LOGINShe forced herself forward. “Good morning, honey,” she said calmly.
“Good morning,” Matilda replied with a smirk on her face looking at Vivian from her head to her toes as she chuckled in mockery. Vivian hesitated, then responded, “Good morning.” Honey, are you already having breakfast without me? Not looking in her direction Jerald replied. He spoke trying not to be so rude. “I’m in a hurry. I have a meeting slated for this morning, vivian” But’ ……..” Stretching out her right hand, a frown creeping up between her eyebrows slightly squeezed. She hesitated to speak further letting out some air from her chest. “Okay then let me go and pack your food. I already made breakfast for you and I” “Never mind,” Jerald echoed, as he stood up, picked his briefcase and his car key from the table and walked straight to the door. At the door, he smiled at Matilda. “Bye. See you later.” In that moment, Vivian shattered completely. What is happening to my life? She asked herself . She walked to a couch in the parlor and sat in shock and numbness feeling nothing in her body. She was having ptsd. She was caught up in her thoughts as though she was face-to-face with the ghosts of her childhood—her step-siblings and, most painfully, her stepmother, Mariam. Mariam was a woman who had turned Vivian’s early years into a living nightmare, never hiding her resentment. Vivian had been her father’s favorite, and Mariam never forgave her for it. Vivian was intelligent—exceptionally so. Her father, Mr. Silvester, a research scientist, admired her brilliance and nurtured it with pride. That bond only deepened Mariam’s bitterness. Life took a darker turn when Vivian lost her mother to cancer at fourteen. The loss shattered her world. At this moment she was relieving her childhood and the pain. As she sat there thinking about her mother and everything that had happened to her as a child. Her body and her hands were shaking. Her eyes were just fixed to the table right before her as she made no sound with tears rolling down her eyes effortlessly as though there was a river of water in her eyes. Her nose in no time was also running with mucus. As she sat there oblivious of whatever was going on in her environment in no time her hands which were in between her thigh were covered in the mixture of tears and mucus which were dripping from her face as she sat upright with her face right above her hands. “Hey, Mrs Jerald?” Matilda mockingly called out, a weird smile making her look like “THE JOKER” Vivian who was still in her thoughts could not hear anything she was saying. Matilda waited a while and called out again. “ Mrs Jerald i’m talking to you,” this time around she called out with a straight face. Yet Vivian never replied so she stood up from the dining table walking to Vivian who was seated backing the dining area. She bent down slightly trying to get a good look at Vivian’s face so as to know why she is ignoring her call. She met Vivian crying profusely, mucus stains on her nose. “Vivian, what are you doing crying like a baby? so your intentions are to paint me evil should it be your husband walks in now you would say I beat you up right? Anyways, that's not happening” Jolting and snapping out of her traumatic experience Vivian got a hold of herself. “What is your mission here in my house?” She asked softly, “I thought you left Jerald already? What are you doing back here? Is it because he is way richer now? And no longer the struggling young man you left then? I know you are here for the money. I can get him to write you a good cheque that will take care of you and your lifestyle. please just leave my marriage alone please” Tears were rolling down her eyes as she cried saying please over and over again. “Even when you were dating him you had numerous boy lovers whom you were cheating on him with. I am aware of all you did when you were with him. You never seemed to regard him so much then and I know you don't still regard him now. Matilda who was Jerald's fiance,” Jerald loved her with all he had but Matilda threw his love in the trash when she failed to come down the night Jerald was going to propose to her a night that was so planned and with all Jeralds close friends and colleagues in attendance including Vivian who was invited by Matilda's younger sister. It was the most embarrassing day for Jerald. And after that day Matilda cut off all connections with Jerald. Matilda realized that Jerald was on the verge of losing his job when they were dating. As the personal chartered accountant to the President of the UN, she quickly ran for safety into the arms of a celebrity actor known for his iconic romantic action movies. She believed Jerald was about to lose everything, and she was not willing to be part of that. All she cared about was her career as a model and finding someone who could sponsor her lifestyle while she gathered money to travel the world—her number one life goal. “Your sister told me all you were up to. Please leave my marriage alone please I am begging you please” Matilda scoffed, clapping, “What an awesome speech. You are such a brilliant woman indeed. No wonder Jerald married you”, she further added letting out a smirk, “so now you can stand up and speak for yourself? You shy and timid thing, who could not defend herself from her own step brother. I know Jerald is not aware of course you never told him that you aborted for your stepbrother” Vivian’s heart broke as Matilda’s words got to her. She didn’t realise that anyone knew about her little secret. “He took so much pleasure pounding you as his sex toy anytime he had the urge for sex” she continued as she chuckled at intervals. whispering into her ears. “Also don't forget I am aware of the threesome you had with your brother and his best friend in your brothers lodge in school. Yes I am aware of that” Matilda echoed as she leaned forward putting her elbows against her knees and her palms together as she sat on the couch beside Vivian looking straight ahead then she chuckled in mockery. “Why are you quiet all of a sudden?” She further asked, “Do you think you are the only one that knows secrets? My candid advice will be that you leave this house because I have come to take what is mine. You can save yourself the stress and trauma. Maybe if you leave now you can get lucky and find another man who will love you regardless of your damaged womb that cannot carry any child” Sarcasm was dripping from her voice and the smirk on her face grew with each passing moment, “Other than waiting here to fight a battle you have woefully lost already a candid advice from a sister to a sister. If you would excuse me i will like to go and have my bath,” As Matilda climbed the stairs to the room she had woken up, her eyes danced over the room again. The room had a queen-size bed, a walk-in closet, and a fluffy pink-and-white rug at the center. There was a massive restroom with a twin-size bathtub. The bed, bathtub, and throw pillows were all customized. The room also had a large study with its own entrance. Soon, Matilda began exploring the room—opening drawers and examining the framed pictures hanging on the wall. She saw many photos of Vivian and Jerald. When she got to the walk-in closet, she noticed beautiful suits and ties. Walking further in, she saw astonishing female dresses. It was obvious this was Vivian’s room. “Oh my God,” Matilda whispered as she imagined herself wearing some of the dresses, her pinky finger resting on her lips and her thumb on her jaw. Soon, she was trying them on one after another, without any thought that they belonged to her cousin or that she needed permission. All Matilda had in mind was to strip Vivian of everything she had. While she was enjoying her alone time, Vivian sat in mystery as her thoughts wandered far. Am I cursed? Have I been bewitched? What is happening to me? Indeed my past mistakes have caught up with me? It was only a one-time event—the abortion for my stepbrother. I have never even been pregnant again. Why did I accept a threesome? How did she even get to know? Why didn’t I just die as a child ? Why is my life always filled with bitterness?This time around, he had her exactly where he wanted her — fully in charge.Gently, he moved from one side of her body to the other, giving her soft, intentional touches. Feeding from every reaction her body gave him, he continued doing whatever made her respond more intensely or moan louder.Slowly, he reached for her shorts.Unlike the first time earlier, when her shorts came off and she immediately felt naked and ashamed somehow but still allowed it, this time she was no longer conscious enough to care whether her shorts had been taken off or not.Once they were out of the way, there she was, lying stark naked before another man with no shame whatsoever.Jonathan carefully glided his fingers around her thighs repeatedly. Over and over, he continued until she trembled violently on the bed, almost like someone convulsing. Still, he kept going.One hand rested on her nipple while the other traced gently along her thigh, moving steadily and softly.At this point, she was caught in mixe
“Hope you’re good. When are you coming back?”“I miss you already.”Vivian smiled faintly at the screen, though the emotion behind it felt hollow. The words came naturally, almost rehearsed. Somewhere along the line, the love between her and Jerald had thinned into routine. The butterflies that once filled her stomach had died quietly long ago.“What are you going to buy for me?” she teased lightly.“Anything you want. Just name it.”Jerald’s voice carried warmth, effortless devotion. It was the kind of affection most women prayed for, yet somehow it no longer reached her the way it used to.“I trust your judgment, babe,” she replied. “You’ve always had a knack for gifts.”Jerald chuckled softly on the other end.“Babe, I’m starving. Let me go find something to eat. I’ll call you later.”“Okay, sweetheart. Love you.”“Love you too.”The call should have ended there.Jerald stared at his phone for a moment after she spoke, confusion brushing against his thoughts. Something about her to
Sitting alone in her room, Vivian whispered under her breath,“What have I done?”Her voice trembled.“I know for sure Anna suspected something… no, not just suspected. She knows something happened.”She bit nervously at her finger before jumping off the bed. Restlessly, she began pacing around the room.Back and forth.Back and forth.The kind of pacing that comes from inner chaos. The kind born from fear and guilt colliding together inside the mind.Soon, sweat gathered across her forehead. Her breathing became uneven as heat rushed through her body. She wiped her forehead quickly with the back of her hand.“Why am I sweating this much?”She suddenly paused in the middle of the room.“And why am I pacing?”Silence answered her.No one else was there.“What should I do?”Her chest tightened.“I am in for it this time… I know it.”She hurried back to the bed and grabbed her phone. Her fingers shook slightly as she typed a message to Jonathan, who was downstairs in the guest room prete
In the heat of everything that had happened, the doorbell rang.Once.Then twice.Then three times.A steady pulse that cut through the silence."Are you expecting a visitor?" Jonathan asked quietly."No."Vivian replied immediately, her face tightening into a frown. Confusion clouded her expression.In a hushed tone, almost under his breath, Jonathan spoke."I know that's not Jerald."He slowly shook his head from side to side. The thought seemed to calm him. Moments earlier, the sound of the doorbell had sent a surge of panic through him, but now, remembering their earlier conversation, he relaxed.As Vivian tried to rise from where she sat beside him, he gently held her back."Jerald is out of town with his boss for some meeting in the neighborhood. He said he probably won't be back until Sunday... maybe even Monday."The words brought her visible relief.A small smile escaped her lips before she quickly straightened her face again.Then, almost whispering to herself, she asked,"T
Reaching for his trousers, she slowly pulled down the zipper, curiosity getting the better of her. The moment carried an air of disbelief, as though part of her still expected reality to interrupt what was happening.For a second, she simply stared.The astonished look on her face was impossible to hide.A smile slowly appeared at the corners of her lips."So it's true..." she murmured, amusement lingering in her voice.The reaction alone was enough to make Jonathan shake his head.Despite everything happening between them, she still found room to tease him.Jonathan had always stood out.Tall, handsome, charismatic, and effortlessly romantic, he possessed a presence that naturally drew attention. He wasn't just attractive because of his appearance. It was the way he carried himself. The way he listened when people spoke. The way he could command a room without raising his voice.He had always been a spec.The kind of man women noticed even when they pretended not to.The kind of man
I mean, this was just one out of the numerous encounters that suggested to him that they both liked each other, yet could never truly have anything with each other, knowing the nature of their relationship.His first kiss with her had come after what started as a fairly innocent and harmless truth-and-dare game before it suddenly changed direction.Memories kept flashing through his mind as he remembered the first night he drank himself into oblivion. That night held too many memories—memories he was not proud of at all.All he could say to the taxi driver was the description of the house, and somehow, deep down, he knew he was about to cause a lot of harm to himself and his marriage by going home.The entire ride there felt endless.Streetlights passed by in blurry streaks outside the taxi window while the sound of old music played faintly through the driver's radio. He rested his head against the seat, eyes shut tightly, trying to silence the thoughts tormenting him.But every attem
He drove home—lonely, absurdly so. The car felt too big… and somehow suffocatingly small at the same time. His thoughts cut through him—sharp, relentless. The threat. The confusion. The tension waiting for him at home. His marriage… hanging by a thread. Not one problem. Not two. But a stor
“What do you think?”Matilda asked, her eyes fixed on the dress she held against her body, pressing the fabric lightly against her waist as she imagined how it would look on her.“Do you think this will look great on me?”“Wow… you’ve got an eye, you know,” Jerald replied casually.“I bought that d
“Have you gone nuts?” Vivian quickly replied. “Get out right now, before I do something I will regret,” Jerald responded harshly, his voice sharp with anger. As he spoke, he got up from the bed and walked straight toward Vivian, who stood beside the door. When he reached her, fueled by rage, he
Vivian asked herself these questions as she wept—silent, shaking—curled on the floor with her elbows on her thighs and her hands shielding her face. Her back pressed against the couch, her body drawn inward, small, wounded. Eventually, exhaustion took her, Sleep claimed her where she sat. **** Th







