Henry.
I walked into the room after contemplating on what to say to her, my steps halted when I saw the miserable position she was in.
She was my wife, after all, so I really get the pleasure of seeing something as delicate as her suffer?
Yes.
That was the answer to my question, Gwen deserves everything happening to her and maybe even more. If she hasn’t been such a cunning biitch who only wanted me to herself, then she wouldn’t be in this position today. She wouldn’t be here sitting with her hand on her head and crying softly if she didn’t make that drastic decision years back. And I wouldn’t be here trying to haul more insult at her for trying to be herself.
“You walked out on me, Gwen?” I asked. My hands were clenched by my side.
Slowly, she raised her head up and stare at me with tears in her eyes. Trust Gwen never to hold a grudge, regardless of what you’ve done to her, she wouldn’t hold it against you. Instead, she’ll be looking at you like she was a god who doesn’t sin and that always makes me mad. Why would she act like that when she was the most corrupted soul in the world? She was the sinner here, not me.
“What else do you want me to say Henry?” She asked, then wiped her tears off.
“You have to apologize, Gwen.” Her head snapped up immediately, her eyes widened in disbelief.
“What?” She asked.
“You heard me Gwen, you have to apologize for your rude behavior earlier. I won’t seat back and let you disrespect me and my sister like that ever.”
She opened her mouth to speak but shut it again, Gwen closed her eyes and then opened them. When she looked at me I saw that same fire from years ago burning in her eyes.
“I won’t apologize for something I didn’t do wrong, Henry,” she countered.
I sighed and ruffled my hair, since I didn’t come here for this, I decided to let it go.
“I won’t dea-l with this now, but when we are back, go get dressed we are going out.” I stated and turned to leave, but her question stopped me.
I didn’t want to turn but there was just something in Gwen’s voice that pulled me closer to her.
“W…where are we going?” She stuttered, and even without looking at her, I knew that she was surprised.
Holding the door knob, I glance at her then said, “don’t ask any questions Gwen, just do as you are told. Get dressed and come downstairs in twenty minuts.”
On my way to my room, I met little Jasmine coming out from her room. From her unkempt look and wet hair, I could tell that she was unsuccessful in giving herself a bath.
“Daddy!” Her face lit up as she sees me.
“I couldn’t take a shower by myself.” I smiled, holding back my laugh.
“Alright come on, daddy is going to help you with that.”
“Really daddy?” She asked, and I noticed a flitting look of disbelief in her eyes. My smile dropped a little, I know I haven’t been there for her, but it’s hurts if your daughter or son doesn’t trust you completely.
“Yes Jas, come on now we don’t have enough time.” We walked back to her room and I looked around her Disney princess styled room, which was always clean courtesy of Gwen.
I took Jasmine to the bathroom and turned the tap on the bath tub on, I made sure it was warm before taking her dress off and dipping her in it.
…….
Okay, I take my words back.
Bathing a little child, especially this daughter of mine isn’t easy at all. I wonder how Gwen does this every time.
“Daddy, don’t do it like that.” She complained, and I took my hand from that place.
“Why?”
“Because mummy doesn’t do it this way.” She pouted.
“Alright My Princess.” I teased and tickle her belly. She squirmed and giggled.
We were done with her bath and I brought her out wrapped nicely in a pink towel, I dropped her on her bed.
“What will you like to wear princess?” I asked going through her tons of clothes in her wardrobe.
Her room door opened before she could answer, and quickly Jasmine was down from the bed and rushing to her mother’s side.
“Mummy!” She squealed, hugging her legs.
“Hey there, little munchkin, how are you doing this morning?” She asked, picking her up.
“I’m fine, mummy. Daddy gave me a bath.” She reported pointing at me.
“Oh really?” Gwen looked at me but quickly took her eyes off.
“That’s nice.” That was all she said.
“I would like to wear the same dress as mummy.” Jasmine requested.
“Okay, Your dressing is coming right up.” I gave a dramatic bow, earning a laugh from her.
While picking her dress I glanced at the both of them occasionally, they both looked so cute together, and I sometimes wonder if I do fit in their picture.
Gwen. In no time, we were out from the house, and I can confidently say that this was the first quality family time we have had in years. Henry rarely has time for us, he was either occupied with his mistress or engrossed in his company affairs. My heart swelled with joy upon seeing the gleaming expression on Jasmine's face; one glance was enough to tell her exhilaration for this outing. Witnessing my daughter radiate happiness like this was my ultimate goal; she was my greatest source of pride, after all. The drive seemed to be longer than I anticipated, and I couldn't help but wonder where Henry was taking us. Despite my polite inquiries, he refused to say anything to me, he was too preoccupied with making calls and barking orders at whoever was on the receiving end. At one point, I chose to remain silent and enjoy this rare opportunity to spend time with Henry… peacefully. Jasmine was beyond thrilled and couldn't stop talking; she bombarded us with questions every time we passed
Standing there with a shattered heart, I observed the pair in front of me. My thoughts wandered, wondering why Henry would bring us to this place when he knew his lover would be here. Why did he even take the time to be with us when he knew he couldn't be fully present?I tried to calm my racing heart and consider my options: should I go back inside to meet jasmine, or approach the two of them? After much contemplation, I decided to confront them. As I approached, it became clear that they were engaged in a heated argument. Henry's body was tense and alert, while the woman was the one doing all the talking."What's happening here?" I inquired, focusing my gaze on Henry and pretending not to see the lady next to him."Perfect! It's great that she's here, Henry. Why don't we fill her in on what's going on?" She sneered.I turned to Henry, but he refused to even acknowledge my presence. "Henry, why are you here? Jasmine has been looking for you," I said, trying to brush off the woman's c
Gwen.Throughout the car ride home, Henry remained silent, completely disregarding my presence. But I paid no mind to it; I knew it had become his preferred course of action. We arrived home just before dinner, and I carried the sleeping Jasmine out of the car. I turned to Henry, who had not bothered to come out."Are you not coming in?" I inquired. Sometimes I wondered why I even bothered with him, but he was my husband after all."No," he replied before turning the car around and driving off.I stood there, watching the car leave our home, for a long time. I only went inside when Jasmine stirred in my arms. I first went to her room and laid her down on her bed. I removed her dress and tossed it in the laundry basket. Then, I grabbed a damp towel and wiped her body, knowing she wouldn't sleep comfortably with a sweaty body. After that, I dressed her in a light nightgown and left the room once I was certain she was comfortable.Thankfully, Sheila was not around. It was a double stroke
Gwen's life flashed before her eyes as the word “divorce” echoed in her mind. She couldn't believe it. Henry was divorcing her - no, he had already divorced her. All that was left was for her to sign the papers, and that thought terrified her. Struggling to control her breathing, Gwen looked at Henry. He was staring at her like he was looking at something other than a person. “What do you mean, Henry?” She asked, still unsure of what she heard. “Don't tell me your ears are broken as well?” He sneered.But Gwen didn't have time for his taunts. If he wanted to mock her, he could do it later. Right now, the situation was far more serious than he could imagine. How dare he think he could divorce her whenever he pleased? When they signed the marriage certificate and exchanged vows, he promised to be with her until death did them part. So why was he suddenly bringing divorce papers to her?“I still don't understand what you're trying to say, Henry,” I said, picking up the papers from th
Gwen. I was right when I said that Emily was nothing but a slut, and she will continue being one. Henry knew it was true, but he wouldn't admit it. I mean, who would? Who would sit quietly and let someone insult the person they're in love with? As much as he tried to deny it, I was right. We became silent for a moment, both of us looking at each other straight in the eyes. Neither of us spoke, but with the tension and quietness around us, one would think we were preparing for war. He looked away and pulled back, his eyes staring at me as his nose scrunched up in disgust. “You'll sign those papers, and I swear you'll do it today.” I scoffed. So this was his way of avoiding the subject. But guess what? I wasn't done. “Do not try to avoid the subject here, Henry. We both know that she's the cause of whatever rift we have between us. She is the reason your daughter had to spend countless nights waiting up for you. She's the reason you abandoned your family and left us to stay in th
Gwen. The next morning, Henry was up, and his side of the bed was cold when I woke up, which meant that he had left many hours ago. I sighed, but didn't let that trouble me. My gaze peered at my little sunshine who was still sleeping beside me, a smile graced my lips, and I marveled at how peaceful and cute she looked even in her sleep. While sitting there lost in my thoughts, my mind went back to the conversation we had last night. “The divorce.” Henry was so persistent about it, and I wondered why I didn't give him what he wanted last night. I mulled over it last night while pretending to be asleep, there was no need to fight for him when I have already lost the fight. It was clear as day that Henry didn't and doesn't belong to me. He wants a divorce, so why not give it to him? He can go stay with Emily and his little family for all I care. I was done taking his bullshit and his tantrums, done hoping he would one day change his mind and be with me fully. Like they say, everyone
Gwen.Loud chatter and laughter filled my ears as Jasmine and I made our way downstairs. My brows furrowed as I couldn't help but be curious about who that was. My heart ached when I heard the hearty laughter again. Something in me snapped and all I wanted to do was to get that person to shut their mouth. They shouldn't be happy when I'm so miserable. Everyone should be sad because I am. Call me petty, but that's how I think. Taking the last step, Jasmine let go of my arm at the sight of her father. “Daddy!” she rushed to his side. He seemed to be in a more jovial mood because he picked her up and peppered kisses all over her face. I looked around, and my heart dropped when I saw who was here with him. It was his mother and his naughty sister. “Good morning, Mum,” I greeted, trying hard not to roll my eyes. What the heck was she doing here? I thought she wouldn't be back for another week. Why was she here? She didn't answer me, only narrowing her eyes at me. My breath seized wh
Henry. I would have to admit that divorcing Gwen wasn’t and isn’t part of my plans for her. I wanted to make her stay in this unbearable marriage miserable for the rest of her life. If she thinks I’m someone whom she can easily manipulate and use to her advantage, then I was going to show her that Henry Baldwin isn’t one to be messed with. But then Emily ruined that plan—well, I won’t completely call it ruined because she gave me one of the best news since we have been together for years. Turns out, Emily wanted to announce her pregnancy to Gwen the other day at the park, and it took all of my willpower not to let her blabber. The confusion and curiosity on Gwen’s face was one thing I loved. She was utterly curious and would want to know about something even though that particular thing was dangerous. So, after dropping Gwen and Jas off, I drove back to Emily’s house, and that was when the real deal started. Emily told me about her being pregnant with my child. Was I elated or sh