asked kindly, "Kelly, have you been sleeping well?" Kelly sighed. "I can't sleep well, with bad dreams every night. Medicine doesn't really help. I guess it's just because I'm getting older." At this, Cynthia produced a delicate vintage pocket watch from her neck. "Let me help you with that, Kelly." She led Kelly into a quiet room and made the pocket watch swing gently from her hand. "Let your gaze rest upon the watch," she whispered, her voice a caress in the stillness. "Feel the pull of sleep as it wraps around you." Kelly's eyes got heavier as she watched the watch's swing. Cynthia's voice became like a lullaby, promising a good night's sleep. "Tonight, your dreams will be quiet, and you'll sleep deeply and peacefully." Soon, Kelly was fast asleep. Cynthia put the pocket watch away, feeling good about helping Kelly. She had returned a kindness, a small act in a world where such gestures were rare. As she stole back to her room, the sight of Sheila with a vial of sleeping pills caught her eye. "What's with the pills?" Cynthia inquired of a passing servant. "It's for Mr. Fisher," the servant replied in hushed tones. "His insomnia is severe, and he hasn't slept for seven days. "The doctors of Eusburg are stumped. Without sleep, his life hangs by a thread. There's only one man who might help, Mr. Stewart, the master of hypnosis. But Mr. Fisher dislikes anyone with the surname Stewart, and thus Mr. Stewart has never been called upon." Cynthia's gaze fell to her own injuries, a mirror to the disregard she and her sister Cheryl faced at Murray's hands. She might not claim kinship with Cheryl, but she would not suffer the indignity of her sister's mistreatment. A cold laugh escaped her. "Murray, I have a surprise for you. You're about to learn why Mr. Stewart's talents are not to be taken lightly." With a plan in mind, Cynthia went to Murray's room. She leaned against the door and yawned. "Sleeping pills won't fix your problem." Murray's fury was palpable, his exhaustion clear. "Get out!" Sheila attempted to soothe the waves, her voice sharp. "Cheryl, this is no time for games. Murray is in no state for disturbance." Cynthia's focus never left Murray. "I can end your sleepless nights." Disbelief clouded Murray's face. "Cheryl, do you understand the price of your lies?" Cynthia's response was a challenge. 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Yes | 2024-10-23 20:10 | active | 1681 | 0 | ❤️Click to read more exciting content❤️ | Chapter 1 A Perfect Puppet The heat was suffocating, and in the murky confines of the room, Cynthia Stewart's mind swirled with confusion as she found herself entwined with a stranger. Suddenly, her shoulder was clamped in an iron grip. Before her was a man with noble bearing and sharp features, his expression a blend of restrained fury and unbridled desire, as he held her captive on the bed. "I'd rather die than fall for someone like you," Murray Fisher spat, his words dripping with contempt. As Cynthia's world threatened to go black, Murray's grip unexpectedly loosened, and a searing pain pierced her. Throughout the encounter, his demeanor never wavered—cold, detached, his eyes filled with disdain. When it was over, Murray rose from the bed, the faint light casting shadows on his sculpted back as he moved. Cynthia curled into herself, her body aching, bruised. "Who are you?" she whispered, voice trembling. "Why did you drug me?" Murray scoffed, his fingers biting into her wrist. "Drug you? You've been scheming to trap me like this for years. Thought you finally pulled it off, didn't you?" Cynthia's shock was palpable. "You think I drugged you?" Murray straightened up, his clothes disheveled as he loomed over her, radiating menace. "Cheryl Stewart, did you really think kidnapping Sheila and pulling this pathetic stunt would win me over? Be grateful she's unharmed—because if she wasn't, you'd be dead by now," he snapped. Cynthia was bewildered, lost in the chaos of his accusations. But the ache in her body reminded her she needed to call for help. Before she could reach for her phone, Murray grabbed her again, pulling her close, his face twisted with a bitter smile. "Calling the cops on your own husband? Really, Cheryl? Is that your latest game?" "Husband?" Cynthia's mind reeled. She was unmarried, yet somehow she found herself with a husband she didn't remember having. And he kept calling her Cheryl. That was her sister's name. Murray seemed oblivious to her confusion. He straightened his collar, his eyes drifting to the bloodstain on the sheets. "I'll admit, I'm shocked you were still a virgin," he said with a sneer. With a snap of his fingers, Kelly, the housekeeper, appeared, her hands trembling as she presented the contraceptives. "Mr. Fisher, this pill is potent, and Mrs. Fisher's constitution is frail," Kelly cautioned, but Murray disregarded her, taking the pill and approaching the bed. He held Cynthia's chin firmly, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp, devoid of any warmth. "She is undeserving of bearing my child," he snapped, his voice cold. Cynthia fought, but she was no match for his strength. Forced to look up, she watched in horror as he forced her to take the pill. Cynthia gasped and choked, coughing violently. "You don't love her, and you're hurting her for another woman. You're despicable, not even worth mentioning in her life," she said. Murray's brow furrowed. "What are you muttering about?" "I want a divorce." Cynthia pushed Murray away with all her might and fled the estate in a panic. At the mention of divorce, a flicker of astonishment crossed Murray's icy facade. He couldn't believe that Cheryl, who had been begging for his love just a short time ago, was now the one suggesting they dissolve their marriage. Cynthia dashed into the Stewart residence, her heart pounding in her chest. Her father, Donald Stewart, was pacing anxiously as she entered. He gripped her arms tightly, his voice a desperate whisper. "Did Murray suspect you?" His eyes were wild, his words rushed. "No one's the wiser about you and Cheryl being twins. You're doppelgangers, and even I can't tell you apart. Murray couldn't have known." It all clicked for Cynthia in that moment. Her dad, who had been gone for years, had called her in from the outskirts. She remembered a weird smell on the ride over, and then she woke up in Murray's house, right in front of the guy who had forced himself on her so brutally. "Dad, did you drug us? Did you send me to Murray intentionally? Why would you do such a thing?" Cynthia asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. Donald stood, hands clasped behind his back, his face a mask of cunning and contempt. That contempt was directed at Cynthia. "Why? For the Stewart family!" Donald declared, his voice echoing with a chilling determination. "If Cheryl hadn't vanished, I wouldn't have come to you. Everything we have is tied to the Fishers. They hold our fate in their hands. Cheryl can disappear, she can die, but Murray's wife must survive, must keep bringing benefits to the Stewart name!" A harsh reality hit Cynthia hard. Her sister had disappeared, and her own future was a big question mark. But her dad didn't care about their safety. He just wanted someone to do what the family needed, and it looked like he'd picked Cynthia for the job. Donald muttered to himself, "Cynthia, for now, you have to embody Murray's wife. Until Cheryl returns, you are her." "From the day Cheryl and I were born, you saw us as cursed. You sent me away, even told the world I didn't exist. If the Stewart family only has one daughter, then why am I involved?" Donald maintained his composure, his tone casual as he inquired, "You're aware that Mike's company is losing money hand over fist, but are you aware of the illicit activities he's been involved in behind the scenes?" Cynthia's steps faltered at the mention of Mike Xenakis, her boyfriend. "Dad, what are you implying?" Cynthia asked. She had noticed some shady transactions, but Mike had said they were investments from friends. Now she realized it was more complicated than that. Seeing her hesitate, a sly smile crept onto Donald's lips, "My dear daughter, let's strike a deal. If you play your sister's role convincingly and maintain the facade as Murray's wife, keeping the alliance between our families intact, that damning evidence will never see the light of day. You and Mike will both be safe." Cynthia remembered Mike's tender promise that once his business took off, he would marry her in a grand ceremony. She knew her refusal now would come with a price—a risk that she and Mike could end up stuck in her dad's control forever. When Cynthia looked into Donald's eyes, she felt suspicious and scared. It was like she was facing pure evil, a darkness that matched the man who had given her life. After much hesitation, Cynthia gritted her teeth and agreed to the deal. She paused to gather her thoughts, then questioned, "The Fishers rule this city, and Murray Fisher, their leader, became a billionaire by 23. He's tough, distant, and always suspicious. Do we really have a chance to fool him?" Chapter 2 Sheila's Facade Donald's voice echoed with a tinge of arrogance. "No one knows about Cheryl and Cynthia, the twin sisters. It's just our secret." His words hung in the air, but then they heard footsteps coming their way. The door opened, and there was Murray, looking as dark and stormy as a night-time ocean, leading a woman wrapped in a white fur coat. Sheila Baker hid behind Murray, shaking when she saw Cynthia. "Murray, I'm so scared," she said softly, her voice just a whisper. Murray offered a comforting touch, then turned his glacial stare onto Cynthia. "Cheryl, you've got the nerve to propose a divorce. Think about what that could cause." He loomed over Cynthia, his voice a mix of mockery and strange protectiveness for Sheila. Donald got nervous and quickly tried to fix things with Murray. "Murray, please ignore Cheryl's talk. She's just upset and not thinking straight." Sheila clung to Murray's arm, her eyes wide with a feigned innocence as she locked gazes with Cynthia. "I've always thought of Cheryl like a sister. I don't get why she dislikes me so much. Even though she had me kidnapped and tried to... harm me, I don't hold it against her." With a soft tug on Murray's sleeve, Sheila continued, "Murray, Cheryl cares so much about her pride. Please don't let her be embarrassed in public." She sounded sincere, but it was clear she was trying to make herself look like the one who had been hurt. Cynthia met Sheila's gaze with a mixture of scorn and mockery, seeing right through Sheila's tricks. "You're well aware of Murray's marriage to me, and yet you pushed yourself into our relationship. Now you're trying to play the wronged victim?" Sheila's eyes brimmed with tears, her voice trembled with each word. "It's not as it seems between Murray and me," she insisted, but her fake innocence broke down as she started to cry. Cynthia, her tone laced with biting sarcasm, pressed further. "If you think of me as your sister, then Murray should be your brother-in-law, right?" Murray's attention shifted between Cynthia's unyielding defiance and Sheila's tears. He spoke with authority. "Cheryl, apologize." Cynthia stood her ground, unshaken, as the actions were Cheryl's, not hers. "I won't apologize for what I haven't done." Donald, in his quest to appease Murray, barked at Cynthia. "Cheryl, bow and apologize to Ms. Baker." Cynthia's brow furrowed in a display of sheer defiance. "I am the legitimate wife. Why should I bow down to the intruder?" The slap from Donald was sudden and severe. "Cheryl, this is your final warning. Bow and apologize." Cynthia inhaled deeply, her spirit unbroken. "I shall never bow to the interloper!" Donald's face turned pale as he held a riding crop, watching Murray's reaction. "My word is law in the Stewart family. To go against me is to go against all of us. Will you obey, or not?" Cynthia's expression remained stoic. Pushed into this crazy situation and now being forced to the edge of embarrassment, she couldn't help but think about how tough life must have been for Cheryl. "Never!" Cynthia declared firmly, her voice resolute. The riding crop came down hard, hitting the back of Cynthia's legs over and over. Each hit left red marks, making a scary picture. Cynthia's face got pale, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat. The pain in her legs was too much, and it made her feel numb all over. She couldn't stand anymore and fell down on one knee. Murray looked at Cynthia, seeing the bad shape her legs were in and how strong her spirit was. For a short moment, he seemed unsure if he should keep going. Then, he walked away from Cynthia without showing any feelings. As Murray disappeared from view, Sheila's facade of innocence crumbled, replaced by a smirk as she leaned into Cynthia's personal space. "Cheryl, you're fighting for something that's not yours. Murray's heart belongs to me. Deep down, you know you can't beat me." Her eyes, once a picture of innocence, now shimmered with a cunning malice as she continued, "I have a little secret for you. I've been ahead of you all along. Your kidnapping scheme? I was aware, but I played along. I'm going to use it to reveal your true self to Murray." Cynthia, undeterred, clutched Sheila's necklace, drawing her close. "Seems like you've made a misstep too, haven't you?" Sheila's confusion was momentary. "What are you getting at?" A cold smile graced Cynthia's lips. "You risked it all, hoping I'd take the bait, but your real aim was to turn Murray against me." Her grip shifted to Sheila's chin, taunting, "But it didn't work out that way. Even now, Murray's not leaving or hurting me. It appears I hold a special place in his heart that you could only dream of." Sheila's face flushed with anger, but she was struck dumb. She sensed a steel in Cheryl she'd never seen before, a departure from the woman who might have once lashed out in a fit of rage. "Don't kid yourself. Murray's keeping you around to make you repent for your sins," Sheila snapped before making her dramatic exit, the click of her heels marking her departure. Donald's stern warning rang in Cynthia's ears as she left. "Stay clear of Murray and Sheila. Keep your pride in check, no matter what." Back at the Fisher residence, Cynthia sat on the couch, her brow furrowed in thought. The life of luxury she'd envisioned for Cheryl was a stark contrast to the reality. A servant interrupted her thoughts. "Mrs. Fisher, it's time." Cynthia, puzzled, inquired, "Time for what?" "To prepare Mr. Fisher's bath and dinner," the servant replied. Cynthia gestured to herself, her face etched with disbelief. "Me? Wait on that madman? After he's done with his romantic tryst? I must be out of my mind. I'm his wife, not his servant." The servant bowed. "Mrs. Fisher, these are the tasks you've always taken care of for Mr. Fisher." Cynthia rubbed her forehead as she muttered to herself, "Cheryl, what are you after, stooping to this level?" Even though they weren't close, seeing her sister treated this way left a bitter taste. "I'm done with this. Handle the bath and dinner yourself," Cynthia said, brushing off the servant with a wave of her hand. "Got it," the servant agreed, noting the change in their mistress since her return. 'Has she finally seen the light?' the servant wondered. Sheila soon appeared, draped in a white bathrobe, her tone demanding as she addressed Cynthia. "Cheryl, have you prepared the bath? I'm in the mood for a rose petal soak today." "Ms. Baker, I'll see to the bathwater—" the servant began. Cynthia cut in with a mischievous grin. "Don't worry, dear. I'll take care of it so you and your..." She paused, catching herself before the insult slipped out. "So you'll have a lovely bath to enjoy." Though she had no intention of doing so, the sight of Sheila, provocatively draped in a bathrobe, was too much for Cynthia to bear. She was determined to give this couple a 'surprise' they wouldn't forget. Chapter 3 Master Of Hypnosis Sheila's departure was marked by a smirk. "Cheryl, I'm really looking forward to that," she said, her voice a melody of feigned innocence. Cynthia's response was a smile that held the mystery of the night. "Let's see if that smile stays when the curtain falls," she remarked, her tone a whisper of things to come. The servant, ever the picture of loyalty, hesitated. "Mrs. Fisher, perhaps I should be the one to prepare it." "Absolutely not," Cynthia replied, her laughter a chilling melody. "I have a special bath to prepare for my 'beloved' husband and his playmate." The servant was puzzled, her face a blank page waiting to be filled with questions. Normally, the Mrs. Fisher she knew would be seething and grumbling about this task. But today, the woman was a different story, all bright and bubbly, like she was looking forward to something big. As the bathwater began to fill the tub, Sheila entered the bathroom, her head tilted in a pose of feigned innocence. "Cheryl, I'm accustomed to having someone attend to my every need while I bathe. You'll stay and serve me." Cynthia nodded, her compliance an unexpected twist in the tale. "As you wish, Sheila." Sheila felt a surge of victory. She spoke with the confidence of someone who thought she ruled everything, "Cheryl, if you had understood your position, things with Murray would have been easier for you. "The title of Mrs. Fisher isn't for you. Soon, I'll be the lady of this house, and that important man will be with me." With a show-off move, Sheila took off her robe and dropped her underwear at Cynthia's feet, like she was giving her a hard task. "Wash these by hand, okay?" But as Sheila stepped into the tub, her smile turned to a grimace. A sharp pain pierced her foot, and she found herself standing on shards of glass hidden in the water. "Cheryl, you did this on purpose!" Sheila's anger was a storm ready to break as she raised her hand to strike. But Cynthia was quick, grabbing Sheila's wrist with the skill of a bird catching its prey. "Sheila, whether I keep my title or not is still up in the air. But as long as I'm around, you won't get it. Don't test me. You don't know what I can do." Then, with a quick motion, Cynthia threw Sheila's underwear into the toilet, a clear sign that she was done with the challenge. Sheila seethed, ready to pounce, when a noise from outside interrupted her. Seizing the moment, she clutched Cynthia's hand and sneered, "Cheryl, I really want to know what you can do." As she spoke, Sheila staged a dramatic fall, making it look like Cynthia had shoved her. Lying on the floor, she cried out, acting like the victim. "Why, Cheryl? Why are you doing this to me?" Murray stormed into the bathroom, catching the tail end of the scene. Sheila was a picture of fragility and pain, while Cynthia stood by, unscathed. Murray's face darkened as his gaze fell on Sheila's injured foot and the tub of filth. "Cheryl, when will this end?" Cynthia just smiled at Murray. "I was figuring out her little act. Now it's clear—she's got you here to defend her." Murray's scorn was evident. "Enjoying your little prank? Why not be a part of it?" With that, he grabbed Cynthia and tossed her into the muck. Cynthia hit the tub, and the water closed over her head. The glass cut her, staining the water red, a stark contrast to the rose petals floating above. Murray was clearly surprised when he saw how risky the situation was. He thought Cynthia would cry and complain like Sheila, but Cynthia stayed quiet, with many cuts on her body. Before he could react, Cynthia had him by the collar, pulling him down into the chaos with her. Murray fell in with a splash, ending up in a heap with Cynthia. His knee ended up against her, hands gripping the tub's edge to keep from going under, and in the chaos, his lips brushed her forehead. Cynthia's clothes clung to her, revealing her curves as the water soaked through. The way they were twisted together in the tub was anything but innocent. Sheila watched from the sidelines, her eyes ablaze with jealousy. She made a big show of being upset and threw herself back, like she was knocked down by what she saw. "Sheila!" Murray's breath hitched in his throat as Sheila's body went limp. With a rough shove, he sent Cynthia sprawling, her body left to cradle the bruises in the tub. Ignoring her, he bolted from the room carrying Sheila who only had a small cut on her foot. Cynthia, calm and quiet, got out of the red water and the broken glass. She cleaned her cuts quickly and efficiently, then left the bathroom. "Mrs. Fisher, you're bleeding," Kelly gasped, her hands guiding Cynthia to the sofa with a motherly insistence. As she applied the salve, her gaze never left Cynthia's cuts. Cynthia felt a rare sense of comfort in Kelly's care, a kindness she hadn't found anywhere else in the Fisher residence. The same concern that had been there for her in her darkest moments was just as soothing now. Kelly yawned as she took care of Cynthia's cuts. Cynthia noticed and asked kindly, "Kelly, have you been sleeping well?" Kelly sighed. "I can't sleep well, with bad dreams every night. Medicine doesn't really help. I guess it's just because I'm getting older." At this, Cynthia produced a delicate vintage pocket watch from her neck. "Let me help you with that, Kelly." She led Kelly into a quiet room and made the pocket watch swing gently from her hand. "Let your gaze rest upon the watch," she whispered, her voice a caress in the stillness. "Feel the pull of sleep as it wraps around you." Kelly's eyes got heavier as she watched the watch's swing. Cynthia's voice became like a lullaby, promising a good night's sleep. "Tonight, your dreams will be quiet, and you'll sleep deeply and peacefully." Soon, Kelly was fast asleep. Cynthia put the pocket watch away, feeling good about helping Kelly. She had returned a kindness, a small act in a world where such gestures were rare. As she stole back to her room, the sight of Sheila with a vial of sleeping pills caught her eye. "What's with the pills?" Cynthia inquired of a passing servant. "It's for Mr. Fisher," the servant replied in hushed tones. "His insomnia is severe, and he hasn't slept for seven days. "The doctors of Eusburg are stumped. Without sleep, his life hangs by a thread. There's only one man who might help, Mr. Stewart, the master of hypnosis. But Mr. Fisher dislikes anyone with the surname Stewart, and thus Mr. Stewart has never been called upon." Cynthia's gaze fell to her own injuries, a mirror to the disregard she and her sister Cheryl faced at Murray's hands. She might not claim kinship with Cheryl, but she would not suffer the indignity of her sister's mistreatment. A cold laugh escaped her. "Murray, I have a surprise for you. You're about to learn why Mr. Stewart's talents are not to be taken lightly." With a plan in mind, Cynthia went to Murray's room. She leaned against the door and yawned. "Sleeping pills won't fix your problem." Murray's fury was palpable, his exhaustion clear. "Get out!" Sheila attempted to soothe the waves, her voice sharp. "Cheryl, this is no time for games. Murray is in no state for disturbance." Cynthia's focus never left Murray. "I can end your sleepless nights." Disbelief clouded Murray's face. "Cheryl, do you understand the price of your lies?" Cynthia's response was a challenge. 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No | 2024-10-23 20:10 | active | 1681 | 0 | ❤️Click to read more exciting content❤️ | Chapter 1 A Perfect Puppet The heat was suffocating, and in the murky confines of the room, Cynthia Stewart's mind swirled with confusion as she found herself entwined with a stranger. Suddenly, her shoulder was clamped in an iron grip. Before her was a man with noble bearing and sharp features, his expression a blend of restrained fury and unbridled desire, as he held her captive on the bed. "I'd rather die than fall for someone like you," Murray Fisher spat, his words dripping with contempt. As Cynthia's world threatened to go black, Murray's grip unexpectedly loosened, and a searing pain pierced her. Throughout the encounter, his demeanor never wavered—cold, detached, his eyes filled with disdain. When it was over, Murray rose from the bed, the faint light casting shadows on his sculpted back as he moved. Cynthia curled into herself, her body aching, bruised. "Who are you?" she whispered, voice trembling. "Why did you drug me?" Murray scoffed, his fingers biting into her wrist. "Drug you? You've been scheming to trap me like this for years. Thought you finally pulled it off, didn't you?" Cynthia's shock was palpable. "You think I drugged you?" Murray straightened up, his clothes disheveled as he loomed over her, radiating menace. "Cheryl Stewart, did you really think kidnapping Sheila and pulling this pathetic stunt would win me over? Be grateful she's unharmed—because if she wasn't, you'd be dead by now," he snapped. Cynthia was bewildered, lost in the chaos of his accusations. But the ache in her body reminded her she needed to call for help. Before she could reach for her phone, Murray grabbed her again, pulling her close, his face twisted with a bitter smile. "Calling the cops on your own husband? Really, Cheryl? Is that your latest game?" "Husband?" Cynthia's mind reeled. She was unmarried, yet somehow she found herself with a husband she didn't remember having. And he kept calling her Cheryl. That was her sister's name. Murray seemed oblivious to her confusion. He straightened his collar, his eyes drifting to the bloodstain on the sheets. "I'll admit, I'm shocked you were still a virgin," he said with a sneer. With a snap of his fingers, Kelly, the housekeeper, appeared, her hands trembling as she presented the contraceptives. "Mr. Fisher, this pill is potent, and Mrs. Fisher's constitution is frail," Kelly cautioned, but Murray disregarded her, taking the pill and approaching the bed. He held Cynthia's chin firmly, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp, devoid of any warmth. "She is undeserving of bearing my child," he snapped, his voice cold. Cynthia fought, but she was no match for his strength. Forced to look up, she watched in horror as he forced her to take the pill. Cynthia gasped and choked, coughing violently. "You don't love her, and you're hurting her for another woman. You're despicable, not even worth mentioning in her life," she said. Murray's brow furrowed. "What are you muttering about?" "I want a divorce." Cynthia pushed Murray away with all her might and fled the estate in a panic. At the mention of divorce, a flicker of astonishment crossed Murray's icy facade. He couldn't believe that Cheryl, who had been begging for his love just a short time ago, was now the one suggesting they dissolve their marriage. Cynthia dashed into the Stewart residence, her heart pounding in her chest. Her father, Donald Stewart, was pacing anxiously as she entered. He gripped her arms tightly, his voice a desperate whisper. "Did Murray suspect you?" His eyes were wild, his words rushed. "No one's the wiser about you and Cheryl being twins. You're doppelgangers, and even I can't tell you apart. Murray couldn't have known." It all clicked for Cynthia in that moment. Her dad, who had been gone for years, had called her in from the outskirts. She remembered a weird smell on the ride over, and then she woke up in Murray's house, right in front of the guy who had forced himself on her so brutally. "Dad, did you drug us? Did you send me to Murray intentionally? Why would you do such a thing?" Cynthia asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. Donald stood, hands clasped behind his back, his face a mask of cunning and contempt. That contempt was directed at Cynthia. "Why? For the Stewart family!" Donald declared, his voice echoing with a chilling determination. "If Cheryl hadn't vanished, I wouldn't have come to you. Everything we have is tied to the Fishers. They hold our fate in their hands. Cheryl can disappear, she can die, but Murray's wife must survive, must keep bringing benefits to the Stewart name!" A harsh reality hit Cynthia hard. Her sister had disappeared, and her own future was a big question mark. But her dad didn't care about their safety. He just wanted someone to do what the family needed, and it looked like he'd picked Cynthia for the job. Donald muttered to himself, "Cynthia, for now, you have to embody Murray's wife. Until Cheryl returns, you are her." "From the day Cheryl and I were born, you saw us as cursed. You sent me away, even told the world I didn't exist. If the Stewart family only has one daughter, then why am I involved?" Donald maintained his composure, his tone casual as he inquired, "You're aware that Mike's company is losing money hand over fist, but are you aware of the illicit activities he's been involved in behind the scenes?" Cynthia's steps faltered at the mention of Mike Xenakis, her boyfriend. "Dad, what are you implying?" Cynthia asked. She had noticed some shady transactions, but Mike had said they were investments from friends. Now she realized it was more complicated than that. Seeing her hesitate, a sly smile crept onto Donald's lips, "My dear daughter, let's strike a deal. If you play your sister's role convincingly and maintain the facade as Murray's wife, keeping the alliance between our families intact, that damning evidence will never see the light of day. You and Mike will both be safe." Cynthia remembered Mike's tender promise that once his business took off, he would marry her in a grand ceremony. She knew her refusal now would come with a price—a risk that she and Mike could end up stuck in her dad's control forever. When Cynthia looked into Donald's eyes, she felt suspicious and scared. It was like she was facing pure evil, a darkness that matched the man who had given her life. After much hesitation, Cynthia gritted her teeth and agreed to the deal. She paused to gather her thoughts, then questioned, "The Fishers rule this city, and Murray Fisher, their leader, became a billionaire by 23. He's tough, distant, and always suspicious. Do we really have a chance to fool him?" Chapter 2 Sheila's Facade Donald's voice echoed with a tinge of arrogance. "No one knows about Cheryl and Cynthia, the twin sisters. It's just our secret." His words hung in the air, but then they heard footsteps coming their way. The door opened, and there was Murray, looking as dark and stormy as a night-time ocean, leading a woman wrapped in a white fur coat. Sheila Baker hid behind Murray, shaking when she saw Cynthia. "Murray, I'm so scared," she said softly, her voice just a whisper. Murray offered a comforting touch, then turned his glacial stare onto Cynthia. "Cheryl, you've got the nerve to propose a divorce. Think about what that could cause." He loomed over Cynthia, his voice a mix of mockery and strange protectiveness for Sheila. Donald got nervous and quickly tried to fix things with Murray. "Murray, please ignore Cheryl's talk. She's just upset and not thinking straight." Sheila clung to Murray's arm, her eyes wide with a feigned innocence as she locked gazes with Cynthia. "I've always thought of Cheryl like a sister. I don't get why she dislikes me so much. Even though she had me kidnapped and tried to... harm me, I don't hold it against her." With a soft tug on Murray's sleeve, Sheila continued, "Murray, Cheryl cares so much about her pride. Please don't let her be embarrassed in public." She sounded sincere, but it was clear she was trying to make herself look like the one who had been hurt. Cynthia met Sheila's gaze with a mixture of scorn and mockery, seeing right through Sheila's tricks. "You're well aware of Murray's marriage to me, and yet you pushed yourself into our relationship. Now you're trying to play the wronged victim?" Sheila's eyes brimmed with tears, her voice trembled with each word. "It's not as it seems between Murray and me," she insisted, but her fake innocence broke down as she started to cry. Cynthia, her tone laced with biting sarcasm, pressed further. "If you think of me as your sister, then Murray should be your brother-in-law, right?" Murray's attention shifted between Cynthia's unyielding defiance and Sheila's tears. He spoke with authority. "Cheryl, apologize." Cynthia stood her ground, unshaken, as the actions were Cheryl's, not hers. "I won't apologize for what I haven't done." Donald, in his quest to appease Murray, barked at Cynthia. "Cheryl, bow and apologize to Ms. Baker." Cynthia's brow furrowed in a display of sheer defiance. "I am the legitimate wife. Why should I bow down to the intruder?" The slap from Donald was sudden and severe. "Cheryl, this is your final warning. Bow and apologize." Cynthia inhaled deeply, her spirit unbroken. "I shall never bow to the interloper!" Donald's face turned pale as he held a riding crop, watching Murray's reaction. "My word is law in the Stewart family. To go against me is to go against all of us. Will you obey, or not?" Cynthia's expression remained stoic. Pushed into this crazy situation and now being forced to the edge of embarrassment, she couldn't help but think about how tough life must have been for Cheryl. "Never!" Cynthia declared firmly, her voice resolute. The riding crop came down hard, hitting the back of Cynthia's legs over and over. Each hit left red marks, making a scary picture. Cynthia's face got pale, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat. The pain in her legs was too much, and it made her feel numb all over. She couldn't stand anymore and fell down on one knee. Murray looked at Cynthia, seeing the bad shape her legs were in and how strong her spirit was. For a short moment, he seemed unsure if he should keep going. Then, he walked away from Cynthia without showing any feelings. As Murray disappeared from view, Sheila's facade of innocence crumbled, replaced by a smirk as she leaned into Cynthia's personal space. "Cheryl, you're fighting for something that's not yours. Murray's heart belongs to me. Deep down, you know you can't beat me." Her eyes, once a picture of innocence, now shimmered with a cunning malice as she continued, "I have a little secret for you. I've been ahead of you all along. Your kidnapping scheme? I was aware, but I played along. I'm going to use it to reveal your true self to Murray." Cynthia, undeterred, clutched Sheila's necklace, drawing her close. "Seems like you've made a misstep too, haven't you?" Sheila's confusion was momentary. "What are you getting at?" A cold smile graced Cynthia's lips. "You risked it all, hoping I'd take the bait, but your real aim was to turn Murray against me." Her grip shifted to Sheila's chin, taunting, "But it didn't work out that way. Even now, Murray's not leaving or hurting me. It appears I hold a special place in his heart that you could only dream of." Sheila's face flushed with anger, but she was struck dumb. She sensed a steel in Cheryl she'd never seen before, a departure from the woman who might have once lashed out in a fit of rage. "Don't kid yourself. Murray's keeping you around to make you repent for your sins," Sheila snapped before making her dramatic exit, the click of her heels marking her departure. Donald's stern warning rang in Cynthia's ears as she left. "Stay clear of Murray and Sheila. Keep your pride in check, no matter what." Back at the Fisher residence, Cynthia sat on the couch, her brow furrowed in thought. The life of luxury she'd envisioned for Cheryl was a stark contrast to the reality. A servant interrupted her thoughts. "Mrs. Fisher, it's time." Cynthia, puzzled, inquired, "Time for what?" "To prepare Mr. Fisher's bath and dinner," the servant replied. Cynthia gestured to herself, her face etched with disbelief. "Me? Wait on that madman? After he's done with his romantic tryst? I must be out of my mind. I'm his wife, not his servant." The servant bowed. "Mrs. Fisher, these are the tasks you've always taken care of for Mr. Fisher." Cynthia rubbed her forehead as she muttered to herself, "Cheryl, what are you after, stooping to this level?" Even though they weren't close, seeing her sister treated this way left a bitter taste. "I'm done with this. Handle the bath and dinner yourself," Cynthia said, brushing off the servant with a wave of her hand. "Got it," the servant agreed, noting the change in their mistress since her return. 'Has she finally seen the light?' the servant wondered. Sheila soon appeared, draped in a white bathrobe, her tone demanding as she addressed Cynthia. "Cheryl, have you prepared the bath? I'm in the mood for a rose petal soak today." "Ms. Baker, I'll see to the bathwater—" the servant began. Cynthia cut in with a mischievous grin. "Don't worry, dear. I'll take care of it so you and your..." She paused, catching herself before the insult slipped out. "So you'll have a lovely bath to enjoy." Though she had no intention of doing so, the sight of Sheila, provocatively draped in a bathrobe, was too much for Cynthia to bear. She was determined to give this couple a 'surprise' they wouldn't forget. Chapter 3 Master Of Hypnosis Sheila's departure was marked by a smirk. "Cheryl, I'm really looking forward to that," she said, her voice a melody of feigned innocence. Cynthia's response was a smile that held the mystery of the night. "Let's see if that smile stays when the curtain falls," she remarked, her tone a whisper of things to come. The servant, ever the picture of loyalty, hesitated. "Mrs. Fisher, perhaps I should be the one to prepare it." "Absolutely not," Cynthia replied, her laughter a chilling melody. "I have a special bath to prepare for my 'beloved' husband and his playmate." The servant was puzzled, her face a blank page waiting to be filled with questions. Normally, the Mrs. Fisher she knew would be seething and grumbling about this task. But today, the woman was a different story, all bright and bubbly, like she was looking forward to something big. As the bathwater began to fill the tub, Sheila entered the bathroom, her head tilted in a pose of feigned innocence. "Cheryl, I'm accustomed to having someone attend to my every need while I bathe. You'll stay and serve me." Cynthia nodded, her compliance an unexpected twist in the tale. "As you wish, Sheila." Sheila felt a surge of victory. She spoke with the confidence of someone who thought she ruled everything, "Cheryl, if you had understood your position, things with Murray would have been easier for you. "The title of Mrs. Fisher isn't for you. Soon, I'll be the lady of this house, and that important man will be with me." With a show-off move, Sheila took off her robe and dropped her underwear at Cynthia's feet, like she was giving her a hard task. "Wash these by hand, okay?" But as Sheila stepped into the tub, her smile turned to a grimace. A sharp pain pierced her foot, and she found herself standing on shards of glass hidden in the water. "Cheryl, you did this on purpose!" Sheila's anger was a storm ready to break as she raised her hand to strike. But Cynthia was quick, grabbing Sheila's wrist with the skill of a bird catching its prey. "Sheila, whether I keep my title or not is still up in the air. But as long as I'm around, you won't get it. Don't test me. You don't know what I can do." Then, with a quick motion, Cynthia threw Sheila's underwear into the toilet, a clear sign that she was done with the challenge. Sheila seethed, ready to pounce, when a noise from outside interrupted her. Seizing the moment, she clutched Cynthia's hand and sneered, "Cheryl, I really want to know what you can do." As she spoke, Sheila staged a dramatic fall, making it look like Cynthia had shoved her. Lying on the floor, she cried out, acting like the victim. "Why, Cheryl? Why are you doing this to me?" Murray stormed into the bathroom, catching the tail end of the scene. Sheila was a picture of fragility and pain, while Cynthia stood by, unscathed. Murray's face darkened as his gaze fell on Sheila's injured foot and the tub of filth. "Cheryl, when will this end?" Cynthia just smiled at Murray. "I was figuring out her little act. Now it's clear—she's got you here to defend her." Murray's scorn was evident. "Enjoying your little prank? Why not be a part of it?" With that, he grabbed Cynthia and tossed her into the muck. Cynthia hit the tub, and the water closed over her head. The glass cut her, staining the water red, a stark contrast to the rose petals floating above. Murray was clearly surprised when he saw how risky the situation was. He thought Cynthia would cry and complain like Sheila, but Cynthia stayed quiet, with many cuts on her body. Before he could react, Cynthia had him by the collar, pulling him down into the chaos with her. Murray fell in with a splash, ending up in a heap with Cynthia. His knee ended up against her, hands gripping the tub's edge to keep from going under, and in the chaos, his lips brushed her forehead. Cynthia's clothes clung to her, revealing her curves as the water soaked through. The way they were twisted together in the tub was anything but innocent. Sheila watched from the sidelines, her eyes ablaze with jealousy. She made a big show of being upset and threw herself back, like she was knocked down by what she saw. "Sheila!" Murray's breath hitched in his throat as Sheila's body went limp. With a rough shove, he sent Cynthia sprawling, her body left to cradle the bruises in the tub. Ignoring her, he bolted from the room carrying Sheila who only had a small cut on her foot. Cynthia, calm and quiet, got out of the red water and the broken glass. She cleaned her cuts quickly and efficiently, then left the bathroom. "Mrs. Fisher, you're bleeding," Kelly gasped, her hands guiding Cynthia to the sofa with a motherly insistence. As she applied the salve, her gaze never left Cynthia's cuts. Cynthia felt a rare sense of comfort in Kelly's care, a kindness she hadn't found anywhere else in the Fisher residence. The same concern that had been there for her in her darkest moments was just as soothing now. Kelly yawned as she took care of Cynthia's cuts. Cynthia noticed and asked kindly, "Kelly, have you been sleeping well?" Kelly sighed. "I can't sleep well, with bad dreams every night. Medicine doesn't really help. I guess it's just because I'm getting older." At this, Cynthia produced a delicate vintage pocket watch from her neck. "Let me help you with that, Kelly." She led Kelly into a quiet room and made the pocket watch swing gently from her hand. "Let your gaze rest upon the watch," she whispered, her voice a caress in the stillness. "Feel the pull of sleep as it wraps around you." Kelly's eyes got heavier as she watched the watch's swing. Cynthia's voice became like a lullaby, promising a good night's sleep. "Tonight, your dreams will be quiet, and you'll sleep deeply and peacefully." Soon, Kelly was fast asleep. Cynthia put the pocket watch away, feeling good about helping Kelly. She had returned a kindness, a small act in a world where such gestures were rare. As she stole back to her room, the sight of Sheila with a vial of sleeping pills caught her eye. "What's with the pills?" Cynthia inquired of a passing servant. "It's for Mr. Fisher," the servant replied in hushed tones. "His insomnia is severe, and he hasn't slept for seven days. "The doctors of Eusburg are stumped. Without sleep, his life hangs by a thread. There's only one man who might help, Mr. Stewart, the master of hypnosis. But Mr. Fisher dislikes anyone with the surname Stewart, and thus Mr. Stewart has never been called upon." Cynthia's gaze fell to her own injuries, a mirror to the disregard she and her sister Cheryl faced at Murray's hands. She might not claim kinship with Cheryl, but she would not suffer the indignity of her sister's mistreatment. A cold laugh escaped her. "Murray, I have a surprise for you. You're about to learn why Mr. Stewart's talents are not to be taken lightly." With a plan in mind, Cynthia went to Murray's room. She leaned against the door and yawned. "Sleeping pills won't fix your problem." Murray's fury was palpable, his exhaustion clear. "Get out!" Sheila attempted to soothe the waves, her voice sharp. "Cheryl, this is no time for games. Murray is in no state for disturbance." Cynthia's focus never left Murray. "I can end your sleepless nights." Disbelief clouded Murray's face. "Cheryl, do you understand the price of your lies?" Cynthia's response was a challenge. 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Yes | 2024-10-23 20:10 | active | 1681 | 0 | ❤️Click to read more exciting content❤️ | Chapter 1 A Perfect Puppet The heat was suffocating, and in the murky confines of the room, Cynthia Stewart's mind swirled with confusion as she found herself entwined with a stranger. Suddenly, her shoulder was clamped in an iron grip. Before her was a man with noble bearing and sharp features, his expression a blend of restrained fury and unbridled desire, as he held her captive on the bed. "I'd rather die than fall for someone like you," Murray Fisher spat, his words dripping with contempt. As Cynthia's world threatened to go black, Murray's grip unexpectedly loosened, and a searing pain pierced her. Throughout the encounter, his demeanor never wavered—cold, detached, his eyes filled with disdain. When it was over, Murray rose from the bed, the faint light casting shadows on his sculpted back as he moved. Cynthia curled into herself, her body aching, bruised. "Who are you?" she whispered, voice trembling. "Why did you drug me?" Murray scoffed, his fingers biting into her wrist. "Drug you? You've been scheming to trap me like this for years. Thought you finally pulled it off, didn't you?" Cynthia's shock was palpable. "You think I drugged you?" Murray straightened up, his clothes disheveled as he loomed over her, radiating menace. "Cheryl Stewart, did you really think kidnapping Sheila and pulling this pathetic stunt would win me over? Be grateful she's unharmed—because if she wasn't, you'd be dead by now," he snapped. Cynthia was bewildered, lost in the chaos of his accusations. But the ache in her body reminded her she needed to call for help. Before she could reach for her phone, Murray grabbed her again, pulling her close, his face twisted with a bitter smile. "Calling the cops on your own husband? Really, Cheryl? Is that your latest game?" "Husband?" Cynthia's mind reeled. She was unmarried, yet somehow she found herself with a husband she didn't remember having. And he kept calling her Cheryl. That was her sister's name. Murray seemed oblivious to her confusion. He straightened his collar, his eyes drifting to the bloodstain on the sheets. "I'll admit, I'm shocked you were still a virgin," he said with a sneer. With a snap of his fingers, Kelly, the housekeeper, appeared, her hands trembling as she presented the contraceptives. "Mr. Fisher, this pill is potent, and Mrs. Fisher's constitution is frail," Kelly cautioned, but Murray disregarded her, taking the pill and approaching the bed. He held Cynthia's chin firmly, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp, devoid of any warmth. "She is undeserving of bearing my child," he snapped, his voice cold. Cynthia fought, but she was no match for his strength. Forced to look up, she watched in horror as he forced her to take the pill. Cynthia gasped and choked, coughing violently. "You don't love her, and you're hurting her for another woman. You're despicable, not even worth mentioning in her life," she said. Murray's brow furrowed. "What are you muttering about?" "I want a divorce." Cynthia pushed Murray away with all her might and fled the estate in a panic. At the mention of divorce, a flicker of astonishment crossed Murray's icy facade. He couldn't believe that Cheryl, who had been begging for his love just a short time ago, was now the one suggesting they dissolve their marriage. Cynthia dashed into the Stewart residence, her heart pounding in her chest. Her father, Donald Stewart, was pacing anxiously as she entered. He gripped her arms tightly, his voice a desperate whisper. "Did Murray suspect you?" His eyes were wild, his words rushed. "No one's the wiser about you and Cheryl being twins. You're doppelgangers, and even I can't tell you apart. Murray couldn't have known." It all clicked for Cynthia in that moment. Her dad, who had been gone for years, had called her in from the outskirts. She remembered a weird smell on the ride over, and then she woke up in Murray's house, right in front of the guy who had forced himself on her so brutally. "Dad, did you drug us? Did you send me to Murray intentionally? Why would you do such a thing?" Cynthia asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. Donald stood, hands clasped behind his back, his face a mask of cunning and contempt. That contempt was directed at Cynthia. "Why? For the Stewart family!" Donald declared, his voice echoing with a chilling determination. "If Cheryl hadn't vanished, I wouldn't have come to you. Everything we have is tied to the Fishers. They hold our fate in their hands. Cheryl can disappear, she can die, but Murray's wife must survive, must keep bringing benefits to the Stewart name!" A harsh reality hit Cynthia hard. Her sister had disappeared, and her own future was a big question mark. But her dad didn't care about their safety. He just wanted someone to do what the family needed, and it looked like he'd picked Cynthia for the job. Donald muttered to himself, "Cynthia, for now, you have to embody Murray's wife. Until Cheryl returns, you are her." "From the day Cheryl and I were born, you saw us as cursed. You sent me away, even told the world I didn't exist. If the Stewart family only has one daughter, then why am I involved?" Donald maintained his composure, his tone casual as he inquired, "You're aware that Mike's company is losing money hand over fist, but are you aware of the illicit activities he's been involved in behind the scenes?" Cynthia's steps faltered at the mention of Mike Xenakis, her boyfriend. "Dad, what are you implying?" Cynthia asked. She had noticed some shady transactions, but Mike had said they were investments from friends. Now she realized it was more complicated than that. Seeing her hesitate, a sly smile crept onto Donald's lips, "My dear daughter, let's strike a deal. If you play your sister's role convincingly and maintain the facade as Murray's wife, keeping the alliance between our families intact, that damning evidence will never see the light of day. You and Mike will both be safe." Cynthia remembered Mike's tender promise that once his business took off, he would marry her in a grand ceremony. She knew her refusal now would come with a price—a risk that she and Mike could end up stuck in her dad's control forever. When Cynthia looked into Donald's eyes, she felt suspicious and scared. It was like she was facing pure evil, a darkness that matched the man who had given her life. After much hesitation, Cynthia gritted her teeth and agreed to the deal. She paused to gather her thoughts, then questioned, "The Fishers rule this city, and Murray Fisher, their leader, became a billionaire by 23. He's tough, distant, and always suspicious. Do we really have a chance to fool him?" Chapter 2 Sheila's Facade Donald's voice echoed with a tinge of arrogance. "No one knows about Cheryl and Cynthia, the twin sisters. It's just our secret." His words hung in the air, but then they heard footsteps coming their way. The door opened, and there was Murray, looking as dark and stormy as a night-time ocean, leading a woman wrapped in a white fur coat. Sheila Baker hid behind Murray, shaking when she saw Cynthia. "Murray, I'm so scared," she said softly, her voice just a whisper. Murray offered a comforting touch, then turned his glacial stare onto Cynthia. "Cheryl, you've got the nerve to propose a divorce. Think about what that could cause." He loomed over Cynthia, his voice a mix of mockery and strange protectiveness for Sheila. Donald got nervous and quickly tried to fix things with Murray. "Murray, please ignore Cheryl's talk. She's just upset and not thinking straight." Sheila clung to Murray's arm, her eyes wide with a feigned innocence as she locked gazes with Cynthia. "I've always thought of Cheryl like a sister. I don't get why she dislikes me so much. Even though she had me kidnapped and tried to... harm me, I don't hold it against her." With a soft tug on Murray's sleeve, Sheila continued, "Murray, Cheryl cares so much about her pride. Please don't let her be embarrassed in public." She sounded sincere, but it was clear she was trying to make herself look like the one who had been hurt. Cynthia met Sheila's gaze with a mixture of scorn and mockery, seeing right through Sheila's tricks. "You're well aware of Murray's marriage to me, and yet you pushed yourself into our relationship. Now you're trying to play the wronged victim?" Sheila's eyes brimmed with tears, her voice trembled with each word. "It's not as it seems between Murray and me," she insisted, but her fake innocence broke down as she started to cry. Cynthia, her tone laced with biting sarcasm, pressed further. "If you think of me as your sister, then Murray should be your brother-in-law, right?" Murray's attention shifted between Cynthia's unyielding defiance and Sheila's tears. He spoke with authority. "Cheryl, apologize." Cynthia stood her ground, unshaken, as the actions were Cheryl's, not hers. "I won't apologize for what I haven't done." Donald, in his quest to appease Murray, barked at Cynthia. "Cheryl, bow and apologize to Ms. Baker." Cynthia's brow furrowed in a display of sheer defiance. "I am the legitimate wife. Why should I bow down to the intruder?" The slap from Donald was sudden and severe. "Cheryl, this is your final warning. Bow and apologize." Cynthia inhaled deeply, her spirit unbroken. "I shall never bow to the interloper!" Donald's face turned pale as he held a riding crop, watching Murray's reaction. "My word is law in the Stewart family. To go against me is to go against all of us. Will you obey, or not?" Cynthia's expression remained stoic. Pushed into this crazy situation and now being forced to the edge of embarrassment, she couldn't help but think about how tough life must have been for Cheryl. "Never!" Cynthia declared firmly, her voice resolute. The riding crop came down hard, hitting the back of Cynthia's legs over and over. Each hit left red marks, making a scary picture. Cynthia's face got pale, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat. The pain in her legs was too much, and it made her feel numb all over. She couldn't stand anymore and fell down on one knee. Murray looked at Cynthia, seeing the bad shape her legs were in and how strong her spirit was. For a short moment, he seemed unsure if he should keep going. Then, he walked away from Cynthia without showing any feelings. As Murray disappeared from view, Sheila's facade of innocence crumbled, replaced by a smirk as she leaned into Cynthia's personal space. "Cheryl, you're fighting for something that's not yours. Murray's heart belongs to me. Deep down, you know you can't beat me." Her eyes, once a picture of innocence, now shimmered with a cunning malice as she continued, "I have a little secret for you. I've been ahead of you all along. Your kidnapping scheme? I was aware, but I played along. I'm going to use it to reveal your true self to Murray." Cynthia, undeterred, clutched Sheila's necklace, drawing her close. "Seems like you've made a misstep too, haven't you?" Sheila's confusion was momentary. "What are you getting at?" A cold smile graced Cynthia's lips. "You risked it all, hoping I'd take the bait, but your real aim was to turn Murray against me." Her grip shifted to Sheila's chin, taunting, "But it didn't work out that way. Even now, Murray's not leaving or hurting me. It appears I hold a special place in his heart that you could only dream of." Sheila's face flushed with anger, but she was struck dumb. She sensed a steel in Cheryl she'd never seen before, a departure from the woman who might have once lashed out in a fit of rage. "Don't kid yourself. Murray's keeping you around to make you repent for your sins," Sheila snapped before making her dramatic exit, the click of her heels marking her departure. Donald's stern warning rang in Cynthia's ears as she left. "Stay clear of Murray and Sheila. Keep your pride in check, no matter what." Back at the Fisher residence, Cynthia sat on the couch, her brow furrowed in thought. The life of luxury she'd envisioned for Cheryl was a stark contrast to the reality. A servant interrupted her thoughts. "Mrs. Fisher, it's time." Cynthia, puzzled, inquired, "Time for what?" "To prepare Mr. Fisher's bath and dinner," the servant replied. Cynthia gestured to herself, her face etched with disbelief. "Me? Wait on that madman? After he's done with his romantic tryst? I must be out of my mind. I'm his wife, not his servant." The servant bowed. "Mrs. Fisher, these are the tasks you've always taken care of for Mr. Fisher." Cynthia rubbed her forehead as she muttered to herself, "Cheryl, what are you after, stooping to this level?" Even though they weren't close, seeing her sister treated this way left a bitter taste. "I'm done with this. Handle the bath and dinner yourself," Cynthia said, brushing off the servant with a wave of her hand. "Got it," the servant agreed, noting the change in their mistress since her return. 'Has she finally seen the light?' the servant wondered. Sheila soon appeared, draped in a white bathrobe, her tone demanding as she addressed Cynthia. "Cheryl, have you prepared the bath? I'm in the mood for a rose petal soak today." "Ms. Baker, I'll see to the bathwater—" the servant began. Cynthia cut in with a mischievous grin. "Don't worry, dear. I'll take care of it so you and your..." She paused, catching herself before the insult slipped out. "So you'll have a lovely bath to enjoy." Though she had no intention of doing so, the sight of Sheila, provocatively draped in a bathrobe, was too much for Cynthia to bear. She was determined to give this couple a 'surprise' they wouldn't forget. Chapter 3 Master Of Hypnosis Sheila's departure was marked by a smirk. "Cheryl, I'm really looking forward to that," she said, her voice a melody of feigned innocence. Cynthia's response was a smile that held the mystery of the night. "Let's see if that smile stays when the curtain falls," she remarked, her tone a whisper of things to come. The servant, ever the picture of loyalty, hesitated. "Mrs. Fisher, perhaps I should be the one to prepare it." "Absolutely not," Cynthia replied, her laughter a chilling melody. "I have a special bath to prepare for my 'beloved' husband and his playmate." The servant was puzzled, her face a blank page waiting to be filled with questions. Normally, the Mrs. Fisher she knew would be seething and grumbling about this task. But today, the woman was a different story, all bright and bubbly, like she was looking forward to something big. As the bathwater began to fill the tub, Sheila entered the bathroom, her head tilted in a pose of feigned innocence. "Cheryl, I'm accustomed to having someone attend to my every need while I bathe. You'll stay and serve me." Cynthia nodded, her compliance an unexpected twist in the tale. "As you wish, Sheila." Sheila felt a surge of victory. She spoke with the confidence of someone who thought she ruled everything, "Cheryl, if you had understood your position, things with Murray would have been easier for you. "The title of Mrs. Fisher isn't for you. Soon, I'll be the lady of this house, and that important man will be with me." With a show-off move, Sheila took off her robe and dropped her underwear at Cynthia's feet, like she was giving her a hard task. "Wash these by hand, okay?" But as Sheila stepped into the tub, her smile turned to a grimace. A sharp pain pierced her foot, and she found herself standing on shards of glass hidden in the water. "Cheryl, you did this on purpose!" Sheila's anger was a storm ready to break as she raised her hand to strike. But Cynthia was quick, grabbing Sheila's wrist with the skill of a bird catching its prey. "Sheila, whether I keep my title or not is still up in the air. But as long as I'm around, you won't get it. Don't test me. You don't know what I can do." Then, with a quick motion, Cynthia threw Sheila's underwear into the toilet, a clear sign that she was done with the challenge. Sheila seethed, ready to pounce, when a noise from outside interrupted her. Seizing the moment, she clutched Cynthia's hand and sneered, "Cheryl, I really want to know what you can do." As she spoke, Sheila staged a dramatic fall, making it look like Cynthia had shoved her. Lying on the floor, she cried out, acting like the victim. "Why, Cheryl? Why are you doing this to me?" Murray stormed into the bathroom, catching the tail end of the scene. Sheila was a picture of fragility and pain, while Cynthia stood by, unscathed. Murray's face darkened as his gaze fell on Sheila's injured foot and the tub of filth. "Cheryl, when will this end?" Cynthia just smiled at Murray. "I was figuring out her little act. Now it's clear—she's got you here to defend her." Murray's scorn was evident. "Enjoying your little prank? Why not be a part of it?" With that, he grabbed Cynthia and tossed her into the muck. Cynthia hit the tub, and the water closed over her head. The glass cut her, staining the water red, a stark contrast to the rose petals floating above. Murray was clearly surprised when he saw how risky the situation was. He thought Cynthia would cry and complain like Sheila, but Cynthia stayed quiet, with many cuts on her body. Before he could react, Cynthia had him by the collar, pulling him down into the chaos with her. Murray fell in with a splash, ending up in a heap with Cynthia. His knee ended up against her, hands gripping the tub's edge to keep from going under, and in the chaos, his lips brushed her forehead. Cynthia's clothes clung to her, revealing her curves as the water soaked through. The way they were twisted together in the tub was anything but innocent. Sheila watched from the sidelines, her eyes ablaze with jealousy. She made a big show of being upset and threw herself back, like she was knocked down by what she saw. "Sheila!" Murray's breath hitched in his throat as Sheila's body went limp. With a rough shove, he sent Cynthia sprawling, her body left to cradle the bruises in the tub. Ignoring her, he bolted from the room carrying Sheila who only had a small cut on her foot. Cynthia, calm and quiet, got out of the red water and the broken glass. She cleaned her cuts quickly and efficiently, then left the bathroom. "Mrs. Fisher, you're bleeding," Kelly gasped, her hands guiding Cynthia to the sofa with a motherly insistence. As she applied the salve, her gaze never left Cynthia's cuts. Cynthia felt a rare sense of comfort in Kelly's care, a kindness she hadn't found anywhere else in the Fisher residence. The same concern that had been there for her in her darkest moments was just as soothing now. Kelly yawned as she took care of Cynthia's cuts. Cynthia noticed and asked kindly, "Kelly, have you been sleeping well?" Kelly sighed. "I can't sleep well, with bad dreams every night. Medicine doesn't really help. I guess it's just because I'm getting older." At this, Cynthia produced a delicate vintage pocket watch from her neck. "Let me help you with that, Kelly." She led Kelly into a quiet room and made the pocket watch swing gently from her hand. "Let your gaze rest upon the watch," she whispered, her voice a caress in the stillness. "Feel the pull of sleep as it wraps around you." Kelly's eyes got heavier as she watched the watch's swing. Cynthia's voice became like a lullaby, promising a good night's sleep. "Tonight, your dreams will be quiet, and you'll sleep deeply and peacefully." Soon, Kelly was fast asleep. Cynthia put the pocket watch away, feeling good about helping Kelly. She had returned a kindness, a small act in a world where such gestures were rare. As she stole back to her room, the sight of Sheila with a vial of sleeping pills caught her eye. "What's with the pills?" Cynthia inquired of a passing servant. "It's for Mr. Fisher," the servant replied in hushed tones. "His insomnia is severe, and he hasn't slept for seven days. "The doctors of Eusburg are stumped. Without sleep, his life hangs by a thread. There's only one man who might help, Mr. Stewart, the master of hypnosis. But Mr. Fisher dislikes anyone with the surname Stewart, and thus Mr. Stewart has never been called upon." Cynthia's gaze fell to her own injuries, a mirror to the disregard she and her sister Cheryl faced at Murray's hands. She might not claim kinship with Cheryl, but she would not suffer the indignity of her sister's mistreatment. A cold laugh escaped her. "Murray, I have a surprise for you. You're about to learn why Mr. Stewart's talents are not to be taken lightly." With a plan in mind, Cynthia went to Murray's room. She leaned against the door and yawned. "Sleeping pills won't fix your problem." Murray's fury was palpable, his exhaustion clear. "Get out!" Sheila attempted to soothe the waves, her voice sharp. "Cheryl, this is no time for games. Murray is in no state for disturbance." Cynthia's focus never left Murray. "I can end your sleepless nights." Disbelief clouded Murray's face. "Cheryl, do you understand the price of your lies?" Cynthia's response was a challenge. 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Yes | 2024-10-23 20:10 | active | 1681 | 0 | ❤️Click to read more exciting content❤️ | Chapter 1 A Perfect Puppet The heat was suffocating, and in the murky confines of the room, Cynthia Stewart's mind swirled with confusion as she found herself entwined with a stranger. Suddenly, her shoulder was clamped in an iron grip. Before her was a man with noble bearing and sharp features, his expression a blend of restrained fury and unbridled desire, as he held her captive on the bed. "I'd rather die than fall for someone like you," Murray Fisher spat, his words dripping with contempt. As Cynthia's world threatened to go black, Murray's grip unexpectedly loosened, and a searing pain pierced her. Throughout the encounter, his demeanor never wavered—cold, detached, his eyes filled with disdain. When it was over, Murray rose from the bed, the faint light casting shadows on his sculpted back as he moved. Cynthia curled into herself, her body aching, bruised. "Who are you?" she whispered, voice trembling. "Why did you drug me?" Murray scoffed, his fingers biting into her wrist. "Drug you? You've been scheming to trap me like this for years. Thought you finally pulled it off, didn't you?" Cynthia's shock was palpable. "You think I drugged you?" Murray straightened up, his clothes disheveled as he loomed over her, radiating menace. "Cheryl Stewart, did you really think kidnapping Sheila and pulling this pathetic stunt would win me over? Be grateful she's unharmed—because if she wasn't, you'd be dead by now," he snapped. Cynthia was bewildered, lost in the chaos of his accusations. But the ache in her body reminded her she needed to call for help. Before she could reach for her phone, Murray grabbed her again, pulling her close, his face twisted with a bitter smile. "Calling the cops on your own husband? Really, Cheryl? Is that your latest game?" "Husband?" Cynthia's mind reeled. She was unmarried, yet somehow she found herself with a husband she didn't remember having. And he kept calling her Cheryl. That was her sister's name. Murray seemed oblivious to her confusion. He straightened his collar, his eyes drifting to the bloodstain on the sheets. "I'll admit, I'm shocked you were still a virgin," he said with a sneer. With a snap of his fingers, Kelly, the housekeeper, appeared, her hands trembling as she presented the contraceptives. "Mr. Fisher, this pill is potent, and Mrs. Fisher's constitution is frail," Kelly cautioned, but Murray disregarded her, taking the pill and approaching the bed. He held Cynthia's chin firmly, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp, devoid of any warmth. "She is undeserving of bearing my child," he snapped, his voice cold. Cynthia fought, but she was no match for his strength. Forced to look up, she watched in horror as he forced her to take the pill. Cynthia gasped and choked, coughing violently. "You don't love her, and you're hurting her for another woman. You're despicable, not even worth mentioning in her life," she said. Murray's brow furrowed. "What are you muttering about?" "I want a divorce." Cynthia pushed Murray away with all her might and fled the estate in a panic. At the mention of divorce, a flicker of astonishment crossed Murray's icy facade. He couldn't believe that Cheryl, who had been begging for his love just a short time ago, was now the one suggesting they dissolve their marriage. Cynthia dashed into the Stewart residence, her heart pounding in her chest. Her father, Donald Stewart, was pacing anxiously as she entered. He gripped her arms tightly, his voice a desperate whisper. "Did Murray suspect you?" His eyes were wild, his words rushed. "No one's the wiser about you and Cheryl being twins. You're doppelgangers, and even I can't tell you apart. Murray couldn't have known." It all clicked for Cynthia in that moment. Her dad, who had been gone for years, had called her in from the outskirts. She remembered a weird smell on the ride over, and then she woke up in Murray's house, right in front of the guy who had forced himself on her so brutally. "Dad, did you drug us? Did you send me to Murray intentionally? Why would you do such a thing?" Cynthia asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. Donald stood, hands clasped behind his back, his face a mask of cunning and contempt. That contempt was directed at Cynthia. "Why? For the Stewart family!" Donald declared, his voice echoing with a chilling determination. "If Cheryl hadn't vanished, I wouldn't have come to you. Everything we have is tied to the Fishers. They hold our fate in their hands. Cheryl can disappear, she can die, but Murray's wife must survive, must keep bringing benefits to the Stewart name!" A harsh reality hit Cynthia hard. Her sister had disappeared, and her own future was a big question mark. But her dad didn't care about their safety. He just wanted someone to do what the family needed, and it looked like he'd picked Cynthia for the job. Donald muttered to himself, "Cynthia, for now, you have to embody Murray's wife. Until Cheryl returns, you are her." "From the day Cheryl and I were born, you saw us as cursed. You sent me away, even told the world I didn't exist. If the Stewart family only has one daughter, then why am I involved?" Donald maintained his composure, his tone casual as he inquired, "You're aware that Mike's company is losing money hand over fist, but are you aware of the illicit activities he's been involved in behind the scenes?" Cynthia's steps faltered at the mention of Mike Xenakis, her boyfriend. "Dad, what are you implying?" Cynthia asked. She had noticed some shady transactions, but Mike had said they were investments from friends. Now she realized it was more complicated than that. Seeing her hesitate, a sly smile crept onto Donald's lips, "My dear daughter, let's strike a deal. If you play your sister's role convincingly and maintain the facade as Murray's wife, keeping the alliance between our families intact, that damning evidence will never see the light of day. You and Mike will both be safe." Cynthia remembered Mike's tender promise that once his business took off, he would marry her in a grand ceremony. She knew her refusal now would come with a price—a risk that she and Mike could end up stuck in her dad's control forever. When Cynthia looked into Donald's eyes, she felt suspicious and scared. It was like she was facing pure evil, a darkness that matched the man who had given her life. After much hesitation, Cynthia gritted her teeth and agreed to the deal. She paused to gather her thoughts, then questioned, "The Fishers rule this city, and Murray Fisher, their leader, became a billionaire by 23. He's tough, distant, and always suspicious. Do we really have a chance to fool him?" Chapter 2 Sheila's Facade Donald's voice echoed with a tinge of arrogance. "No one knows about Cheryl and Cynthia, the twin sisters. It's just our secret." His words hung in the air, but then they heard footsteps coming their way. The door opened, and there was Murray, looking as dark and stormy as a night-time ocean, leading a woman wrapped in a white fur coat. Sheila Baker hid behind Murray, shaking when she saw Cynthia. "Murray, I'm so scared," she said softly, her voice just a whisper. Murray offered a comforting touch, then turned his glacial stare onto Cynthia. "Cheryl, you've got the nerve to propose a divorce. Think about what that could cause." He loomed over Cynthia, his voice a mix of mockery and strange protectiveness for Sheila. Donald got nervous and quickly tried to fix things with Murray. "Murray, please ignore Cheryl's talk. She's just upset and not thinking straight." Sheila clung to Murray's arm, her eyes wide with a feigned innocence as she locked gazes with Cynthia. "I've always thought of Cheryl like a sister. I don't get why she dislikes me so much. Even though she had me kidnapped and tried to... harm me, I don't hold it against her." With a soft tug on Murray's sleeve, Sheila continued, "Murray, Cheryl cares so much about her pride. Please don't let her be embarrassed in public." She sounded sincere, but it was clear she was trying to make herself look like the one who had been hurt. Cynthia met Sheila's gaze with a mixture of scorn and mockery, seeing right through Sheila's tricks. "You're well aware of Murray's marriage to me, and yet you pushed yourself into our relationship. Now you're trying to play the wronged victim?" Sheila's eyes brimmed with tears, her voice trembled with each word. "It's not as it seems between Murray and me," she insisted, but her fake innocence broke down as she started to cry. Cynthia, her tone laced with biting sarcasm, pressed further. "If you think of me as your sister, then Murray should be your brother-in-law, right?" Murray's attention shifted between Cynthia's unyielding defiance and Sheila's tears. He spoke with authority. "Cheryl, apologize." Cynthia stood her ground, unshaken, as the actions were Cheryl's, not hers. "I won't apologize for what I haven't done." Donald, in his quest to appease Murray, barked at Cynthia. "Cheryl, bow and apologize to Ms. Baker." Cynthia's brow furrowed in a display of sheer defiance. "I am the legitimate wife. Why should I bow down to the intruder?" The slap from Donald was sudden and severe. "Cheryl, this is your final warning. Bow and apologize." Cynthia inhaled deeply, her spirit unbroken. "I shall never bow to the interloper!" Donald's face turned pale as he held a riding crop, watching Murray's reaction. "My word is law in the Stewart family. To go against me is to go against all of us. Will you obey, or not?" Cynthia's expression remained stoic. Pushed into this crazy situation and now being forced to the edge of embarrassment, she couldn't help but think about how tough life must have been for Cheryl. "Never!" Cynthia declared firmly, her voice resolute. The riding crop came down hard, hitting the back of Cynthia's legs over and over. Each hit left red marks, making a scary picture. Cynthia's face got pale, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat. The pain in her legs was too much, and it made her feel numb all over. She couldn't stand anymore and fell down on one knee. Murray looked at Cynthia, seeing the bad shape her legs were in and how strong her spirit was. For a short moment, he seemed unsure if he should keep going. Then, he walked away from Cynthia without showing any feelings. As Murray disappeared from view, Sheila's facade of innocence crumbled, replaced by a smirk as she leaned into Cynthia's personal space. "Cheryl, you're fighting for something that's not yours. Murray's heart belongs to me. Deep down, you know you can't beat me." Her eyes, once a picture of innocence, now shimmered with a cunning malice as she continued, "I have a little secret for you. I've been ahead of you all along. Your kidnapping scheme? I was aware, but I played along. I'm going to use it to reveal your true self to Murray." Cynthia, undeterred, clutched Sheila's necklace, drawing her close. "Seems like you've made a misstep too, haven't you?" Sheila's confusion was momentary. "What are you getting at?" A cold smile graced Cynthia's lips. "You risked it all, hoping I'd take the bait, but your real aim was to turn Murray against me." Her grip shifted to Sheila's chin, taunting, "But it didn't work out that way. Even now, Murray's not leaving or hurting me. It appears I hold a special place in his heart that you could only dream of." Sheila's face flushed with anger, but she was struck dumb. She sensed a steel in Cheryl she'd never seen before, a departure from the woman who might have once lashed out in a fit of rage. "Don't kid yourself. Murray's keeping you around to make you repent for your sins," Sheila snapped before making her dramatic exit, the click of her heels marking her departure. Donald's stern warning rang in Cynthia's ears as she left. "Stay clear of Murray and Sheila. Keep your pride in check, no matter what." Back at the Fisher residence, Cynthia sat on the couch, her brow furrowed in thought. The life of luxury she'd envisioned for Cheryl was a stark contrast to the reality. A servant interrupted her thoughts. "Mrs. Fisher, it's time." Cynthia, puzzled, inquired, "Time for what?" "To prepare Mr. Fisher's bath and dinner," the servant replied. Cynthia gestured to herself, her face etched with disbelief. "Me? Wait on that madman? After he's done with his romantic tryst? I must be out of my mind. I'm his wife, not his servant." The servant bowed. "Mrs. Fisher, these are the tasks you've always taken care of for Mr. Fisher." Cynthia rubbed her forehead as she muttered to herself, "Cheryl, what are you after, stooping to this level?" Even though they weren't close, seeing her sister treated this way left a bitter taste. "I'm done with this. Handle the bath and dinner yourself," Cynthia said, brushing off the servant with a wave of her hand. "Got it," the servant agreed, noting the change in their mistress since her return. 'Has she finally seen the light?' the servant wondered. Sheila soon appeared, draped in a white bathrobe, her tone demanding as she addressed Cynthia. "Cheryl, have you prepared the bath? I'm in the mood for a rose petal soak today." "Ms. Baker, I'll see to the bathwater—" the servant began. Cynthia cut in with a mischievous grin. "Don't worry, dear. I'll take care of it so you and your..." She paused, catching herself before the insult slipped out. "So you'll have a lovely bath to enjoy." Though she had no intention of doing so, the sight of Sheila, provocatively draped in a bathrobe, was too much for Cynthia to bear. She was determined to give this couple a 'surprise' they wouldn't forget. Chapter 3 Master Of Hypnosis Sheila's departure was marked by a smirk. "Cheryl, I'm really looking forward to that," she said, her voice a melody of feigned innocence. Cynthia's response was a smile that held the mystery of the night. "Let's see if that smile stays when the curtain falls," she remarked, her tone a whisper of things to come. The servant, ever the picture of loyalty, hesitated. "Mrs. Fisher, perhaps I should be the one to prepare it." "Absolutely not," Cynthia replied, her laughter a chilling melody. "I have a special bath to prepare for my 'beloved' husband and his playmate." The servant was puzzled, her face a blank page waiting to be filled with questions. Normally, the Mrs. Fisher she knew would be seething and grumbling about this task. But today, the woman was a different story, all bright and bubbly, like she was looking forward to something big. As the bathwater began to fill the tub, Sheila entered the bathroom, her head tilted in a pose of feigned innocence. "Cheryl, I'm accustomed to having someone attend to my every need while I bathe. You'll stay and serve me." Cynthia nodded, her compliance an unexpected twist in the tale. "As you wish, Sheila." Sheila felt a surge of victory. She spoke with the confidence of someone who thought she ruled everything, "Cheryl, if you had understood your position, things with Murray would have been easier for you. "The title of Mrs. Fisher isn't for you. Soon, I'll be the lady of this house, and that important man will be with me." With a show-off move, Sheila took off her robe and dropped her underwear at Cynthia's feet, like she was giving her a hard task. "Wash these by hand, okay?" But as Sheila stepped into the tub, her smile turned to a grimace. A sharp pain pierced her foot, and she found herself standing on shards of glass hidden in the water. "Cheryl, you did this on purpose!" Sheila's anger was a storm ready to break as she raised her hand to strike. But Cynthia was quick, grabbing Sheila's wrist with the skill of a bird catching its prey. "Sheila, whether I keep my title or not is still up in the air. But as long as I'm around, you won't get it. Don't test me. You don't know what I can do." Then, with a quick motion, Cynthia threw Sheila's underwear into the toilet, a clear sign that she was done with the challenge. Sheila seethed, ready to pounce, when a noise from outside interrupted her. Seizing the moment, she clutched Cynthia's hand and sneered, "Cheryl, I really want to know what you can do." As she spoke, Sheila staged a dramatic fall, making it look like Cynthia had shoved her. Lying on the floor, she cried out, acting like the victim. "Why, Cheryl? Why are you doing this to me?" Murray stormed into the bathroom, catching the tail end of the scene. Sheila was a picture of fragility and pain, while Cynthia stood by, unscathed. Murray's face darkened as his gaze fell on Sheila's injured foot and the tub of filth. "Cheryl, when will this end?" Cynthia just smiled at Murray. "I was figuring out her little act. Now it's clear—she's got you here to defend her." Murray's scorn was evident. "Enjoying your little prank? Why not be a part of it?" With that, he grabbed Cynthia and tossed her into the muck. Cynthia hit the tub, and the water closed over her head. The glass cut her, staining the water red, a stark contrast to the rose petals floating above. Murray was clearly surprised when he saw how risky the situation was. He thought Cynthia would cry and complain like Sheila, but Cynthia stayed quiet, with many cuts on her body. Before he could react, Cynthia had him by the collar, pulling him down into the chaos with her. Murray fell in with a splash, ending up in a heap with Cynthia. His knee ended up against her, hands gripping the tub's edge to keep from going under, and in the chaos, his lips brushed her forehead. Cynthia's clothes clung to her, revealing her curves as the water soaked through. The way they were twisted together in the tub was anything but innocent. Sheila watched from the sidelines, her eyes ablaze with jealousy. She made a big show of being upset and threw herself back, like she was knocked down by what she saw. "Sheila!" Murray's breath hitched in his throat as Sheila's body went limp. With a rough shove, he sent Cynthia sprawling, her body left to cradle the bruises in the tub. Ignoring her, he bolted from the room carrying Sheila who only had a small cut on her foot. Cynthia, calm and quiet, got out of the red water and the broken glass. She cleaned her cuts quickly and efficiently, then left the bathroom. "Mrs. Fisher, you're bleeding," Kelly gasped, her hands guiding Cynthia to the sofa with a motherly insistence. As she applied the salve, her gaze never left Cynthia's cuts. Cynthia felt a rare sense of comfort in Kelly's care, a kindness she hadn't found anywhere else in the Fisher residence. The same concern that had been there for her in her darkest moments was just as soothing now. Kelly yawned as she took care of Cynthia's cuts. Cynthia noticed and asked kindly, "Kelly, have you been sleeping well?" Kelly sighed. "I can't sleep well, with bad dreams every night. Medicine doesn't really help. I guess it's just because I'm getting older." At this, Cynthia produced a delicate vintage pocket watch from her neck. "Let me help you with that, Kelly." She led Kelly into a quiet room and made the pocket watch swing gently from her hand. "Let your gaze rest upon the watch," she whispered, her voice a caress in the stillness. "Feel the pull of sleep as it wraps around you." Kelly's eyes got heavier as she watched the watch's swing. Cynthia's voice became like a lullaby, promising a good night's sleep. "Tonight, your dreams will be quiet, and you'll sleep deeply and peacefully." Soon, Kelly was fast asleep. Cynthia put the pocket watch away, feeling good about helping Kelly. She had returned a kindness, a small act in a world where such gestures were rare. As she stole back to her room, the sight of Sheila with a vial of sleeping pills caught her eye. "What's with the pills?" Cynthia inquired of a passing servant. "It's for Mr. Fisher," the servant replied in hushed tones. "His insomnia is severe, and he hasn't slept for seven days. "The doctors of Eusburg are stumped. Without sleep, his life hangs by a thread. There's only one man who might help, Mr. Stewart, the master of hypnosis. But Mr. Fisher dislikes anyone with the surname Stewart, and thus Mr. Stewart has never been called upon." Cynthia's gaze fell to her own injuries, a mirror to the disregard she and her sister Cheryl faced at Murray's hands. She might not claim kinship with Cheryl, but she would not suffer the indignity of her sister's mistreatment. A cold laugh escaped her. "Murray, I have a surprise for you. You're about to learn why Mr. Stewart's talents are not to be taken lightly." With a plan in mind, Cynthia went to Murray's room. She leaned against the door and yawned. "Sleeping pills won't fix your problem." Murray's fury was palpable, his exhaustion clear. "Get out!" Sheila attempted to soothe the waves, her voice sharp. "Cheryl, this is no time for games. Murray is in no state for disturbance." Cynthia's focus never left Murray. "I can end your sleepless nights." Disbelief clouded Murray's face. "Cheryl, do you understand the price of your lies?" Cynthia's response was a challenge. 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Yes | 2024-10-23 20:10 | active | 1681 | 0 | ❤️🔥Best Friend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby | Kelly's POV Was it a blessing to marry your best friend? I was not very sure what Pierce thought but marrying him was a dream come true for me. And now what was more exciting, we were going to welcome our first child. “It’s a good thing you’re cautious. You could’ve lost your baby, Miss Monroe.” The GYN told me seriously as she could see the shock in my eyes. I subconsciously touched my belly, and still couldn't believe a baby was lying there. Had I heard it right? I was pregnant? I was pregnant with a baby for Pierce! My best friend and my first crush! On the way out of the hospital, I couldn’t wait to tell Pierce about our baby. I wondered what his reaction would be. Would he scream in happiness? Would he kiss me and all? God! I couldn’t contain my happiness. I cupped my red face as I fantasized. But the moment I felt the cold from the simple ring on my finger, my wildly beating heart calmed down. I almost forgot that Pierce wasn't the type to be keen on having children, especially when our marriage was arranged by his family. Pierce was a complete gentleman, both as a friend and a husband. Every time we had sex, he was considerate but cautious, saying there was no need to add extra shackles when we were not ready. This baby, in a way, was out of plan. My mind was becoming restless as I sat in my car. Would this be good news for him? What if Pierce was still not ready for the baby? "Ma'am, is everything okay? Do you need to call the Boss?" My private driver Luke asked worriedly as he noticed my frown face. Luke was reliable like a family but if I chose to share, I still wanted Pierce to be the first to know this news. He's my baby's father. "No," I shook my head, giving Luke a reassuring smile. "He's on the flight. I'll talk to him later myself." So that I could sense his answer directly from his raw expressions. I was always good at that. I closed my eyes recalling the first day we met. His bright smile in the sunlight was so dazzling, he was a Prince. Long before we became best friends, I fell in love with him at first sight. But it was only an unrequited love, I knew it well. I slid down the car window to get some fresh air but accidentally caught a glimpse of our old high school. That bitter feeling filled my chest once again. Pierce is my first love but I'm not his. In high school, I was only a boring nerd in other's eyes while Pierce Anderson was the shining Quarterback. Everyone was surprised that we could be friends. Though enmity rose, I enjoyed being around him. I slowly realized that I didn't want just to be his friend. However, right when I was about to confess my feelings to him, another girl came into his life. I shook my head trying to get rid of those sad old memories. I gripped the cold wedding ring on my finger, telling myself the past was past. Pierce said they were over and I was his wife now. I was his wife who was carrying his baby now. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and opened the door to our house. My heart calmed down as I breathed in the scent of home. Our home. It wasn't as luxurious as his family's villa but cozy. Pierce and I decorated it together with our own hands. We enjoyed it. Yes, I must have been overthinking. That woman had been out of our lives for a long time and my marriage with Pierce was as beautiful as a fairy tale for the past three years. I glanced at the clock on the wall. At this point, Pierce should have gotten off the plane. He was over a month of traveling for the sake of our family’s business. Pierce was the President of ADE, the leading fashion magazine company all over Asia, and I was actually the Vice President of the company. We were not only life partners but also good partners at work. I really missed him. I dialed his number immediately. I really wanted to hear his voice now, to know when he would arrive home. I would prepare a good meal for him and he would prize me with a sweet kiss. And then we might have passionate sex like what he gave me the night before his business trip. Oops, I almost forgot I was pregnant now. I needed to tell him this first and then we could do something else instead. I was happily envisioning our lovely reunion and my heart dropped when a woman's voice came over the line. [Hello?] I snapped the phone as just one word came out. My phone fell to the floor and my body started shaking uncontrollably. NO! It couldn't be her! It couldn't be Lexi! She was already out of our life! I must have misheard. I rushed to the fridge in an attempt to calm myself with the aid of some alcohol. But the moment I touched the wine bottle, I was reminded of the doctor's words and my baby. I needed to be cautious for my baby's sake. I turned to get a box of milk and walked toward the sofa. I didn't know what made me recognize that as Lexi's voice at that moment. I meant Lexi and I were never close. Lexi Gilbert was a typical blonde beauty that men would go crazy for. She was the popular cheerleader in high school while Pierce was the star quarterback. Better match than he and a nerd like me, right? It wasn't surprising that he had fallen for her. My pride couldn't stand watching the man I loved go crazy for another woman. So I had once tried to stay away from them silently but Pierce refused to quit from my life. Every time I drowned myself in a sea of books and studies to forget them, Pierce would appear at my doorway asking me out. I couldn't say no to his charming smile; I couldn't say no when he claimed it was his duty as my best friend to take me to enjoy the real world. To not ruin our friendship, I could only hide my broken heart, silently playing the role of his best friend by his side and watching his happy face for another girl. I finally got up the courage to study abroad as I learned that Pierce was planning to propose to Lexi. However, I never expected Grams would call to beg me back. I returned in a hurry only to see a lifeless Pierce. His heart was harmed badly, by Lexi. My beloved sunshine boy was nowhere to be seen, and my heart was bleeding. I started to hate Lexi from that moment. I gave up my cherished man to her, and how dared she harm him so badly! That witch! Pierce didn't tell anyone what happened except he was over with Lexi. Grams arranged our marriage. I didn't understand why he agreed until the day I heard him say that marrying anyone but Lexi would be the same for him. It was so fcking hurt but I still walked into this marriage without a second thought. My cherished boy was broken and I wanted to fix him, not caring if I would ruin myself in the process. I fell asleep at home feeling so insecure and worried. I woke up in the middle of the night when I felt someone caressing my cheek. Slowly, I opened my eyes and I realized I had fallen asleep in the living area. Someone lifted me from the couch. I immediately recognized his scent and touch as I looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Peirce…” “Hmm,” he hummed as he walked towards the stairs. “Why did you sleep on the couch?” I stared at his face when he gently put me down on the bed. He caressed my hair and kissed my forehead. He was always so gentle and that was why I loved him so much. Even when making love, he was very considerate of my feelings. We'd been apart for over a month, my body missed him and my heart wanted him. “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you,” I said as I caressed his cheek. “Just met a friend. You said you were waiting for me, is it something urgent?" Looking at his gentle face, suddenly I didn't want to ruin the moment. so I closed my parted lips and swallowed the truth back in my stomach once again. Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, I will have the courage to face all the puzzles. I shook my head and pouted, telling him that I was sleepy. He chuckled and carefully carried me to the bed. The moment he was about to leave me after giving me a goodnight kiss, I panicked for some reason. I then quickly grabbed him and kissed him with all my passion, trying to undress him, trying to make him touch me more and deeper. I missed him. I wanted him. I felt that the only way I could feel at ease was to let him put himself inside me again. To make sure he was still mine. "Wait Kels," Yet he stopped me by pinning my crazy hands on the bed. "I thought you said you're sleepy and you need to rest." "But I think I miss you more now." I looked at him with innocence and I could catch desire flashing in his eyes but I didn't know why it faded soon. He used to be happy when I became the initiative one. As if noticing my confusion, he chuckled and playfully pinched my nose, “I’ll just take a shower. I smell alcohol.” I just nodded and watched him as he walked toward the bathroom. But drowsiness struck again so I closed my eyes to take a nap. However, it was already morning when I opened my eyes again and Pierce was beside me, putting a tray of food on the bedside table. “Hey!” I greeted and smiled when I realized what he’d done. He prepared breakfast for me. In bed. The sweetest. He smiled and sat on the bed. “Good morning.” I grinned as I sat on the bed. He carried the tray and put it beside me. I shot an eyebrow up and tilted my head as I stared at his handsome face. His eyes are deep brown. His eyebrows were thick and black, complimenting his beautiful eyes. His nose was proud and pointed and his lips were red and thin. He literally looks like a sexy bad boy. Even Damon Salvatore would be embarrassed to stand beside him. No one stands a chance against this man. “What is this? Is this a bribe? You stood me up last night, bad boy.” He didn’t laugh. He heaved a sigh and gently tucked my hair on my ears before he held my hand and stared into my eyes. “I have something to tell you.” I felt my heart race. I thought about our baby in my womb. He’s got something to tell. I have something to tell him too. “W-What is it?” I asked as I felt my voice tremble. He took a deep sigh. “You know you’re important to me, right?” I slowly nodded with parted lips. I couldn’t answer. I’m scared of what he’s about to say. I have a bad feeling about this. “You were my best friend before we got married. You are one of the few people I treasure…” I hid my balled fists under the sheet. I don’t know why he’s telling me all this but I felt tears pooling in the corner of my eyes already. “Kelly…” he paused and squeezed his eyes closed before he looked at me again in the eyes. “I-I think it’s time for us to divorce.” “P-Pierce…” I felt my heart clench. He smiled. “I know you don’t have feelings for me either. You just married me because of my grandparents. You just did this because you love them. Now it’s time for our real happiness, Kelly.” I shook my head, “W-What are you talking about, Pierce?” “Lexi is back, Kelly. My first love is back.” Chapter 2 It Never Rains but It Pours Kelly’s POV I got off the bed and tried to leave but Pierce grabbed my hand. I immediately wiped the tears that rolled down my cheeks before he could see them. He stood in front of me and looked at my face as I tried so hard to look down and avoid his eyes. I felt my heart breaking into pieces. I thought… I thought I could make him fall in love with me within those three years together. I thought his feelings would level up and would see me as a woman rather than just a best friend. I was stupid for hoping and dreaming so high. I failed. No matter how hard I tried, his heart belonged only to his first love Lexi. “Kelly…” I sucked my breath and swallowed the pain as I looked at him. I faked a smile, “I need to wash up before eating.” He stared into my eyes as if trying to figure out what I was thinking. I know he knew me too well so I tried so hard to hide my pain and smiled at him. He sighed and let go of my hand. “Okay. I’ll wait for you here. Let’s eat and go to work together.” Together? How cruel could he be? He still wanted us to get along like he didn’t ask for a divorce? He wanted us to stay the way we were right after he told me that his first love was back and he wanted to divorce me? Oh Pierce, what was going on in your head? If I used to be able to force myself to stay in the seat of his best friend wishing him happiness, I no longer had that courage after the three years we'd shared. There's no way I could endure that kind of torture again, especially when I'm carrying his baby. The baby...I had thought it was good news for us but now...it would be more like a burden to him, I guess. A burden that would prevent him from getting his true love and freedom. I knew how an unwanted child to grow up. My parents were divorced even before my mother died and the new family of my father hated me and it hurts like hell. I don’t want my baby to experience the same thing I felt. I need to keep my baby away from it. I faked a smile again. “We can’t. I need to visit the studio for the photoshoot of our new models…” “I’ll go with you—” “No.” I pushed his hand. His eyes followed my hand before he lifted his face to look at me again. “You have some documents to sign. Our schedules are already organized, remember?” “But…” “I have a personal driver, Pierce. I’ll be fine to go alone.” He sighed and slowly nodded. I turned my back on him and entered the bathroom. I immediately opened the shower and stood under the cold water. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I covered my mouth to suppress my sobs. My shoulders were trembling really badly and when I thought about my baby, I swallowed hard and tried to calm myself down. I wiped my face and caressed my belly. I need to be strong. I need to stay calm. I shouldn’t put my baby’s life on the line just because I got my heart broken. I have to deal with this smartly. I sucked my breath and finished my bath. When I got out of the bathroom, I was shocked to see Pierce was still there. He was struggling to fix his tie in front of the full-length mirror. I also noticed my pair of heels and dress on the bed. “Hey! I picked your dress for today.” Since our marriage wasn't public, Pierce said he would try to do little things for me as a husband. He did it well and I used to enjoy these sweet moments but now, it was going to kill me. I grabbed the dress and went inside the walk-in closet. I felt him following me. I put the white dress back and picked a red one. When I faced him, his forehead was creased. I smiled. “I prefer red today. I’d feel beautiful in this dress.” His eyes went to the dress I was holding and his face immediately calmed down. He nodded and walked towards me. “I see. Help me fix this first.” I put my dress on his arm and started fixing his tie. I could feel his eyes staring intently and it was making my heart beat so fast. I took a deep breath and chewed my bottom lip as I struggled to fix the tie. My vision is becoming blurry again. Damn! “Kelly…” I jumped in shock. “Hmm?” “Are you okay?” I looked at him and smiled, “Yeah.” “I have another thing to say.” I finished fixing his tie so I immediately grabbed the dress from him. I glanced at him before I walked past him and spoke… “Let’s just talk some other time. I'm going to be late.” I heard him sigh as he followed me again. I grabbed my underwear and got dressed while he was standing behind me. He’s silent the whole time as if he’s thinking about something. “You should eat before you leave.” I faced him and nodded. “I will. You should go now.” “Kelly, we’re on the same page, right?” I stared at him. No, Pierce. We’re never on the same page. All of these are just my stupid fantasies. I thought you had feelings for me and I was so wrong. “If it’s about the divorce, I understand everything, Pierce. I know what I have to do. Just give me some time because I’m really busy with the company. I will not run away.” “Kelly, I’m not just doing this for myself. I’m also doing this for you. You’ve been caged with me ever since we got married. I know you’re not happy because deep inside, you also want to find the man you deserve. Someone who will really love you. Not me. Not someone who’s half-hearted.” “I understand what you’re trying to say, Pierce,” I said and tried to turn my back but he held me by the waist, keeping me in place. He did everything to capture my eyes and he succeeded. He looked at me worriedly. “You are my best friend. I don’t wanna lose you, Kels. You’re one of my few people…” “I know,” I said out of frustration. He looked shocked, so I calmed myself down. “I-I know. You don’t have to worry. I’m just stressed about work. It’s not about our divorce.” His lips parted and he slowly nodded as if he was able to breathe properly. He walked towards me and I froze when he gently kissed my forehead… “Thank you, Kelly," he whispered. My heart clenched. It had been three years but I was still such a coward. Why couldn't you just tell him that you love him, Kelly? He's your husband and you're carrying his baby! Tell him and he might change his mind! I swallowed hard and was about to tell him but his phone rang. I didn't miss the caller ID. Again, it was Lexi. " I gotta go." He scratched his head in apology and I didn't miss the upturned corners of his mouth. "I called Luke and he’s waiting outside. Eat before you go, okay?” With that, he left our room. The tears I had managed to suppress burst out again. Why would I think I could have a chance? He made his choice already the moment he asked for the divorce, didn't he? Whenever it came to Lexi, I was always the one he would abandon. Chapter 3 Stiff Upper Lip Kelly’s POV I entered the studio wearing just two-inch red heels and a red dress. Everyone was looking my way as I walked along the hallway. They’re all greeting me with a smile but my face remains stoic, not showing any emotions at all. The conversation with Pierce this morning was still lingering in my head, but I couldn't let it affect my work. I couldn't fail my work after I failed my marriage. I took a deep breath to adjust my condition. However, when I entered the photoshoot room, I could notice everyone was in chaos. “We can’t! She’s not answering her calls. What should we do? The Vice President is coming today. She’d get mad.” “We can just tell her the truth. She’s nice.” “Not in this situation, Lily! She’d scold us—” “What’s happening here?” I asked as I graced the room. The staff were now looking at me with worried expressions and I knew then that there was a problem. “G-Good morning, Miss Monroe.” Miss Monroe. Of course, no one knew that Pierce and I were married except for our families. I felt a pinch in my heart because of that truth. It hurts. I stared at her blankly, “What?” “W-We have a problem, Miss Monroe. Miss Chen, our model has been refusing our calls. She said she heard that we’re changing our model so…she doesn’t want to come here. She’s even…threatening to file a case against us.” She bowed his head. I gritted my teeth and roamed my eyes around. “Where’s the marketing manager?” “S-She’s still trying to convince Miss Chen, Miss Monroe.” I massaged my forehead and squeezed my eyes closed. I grabbed my hair and screamed in so much anger. I felt everyone around me jump in shock. I groaned and sucked my breath before looking around. “Miss Monroe…” “What is this, Miss Hayley? You are the marketing manager, what is happening?” “Miss Monroe, I don’t know how it happened but Miss Chen heard that you are changing our model. She’s about to file a case against us—” Changing the model? How come I didn't know about this? Miss Chen had always been our trustful partner and if not necessary, changing models for a commercial shoot on short notice would only cause a lot of trouble for the company. I would never allow such a cheap mistake. “I never asked for that. You must be mistaken." I cut her words to save time, " Fix this mess or I have to fire you!” "Miss Monroe...It's Mr. President who asked us to change it." Hayley spoke hesitantly. "He ordered that as soon as he came back from his business trip yesterday." I was hit by the truth. Pierce's order? Why didn't he tell me? He used to discuss every major decision with me first. "It shouldn't be..." I was confused. Pierce was not a clueless businessman. He kept a clear distinction between work and relationships, which was why he always succeeded. And that was also why he chose to keep our marriage a secret. "Yes, Kelly. I gave the order." The voice pulled me back. “M-Mr. President…” Hayley bowed with respect as she saw the man who suddenly appeared behind me. "I think you owe me an explanation, Pierce. About changing the model!" I gritted as I turned around to question him. He knew clearly how much effort I put into winning this project. I hardly had a good sleep those days and Miss Chen was the ideal one for us to work with. I remembered he agreed on it too. But now...he just changed the model as he liked without telling me in advance. I felt like a hard slap on my face. "Go ahead for the work. I'll make it clear to her." He pacified the staff first, ignoring the anger that was about to spew out of my eyes. "Answer me, Pierce! Why do you change the model so suddenly?" I couldn't hold my anger and he just touched my shoulder whispering to me, "This is not the place to talk. Let me explain it to you in the car." I looked around to notice others sneaking glances at us. Then I shook away his hands and walked toward the parking lot. But along the way, my heart was heavier and heavier. I had a feeling that I was not going to enjoy his explanation. "Now, say it." I blurted it out as we sat in his car. He stared into my eyes as if weighing my emotions. I looked away again. I couldn’t stand his stares. I couldn’t withstand his eyes that never looked at me the way I wanted him to look at me. He has no feelings for me and it hurts so much. “I-I…” he paused and sighed. “I replaced Miss Chen because Lexi wants to be our model. She’s also fit to be our model so I agreed—” “What?” I asked in disbelief. He pressed his lips together and looked away. He messed his hair up before he shook his head and held my hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. It was just so sudden. She asked for a favor and I can’t say no.” I took my hand back and looked at him in both pain and anger. “You can't say no to her so you'd rather harm the company, our company. You betrayed me, Pierce.” “Kels, come on. You know how much I love her. She’s my first love.” Painfully, I closed my eyes. Oh yes, she's your first love. She's always the one you want no matter what it takes. As long as she frowned a bit, you could turn a blind eye to the pain and effort of others. You are so heartless, Pierce. “Well, you’ve decided. I don’t have a say in this since you’re the President. Just go. I’ll be in the office.” I said coldly as I opened the car door to walk out. “Kelly…” I looked him in the eyes. “Go home early. Let’s talk about our divorce at home tonight.” Chapter 4 Left High and Dry Kelly’s POV I was playing with the wedding ring on my finger. I told him to go home early but he didn’t come home completely. He wasn’t even answering my calls. Well, now Lexi was back, this house was probably not home in his eyes anymore. My eyes turned to my pregnancy report on the table. What a mockery. I was still naive to hold a glimmer of hope that things would be different if I told him about the baby. But forget this baby was out of his plan. Sure, Pierce was not the kind who would force me to have an abortion. But he couldn't cut out his obsession with Lexi either. He might stay in this loveless marriage if his parents asked. But all I had would only be an empty shell. That's not a Father what I wanted for my baby. I wiped off the tears collecting at the corner of my eyes and collected the report. It was 5 am already when I looked at the clock on the wall. I tried to dial his number again, but still busy. What was he busy with? Was he busy making love with Lexi? He must have missed her a lot, didn't he? I still remember the day when he came back after his first private vacation with Lexi. His joy was unmistakable. Nearly at once, I could tell they made love. The same day I returned to my room, I cried out loud as I took off my makeup. Nothing I did worked. I could never replace Lexi in his heart. I felt like hundreds of pounds pressing my chest. I decided to get a shower to wash away all the miserable emotions but the moment I opened the wardrobe, our intimate clothes were snuggled together bringing me back to the memory of how Pierce and I had sex here last time. It was that time he didn't use contraception. He was so passionate that I thought he finally accepted our marriage. I once believed his return from this business trip would be a fresh start for us but actually, it was a start for us to fall apart now. Unable to suppress my feelings any longer, I crouched down crying loudly. Why? Why am I always the one they choose to abandon? Why don't I deserve to be loved? I didn't remember how I fell asleep. When the alarm clock went off, I subconsciously touched the pillow beside me. Cold as last night. He didn't come home yet. I sneered at myself as I caught my reflection in the dresser mirror. The dark circles under my eyes were so clear and my hair was a total mess, looking like a ghost. See, Kelly? That's what happened when you stepped into such a loveless marriage without a second thought. You would only break yourself if you continue on the wrong path. Just get a divorce. Spare him and yourself. Your baby needs a strong mommy. Suddenly a wave of nausea flooded my stomach and I realized I hadn't even eaten anything last night. Feeling sick again, I run to the sink and puke. I spit yellowish liquid and it tastes so bad. I washed my mouth immediately and stared at my own reflection in the mirror. I shook my head and cupped my forehead as soon as I felt like throwing up again. I spit yellowish liquid again and while I’m washing my mouth, I feel a warm hand caressing my back. I immediately lifted my face and met a pair of brown eyes looking at me through the mirror. Standing behind me with a worried face was my husband Pierce. I’ve always been thankful that I have him as my best friend and husband but now…I’m losing him. Hopelessly losing him. “Are you okay? Are you not feeling well? You should’ve told me.” I stared at him through the mirror. “You didn’t answer my calls. Guilt flickered in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I had some things to do. I stayed in the office all night.” I wiped my face and walked past him. He followed me as I sat in front of the vanity and started combing my hair. “Kels…” “I woke up late. I failed to prepare breakfast.” I tried to avoid his eyes. I felt like I would lose my temper and snap at him. There was no moment when I felt his selfishness so clearly as now. He called me his best friend yet he had never seriously confronted my needs. My feelings. "Kels...... you know I'm not asking about this. I'm just worried about your condition......" “Kels, are we still okay?” I stopped combing my hair and slowly met his eyes. Through the mirror, again. Really? He’s asking me that? After he offered me a divorce without even asking if I was okay with it? He decided on his own. Just because his first love is back. I can’t believe him. I faked a smile. “I just don’t feel well today, Pierce.” He immediately squatted beside me which is not surprising because I know he truly cares. What surprised me is why is he still doing this after he buried a dagger in my heart. “Are you okay?” He gently touched my forehead and neck. “Are you sick? Tell me how you feel, Kels.” “My feelings don’t matter,” I couldn’t help but blurt out. He looked shocked because of what I said. When I attempted to avoid him, he grabbed my wrist and made me face him. His face is mirroring his anger now. He’s completely lost his patience. “What’s wrong with you, Kels? You’ve been acting like this since yesterday. Is this about Lexi? Or was it because I didn’t come home last night?” I looked him in the eyes, annoyed. "You're the one who asked for a divorce! I told you to come back earlier but you just let me wait for the whole night. How do you want me to greet you this morning, Pierce?” He clenched his jaws and shook his head. “Kels, I..." "Enough. We can talk about the divorce after work today." “Kels!” He called and grabbed my shoulders. Confusion and pain were visible in his eyes. “Are you…in love with me?” I was taken aback? In love? Yes! Ever since we were in high school. Ever since he became my best friend. Who wouldn’t fall for someone who has been protecting you ever since? But of course, I can’t tell him. It would only complicate things more. I don’t even want him to pity me. I shook my head and pushed his arms away. “Are you on drugs? I’m not in love with you.” I turned my back on him and entered the bathroom again. I locked it before going to the bathtub. I should focus on myself. I can’t let my emotions affect me but…but why are my tears falling again? “You are so pathetic, Kelly! You can’t even tell him how you truly feel,” I whispered to myself as I wiped my tears angrily. It took me almost an hour bathing. When I was done, I realized Pierce had already left. I shook my head in disbelief. He’s been constantly abandoning me. I can’t believe we’d reach this point. I thought we were okay. I was so stupid. *** “Good morning, Miss Monroe…” “Good morning, Vice President…” I did not greet anyone back just like how I used to greet them back. I still feel pissed and my mood seems off. Irritation can easily take over me and I can’t control it. Probably because of Pierce’s divorce proposal or because of my pregnancy. I was about to enter my office when I heard two girls talking. “Did you see her? I bet she’s Mr. Anderson’s girlfriend. They seemed close.” My forehead creased. Pierce’s girlfriend? “Ah! It’s a waste that I didn't see her face but I feel like it’s Miss Lexi.” “Lexi? Lexi Gilbert? The model?” “Yes! I bet my whole month's salary on this. They look good together.” “Come on! Miss Monroe and Mr. Anderson look better together.” “Are you serious? They’re best friends. You know, some people are better off just friends. It’s Mr. Anderson and Miss Monroe.” I squeezed my eyes closed and pushed the door of my office. I slowly closed it and rested my back against it. This is harder than I expected. I took a deep breath and sat on my swivel chair. I opened the computer at the same time a notification popped up on the screen of my phone. My hands started shaking as soon as I saw the notification. It was Pierce’s social media update. He uploaded a photo of him and Lexi together. Eating in a fancy restaurant. I balled my fists and gritted my teeth. Of course, there’s no way I can compete with her in his heart. 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Yes | 2024-10-23 20:11 | active | 1681 | 0 | ❤️🔥Best Friend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby | Kelly's POV Was it a blessing to marry your best friend? I was not very sure what Pierce thought but marrying him was a dream come true for me. And now what was more exciting, we were going to welcome our first child. “It’s a good thing you’re cautious. You could’ve lost your baby, Miss Monroe.” The GYN told me seriously as she could see the shock in my eyes. I subconsciously touched my belly, and still couldn't believe a baby was lying there. Had I heard it right? I was pregnant? I was pregnant with a baby for Pierce! My best friend and my first crush! On the way out of the hospital, I couldn’t wait to tell Pierce about our baby. I wondered what his reaction would be. Would he scream in happiness? Would he kiss me and all? God! I couldn’t contain my happiness. I cupped my red face as I fantasized. But the moment I felt the cold from the simple ring on my finger, my wildly beating heart calmed down. I almost forgot that Pierce wasn't the type to be keen on having children, especially when our marriage was arranged by his family. Pierce was a complete gentleman, both as a friend and a husband. Every time we had sex, he was considerate but cautious, saying there was no need to add extra shackles when we were not ready. This baby, in a way, was out of plan. My mind was becoming restless as I sat in my car. Would this be good news for him? What if Pierce was still not ready for the baby? "Ma'am, is everything okay? Do you need to call the Boss?" My private driver Luke asked worriedly as he noticed my frown face. Luke was reliable like a family but if I chose to share, I still wanted Pierce to be the first to know this news. He's my baby's father. "No," I shook my head, giving Luke a reassuring smile. "He's on the flight. I'll talk to him later myself." So that I could sense his answer directly from his raw expressions. I was always good at that. I closed my eyes recalling the first day we met. His bright smile in the sunlight was so dazzling, he was a Prince. Long before we became best friends, I fell in love with him at first sight. But it was only an unrequited love, I knew it well. I slid down the car window to get some fresh air but accidentally caught a glimpse of our old high school. That bitter feeling filled my chest once again. Pierce is my first love but I'm not his. In high school, I was only a boring nerd in other's eyes while Pierce Anderson was the shining Quarterback. Everyone was surprised that we could be friends. Though enmity rose, I enjoyed being around him. I slowly realized that I didn't want just to be his friend. However, right when I was about to confess my feelings to him, another girl came into his life. I shook my head trying to get rid of those sad old memories. I gripped the cold wedding ring on my finger, telling myself the past was past. Pierce said they were over and I was his wife now. I was his wife who was carrying his baby now. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and opened the door to our house. My heart calmed down as I breathed in the scent of home. Our home. It wasn't as luxurious as his family's villa but cozy. Pierce and I decorated it together with our own hands. We enjoyed it. Yes, I must have been overthinking. That woman had been out of our lives for a long time and my marriage with Pierce was as beautiful as a fairy tale for the past three years. I glanced at the clock on the wall. At this point, Pierce should have gotten off the plane. He was over a month of traveling for the sake of our family’s business. Pierce was the President of ADE, the leading fashion magazine company all over Asia, and I was actually the Vice President of the company. We were not only life partners but also good partners at work. I really missed him. I dialed his number immediately. I really wanted to hear his voice now, to know when he would arrive home. I would prepare a good meal for him and he would prize me with a sweet kiss. And then we might have passionate sex like what he gave me the night before his business trip. Oops, I almost forgot I was pregnant now. I needed to tell him this first and then we could do something else instead. I was happily envisioning our lovely reunion and my heart dropped when a woman's voice came over the line. [Hello?] I snapped the phone as just one word came out. My phone fell to the floor and my body started shaking uncontrollably. NO! It couldn't be her! It couldn't be Lexi! She was already out of our life! I must have misheard. I rushed to the fridge in an attempt to calm myself with the aid of some alcohol. But the moment I touched the wine bottle, I was reminded of the doctor's words and my baby. I needed to be cautious for my baby's sake. I turned to get a box of milk and walked toward the sofa. I didn't know what made me recognize that as Lexi's voice at that moment. I meant Lexi and I were never close. Lexi Gilbert was a typical blonde beauty that men would go crazy for. She was the popular cheerleader in high school while Pierce was the star quarterback. Better match than he and a nerd like me, right? It wasn't surprising that he had fallen for her. My pride couldn't stand watching the man I loved go crazy for another woman. So I had once tried to stay away from them silently but Pierce refused to quit from my life. Every time I drowned myself in a sea of books and studies to forget them, Pierce would appear at my doorway asking me out. I couldn't say no to his charming smile; I couldn't say no when he claimed it was his duty as my best friend to take me to enjoy the real world. To not ruin our friendship, I could only hide my broken heart, silently playing the role of his best friend by his side and watching his happy face for another girl. I finally got up the courage to study abroad as I learned that Pierce was planning to propose to Lexi. However, I never expected Grams would call to beg me back. I returned in a hurry only to see a lifeless Pierce. His heart was harmed badly, by Lexi. My beloved sunshine boy was nowhere to be seen, and my heart was bleeding. I started to hate Lexi from that moment. I gave up my cherished man to her, and how dared she harm him so badly! That witch! Pierce didn't tell anyone what happened except he was over with Lexi. Grams arranged our marriage. I didn't understand why he agreed until the day I heard him say that marrying anyone but Lexi would be the same for him. It was so fcking hurt but I still walked into this marriage without a second thought. My cherished boy was broken and I wanted to fix him, not caring if I would ruin myself in the process. I fell asleep at home feeling so insecure and worried. I woke up in the middle of the night when I felt someone caressing my cheek. Slowly, I opened my eyes and I realized I had fallen asleep in the living area. Someone lifted me from the couch. I immediately recognized his scent and touch as I looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Peirce…” “Hmm,” he hummed as he walked towards the stairs. “Why did you sleep on the couch?” I stared at his face when he gently put me down on the bed. He caressed my hair and kissed my forehead. He was always so gentle and that was why I loved him so much. Even when making love, he was very considerate of my feelings. We'd been apart for over a month, my body missed him and my heart wanted him. “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you,” I said as I caressed his cheek. “Just met a friend. You said you were waiting for me, is it something urgent?" Looking at his gentle face, suddenly I didn't want to ruin the moment. so I closed my parted lips and swallowed the truth back in my stomach once again. Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, I will have the courage to face all the puzzles. I shook my head and pouted, telling him that I was sleepy. He chuckled and carefully carried me to the bed. The moment he was about to leave me after giving me a goodnight kiss, I panicked for some reason. I then quickly grabbed him and kissed him with all my passion, trying to undress him, trying to make him touch me more and deeper. I missed him. I wanted him. I felt that the only way I could feel at ease was to let him put himself inside me again. To make sure he was still mine. "Wait Kels," Yet he stopped me by pinning my crazy hands on the bed. "I thought you said you're sleepy and you need to rest." "But I think I miss you more now." I looked at him with innocence and I could catch desire flashing in his eyes but I didn't know why it faded soon. He used to be happy when I became the initiative one. As if noticing my confusion, he chuckled and playfully pinched my nose, “I’ll just take a shower. I smell alcohol.” I just nodded and watched him as he walked toward the bathroom. But drowsiness struck again so I closed my eyes to take a nap. However, it was already morning when I opened my eyes again and Pierce was beside me, putting a tray of food on the bedside table. “Hey!” I greeted and smiled when I realized what he’d done. He prepared breakfast for me. In bed. The sweetest. He smiled and sat on the bed. “Good morning.” I grinned as I sat on the bed. He carried the tray and put it beside me. I shot an eyebrow up and tilted my head as I stared at his handsome face. His eyes are deep brown. His eyebrows were thick and black, complimenting his beautiful eyes. His nose was proud and pointed and his lips were red and thin. He literally looks like a sexy bad boy. Even Damon Salvatore would be embarrassed to stand beside him. No one stands a chance against this man. “What is this? Is this a bribe? You stood me up last night, bad boy.” He didn’t laugh. He heaved a sigh and gently tucked my hair on my ears before he held my hand and stared into my eyes. “I have something to tell you.” I felt my heart race. I thought about our baby in my womb. He’s got something to tell. I have something to tell him too. “W-What is it?” I asked as I felt my voice tremble. He took a deep sigh. “You know you’re important to me, right?” I slowly nodded with parted lips. I couldn’t answer. I’m scared of what he’s about to say. I have a bad feeling about this. “You were my best friend before we got married. You are one of the few people I treasure…” I hid my balled fists under the sheet. I don’t know why he’s telling me all this but I felt tears pooling in the corner of my eyes already. “Kelly…” he paused and squeezed his eyes closed before he looked at me again in the eyes. “I-I think it’s time for us to divorce.” “P-Pierce…” I felt my heart clench. He smiled. “I know you don’t have feelings for me either. You just married me because of my grandparents. You just did this because you love them. Now it’s time for our real happiness, Kelly.” I shook my head, “W-What are you talking about, Pierce?” “Lexi is back, Kelly. My first love is back.” Chapter 2 It Never Rains but It Pours Kelly’s POV I got off the bed and tried to leave but Pierce grabbed my hand. I immediately wiped the tears that rolled down my cheeks before he could see them. He stood in front of me and looked at my face as I tried so hard to look down and avoid his eyes. I felt my heart breaking into pieces. I thought… I thought I could make him fall in love with me within those three years together. I thought his feelings would level up and would see me as a woman rather than just a best friend. I was stupid for hoping and dreaming so high. I failed. No matter how hard I tried, his heart belonged only to his first love Lexi. “Kelly…” I sucked my breath and swallowed the pain as I looked at him. I faked a smile, “I need to wash up before eating.” He stared into my eyes as if trying to figure out what I was thinking. I know he knew me too well so I tried so hard to hide my pain and smiled at him. He sighed and let go of my hand. “Okay. I’ll wait for you here. Let’s eat and go to work together.” Together? How cruel could he be? He still wanted us to get along like he didn’t ask for a divorce? He wanted us to stay the way we were right after he told me that his first love was back and he wanted to divorce me? Oh Pierce, what was going on in your head? If I used to be able to force myself to stay in the seat of his best friend wishing him happiness, I no longer had that courage after the three years we'd shared. There's no way I could endure that kind of torture again, especially when I'm carrying his baby. The baby...I had thought it was good news for us but now...it would be more like a burden to him, I guess. A burden that would prevent him from getting his true love and freedom. I knew how an unwanted child to grow up. My parents were divorced even before my mother died and the new family of my father hated me and it hurts like hell. I don’t want my baby to experience the same thing I felt. I need to keep my baby away from it. I faked a smile again. “We can’t. I need to visit the studio for the photoshoot of our new models…” “I’ll go with you—” “No.” I pushed his hand. His eyes followed my hand before he lifted his face to look at me again. “You have some documents to sign. Our schedules are already organized, remember?” “But…” “I have a personal driver, Pierce. I’ll be fine to go alone.” He sighed and slowly nodded. I turned my back on him and entered the bathroom. I immediately opened the shower and stood under the cold water. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I covered my mouth to suppress my sobs. My shoulders were trembling really badly and when I thought about my baby, I swallowed hard and tried to calm myself down. I wiped my face and caressed my belly. I need to be strong. I need to stay calm. I shouldn’t put my baby’s life on the line just because I got my heart broken. I have to deal with this smartly. I sucked my breath and finished my bath. When I got out of the bathroom, I was shocked to see Pierce was still there. He was struggling to fix his tie in front of the full-length mirror. I also noticed my pair of heels and dress on the bed. “Hey! I picked your dress for today.” Since our marriage wasn't public, Pierce said he would try to do little things for me as a husband. He did it well and I used to enjoy these sweet moments but now, it was going to kill me. I grabbed the dress and went inside the walk-in closet. I felt him following me. I put the white dress back and picked a red one. When I faced him, his forehead was creased. I smiled. “I prefer red today. I’d feel beautiful in this dress.” His eyes went to the dress I was holding and his face immediately calmed down. He nodded and walked towards me. “I see. Help me fix this first.” I put my dress on his arm and started fixing his tie. I could feel his eyes staring intently and it was making my heart beat so fast. I took a deep breath and chewed my bottom lip as I struggled to fix the tie. My vision is becoming blurry again. Damn! “Kelly…” I jumped in shock. “Hmm?” “Are you okay?” I looked at him and smiled, “Yeah.” “I have another thing to say.” I finished fixing his tie so I immediately grabbed the dress from him. I glanced at him before I walked past him and spoke… “Let’s just talk some other time. I'm going to be late.” I heard him sigh as he followed me again. I grabbed my underwear and got dressed while he was standing behind me. He’s silent the whole time as if he’s thinking about something. “You should eat before you leave.” I faced him and nodded. “I will. You should go now.” “Kelly, we’re on the same page, right?” I stared at him. No, Pierce. We’re never on the same page. All of these are just my stupid fantasies. I thought you had feelings for me and I was so wrong. “If it’s about the divorce, I understand everything, Pierce. I know what I have to do. Just give me some time because I’m really busy with the company. I will not run away.” “Kelly, I’m not just doing this for myself. I’m also doing this for you. You’ve been caged with me ever since we got married. I know you’re not happy because deep inside, you also want to find the man you deserve. Someone who will really love you. Not me. Not someone who’s half-hearted.” “I understand what you’re trying to say, Pierce,” I said and tried to turn my back but he held me by the waist, keeping me in place. He did everything to capture my eyes and he succeeded. He looked at me worriedly. “You are my best friend. I don’t wanna lose you, Kels. You’re one of my few people…” “I know,” I said out of frustration. He looked shocked, so I calmed myself down. “I-I know. You don’t have to worry. I’m just stressed about work. It’s not about our divorce.” His lips parted and he slowly nodded as if he was able to breathe properly. He walked towards me and I froze when he gently kissed my forehead… “Thank you, Kelly," he whispered. My heart clenched. It had been three years but I was still such a coward. Why couldn't you just tell him that you love him, Kelly? He's your husband and you're carrying his baby! Tell him and he might change his mind! I swallowed hard and was about to tell him but his phone rang. I didn't miss the caller ID. Again, it was Lexi. " I gotta go." He scratched his head in apology and I didn't miss the upturned corners of his mouth. "I called Luke and he’s waiting outside. Eat before you go, okay?” With that, he left our room. The tears I had managed to suppress burst out again. Why would I think I could have a chance? He made his choice already the moment he asked for the divorce, didn't he? Whenever it came to Lexi, I was always the one he would abandon. Chapter 3 Stiff Upper Lip Kelly’s POV I entered the studio wearing just two-inch red heels and a red dress. Everyone was looking my way as I walked along the hallway. They’re all greeting me with a smile but my face remains stoic, not showing any emotions at all. The conversation with Pierce this morning was still lingering in my head, but I couldn't let it affect my work. I couldn't fail my work after I failed my marriage. I took a deep breath to adjust my condition. However, when I entered the photoshoot room, I could notice everyone was in chaos. “We can’t! She’s not answering her calls. What should we do? The Vice President is coming today. She’d get mad.” “We can just tell her the truth. She’s nice.” “Not in this situation, Lily! She’d scold us—” “What’s happening here?” I asked as I graced the room. The staff were now looking at me with worried expressions and I knew then that there was a problem. “G-Good morning, Miss Monroe.” Miss Monroe. Of course, no one knew that Pierce and I were married except for our families. I felt a pinch in my heart because of that truth. It hurts. I stared at her blankly, “What?” “W-We have a problem, Miss Monroe. Miss Chen, our model has been refusing our calls. She said she heard that we’re changing our model so…she doesn’t want to come here. She’s even…threatening to file a case against us.” She bowed his head. I gritted my teeth and roamed my eyes around. “Where’s the marketing manager?” “S-She’s still trying to convince Miss Chen, Miss Monroe.” I massaged my forehead and squeezed my eyes closed. I grabbed my hair and screamed in so much anger. I felt everyone around me jump in shock. I groaned and sucked my breath before looking around. “Miss Monroe…” “What is this, Miss Hayley? You are the marketing manager, what is happening?” “Miss Monroe, I don’t know how it happened but Miss Chen heard that you are changing our model. She’s about to file a case against us—” Changing the model? How come I didn't know about this? Miss Chen had always been our trustful partner and if not necessary, changing models for a commercial shoot on short notice would only cause a lot of trouble for the company. I would never allow such a cheap mistake. “I never asked for that. You must be mistaken." I cut her words to save time, " Fix this mess or I have to fire you!” "Miss Monroe...It's Mr. President who asked us to change it." Hayley spoke hesitantly. "He ordered that as soon as he came back from his business trip yesterday." I was hit by the truth. Pierce's order? Why didn't he tell me? He used to discuss every major decision with me first. "It shouldn't be..." I was confused. Pierce was not a clueless businessman. He kept a clear distinction between work and relationships, which was why he always succeeded. And that was also why he chose to keep our marriage a secret. "Yes, Kelly. I gave the order." The voice pulled me back. “M-Mr. President…” Hayley bowed with respect as she saw the man who suddenly appeared behind me. "I think you owe me an explanation, Pierce. About changing the model!" I gritted as I turned around to question him. He knew clearly how much effort I put into winning this project. I hardly had a good sleep those days and Miss Chen was the ideal one for us to work with. I remembered he agreed on it too. But now...he just changed the model as he liked without telling me in advance. I felt like a hard slap on my face. "Go ahead for the work. I'll make it clear to her." He pacified the staff first, ignoring the anger that was about to spew out of my eyes. "Answer me, Pierce! Why do you change the model so suddenly?" I couldn't hold my anger and he just touched my shoulder whispering to me, "This is not the place to talk. Let me explain it to you in the car." I looked around to notice others sneaking glances at us. Then I shook away his hands and walked toward the parking lot. But along the way, my heart was heavier and heavier. I had a feeling that I was not going to enjoy his explanation. "Now, say it." I blurted it out as we sat in his car. He stared into my eyes as if weighing my emotions. I looked away again. I couldn’t stand his stares. I couldn’t withstand his eyes that never looked at me the way I wanted him to look at me. He has no feelings for me and it hurts so much. “I-I…” he paused and sighed. “I replaced Miss Chen because Lexi wants to be our model. She’s also fit to be our model so I agreed—” “What?” I asked in disbelief. He pressed his lips together and looked away. He messed his hair up before he shook his head and held my hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. It was just so sudden. She asked for a favor and I can’t say no.” I took my hand back and looked at him in both pain and anger. “You can't say no to her so you'd rather harm the company, our company. You betrayed me, Pierce.” “Kels, come on. You know how much I love her. She’s my first love.” Painfully, I closed my eyes. Oh yes, she's your first love. She's always the one you want no matter what it takes. As long as she frowned a bit, you could turn a blind eye to the pain and effort of others. You are so heartless, Pierce. “Well, you’ve decided. I don’t have a say in this since you’re the President. Just go. I’ll be in the office.” I said coldly as I opened the car door to walk out. “Kelly…” I looked him in the eyes. “Go home early. Let’s talk about our divorce at home tonight.” Chapter 4 Left High and Dry Kelly’s POV I was playing with the wedding ring on my finger. I told him to go home early but he didn’t come home completely. He wasn’t even answering my calls. Well, now Lexi was back, this house was probably not home in his eyes anymore. My eyes turned to my pregnancy report on the table. What a mockery. I was still naive to hold a glimmer of hope that things would be different if I told him about the baby. But forget this baby was out of his plan. Sure, Pierce was not the kind who would force me to have an abortion. But he couldn't cut out his obsession with Lexi either. He might stay in this loveless marriage if his parents asked. But all I had would only be an empty shell. That's not a Father what I wanted for my baby. I wiped off the tears collecting at the corner of my eyes and collected the report. It was 5 am already when I looked at the clock on the wall. I tried to dial his number again, but still busy. What was he busy with? Was he busy making love with Lexi? He must have missed her a lot, didn't he? I still remember the day when he came back after his first private vacation with Lexi. His joy was unmistakable. Nearly at once, I could tell they made love. The same day I returned to my room, I cried out loud as I took off my makeup. Nothing I did worked. I could never replace Lexi in his heart. I felt like hundreds of pounds pressing my chest. I decided to get a shower to wash away all the miserable emotions but the moment I opened the wardrobe, our intimate clothes were snuggled together bringing me back to the memory of how Pierce and I had sex here last time. It was that time he didn't use contraception. He was so passionate that I thought he finally accepted our marriage. I once believed his return from this business trip would be a fresh start for us but actually, it was a start for us to fall apart now. Unable to suppress my feelings any longer, I crouched down crying loudly. Why? Why am I always the one they choose to abandon? Why don't I deserve to be loved? I didn't remember how I fell asleep. When the alarm clock went off, I subconsciously touched the pillow beside me. Cold as last night. He didn't come home yet. I sneered at myself as I caught my reflection in the dresser mirror. The dark circles under my eyes were so clear and my hair was a total mess, looking like a ghost. See, Kelly? That's what happened when you stepped into such a loveless marriage without a second thought. You would only break yourself if you continue on the wrong path. Just get a divorce. Spare him and yourself. Your baby needs a strong mommy. Suddenly a wave of nausea flooded my stomach and I realized I hadn't even eaten anything last night. Feeling sick again, I run to the sink and puke. I spit yellowish liquid and it tastes so bad. I washed my mouth immediately and stared at my own reflection in the mirror. I shook my head and cupped my forehead as soon as I felt like throwing up again. I spit yellowish liquid again and while I’m washing my mouth, I feel a warm hand caressing my back. I immediately lifted my face and met a pair of brown eyes looking at me through the mirror. Standing behind me with a worried face was my husband Pierce. I’ve always been thankful that I have him as my best friend and husband but now…I’m losing him. Hopelessly losing him. “Are you okay? Are you not feeling well? You should’ve told me.” I stared at him through the mirror. “You didn’t answer my calls. Guilt flickered in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I had some things to do. I stayed in the office all night.” I wiped my face and walked past him. He followed me as I sat in front of the vanity and started combing my hair. “Kels…” “I woke up late. I failed to prepare breakfast.” I tried to avoid his eyes. I felt like I would lose my temper and snap at him. There was no moment when I felt his selfishness so clearly as now. He called me his best friend yet he had never seriously confronted my needs. My feelings. "Kels...... you know I'm not asking about this. I'm just worried about your condition......" “Kels, are we still okay?” I stopped combing my hair and slowly met his eyes. Through the mirror, again. Really? He’s asking me that? After he offered me a divorce without even asking if I was okay with it? He decided on his own. Just because his first love is back. I can’t believe him. I faked a smile. “I just don’t feel well today, Pierce.” He immediately squatted beside me which is not surprising because I know he truly cares. What surprised me is why is he still doing this after he buried a dagger in my heart. “Are you okay?” He gently touched my forehead and neck. “Are you sick? Tell me how you feel, Kels.” “My feelings don’t matter,” I couldn’t help but blurt out. He looked shocked because of what I said. When I attempted to avoid him, he grabbed my wrist and made me face him. His face is mirroring his anger now. He’s completely lost his patience. “What’s wrong with you, Kels? You’ve been acting like this since yesterday. Is this about Lexi? Or was it because I didn’t come home last night?” I looked him in the eyes, annoyed. "You're the one who asked for a divorce! I told you to come back earlier but you just let me wait for the whole night. How do you want me to greet you this morning, Pierce?” He clenched his jaws and shook his head. “Kels, I..." "Enough. We can talk about the divorce after work today." “Kels!” He called and grabbed my shoulders. Confusion and pain were visible in his eyes. “Are you…in love with me?” I was taken aback? In love? Yes! Ever since we were in high school. Ever since he became my best friend. Who wouldn’t fall for someone who has been protecting you ever since? But of course, I can’t tell him. It would only complicate things more. I don’t even want him to pity me. I shook my head and pushed his arms away. “Are you on drugs? I’m not in love with you.” I turned my back on him and entered the bathroom again. I locked it before going to the bathtub. I should focus on myself. I can’t let my emotions affect me but…but why are my tears falling again? “You are so pathetic, Kelly! You can’t even tell him how you truly feel,” I whispered to myself as I wiped my tears angrily. It took me almost an hour bathing. When I was done, I realized Pierce had already left. I shook my head in disbelief. He’s been constantly abandoning me. I can’t believe we’d reach this point. I thought we were okay. I was so stupid. *** “Good morning, Miss Monroe…” “Good morning, Vice President…” I did not greet anyone back just like how I used to greet them back. I still feel pissed and my mood seems off. Irritation can easily take over me and I can’t control it. Probably because of Pierce’s divorce proposal or because of my pregnancy. I was about to enter my office when I heard two girls talking. “Did you see her? I bet she’s Mr. Anderson’s girlfriend. They seemed close.” My forehead creased. Pierce’s girlfriend? “Ah! It’s a waste that I didn't see her face but I feel like it’s Miss Lexi.” “Lexi? Lexi Gilbert? The model?” “Yes! I bet my whole month's salary on this. They look good together.” “Come on! Miss Monroe and Mr. Anderson look better together.” “Are you serious? They’re best friends. You know, some people are better off just friends. It’s Mr. Anderson and Miss Monroe.” I squeezed my eyes closed and pushed the door of my office. I slowly closed it and rested my back against it. This is harder than I expected. I took a deep breath and sat on my swivel chair. I opened the computer at the same time a notification popped up on the screen of my phone. My hands started shaking as soon as I saw the notification. It was Pierce’s social media update. He uploaded a photo of him and Lexi together. Eating in a fancy restaurant. I balled my fists and gritted my teeth. Of course, there’s no way I can compete with her in his heart. 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Squishmallows lot | Squishmallows lot - $200.00 300.00 Priced to sell asap! (These have been sealed in storage) I tried to price fairly! I did the smaller ones at $5, mediums between $5-10 and the big big ones at $30. It was adding up to $400 but if you buy it all I'll sell for $300. Located in Garland Learn more about this listing on Facebook Marketplace: https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/3653585754939451/ | CONTACT_US | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/365358575493 | Sarah Kelly | https://www.facebook.com/Sarah-Kelly-110777903858474/ | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Contact us | 0 | IMAGE | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/3653585754939451/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | REGULAR_PAGE | 1 | 0 | 0 | Sarah Kelly | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete |
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