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“Devon what should I do?” She asked after muting the call. “Take the call.” Devon poured himself a cup of coffee.. He could see Zari was deep in thought. So he took a seat at the table. She looked at him. Her body heaved, again and again. It was time to purge. Zari told Devon. “I agree we can’t keep ignoring his phone calls.” “Yes, so you should tell him goodbye so we can move on with our life." Devon hugged her, and her stomach finally settled. Now she could finally put it all to rest finally. “Hello Evan. Please listen to me first. I'm so sorry, I had no idea not responding to your call for these months would bring you here. I am the biggest procrastinator there is. I'm the type if something is happening today or a problem arises. I tell myself that I will worry about tomorrow. It's the way I have coped with issues by telling myself to deal with them tomorrow. When tomorrow comes, I face something new and have forgotten all about yesterday's concerns. But now that I'm appl
Baby, I'm so happy you are out of that hospital and at home. It's so good to see you smiling this morning. It's been a while since I've seen you this way. You know what? We ought to throw a party. No, I'll throw a party just for you." "Oh honey, how sweet. But I don't know if I'm ready for a party. How about you take me out to dinner." "No way! My wife deserves to be celebrated! How about next weekend?" "I don't know." "I'm going to plan a fabulous party just for you. So don't worry; you won't have to lift a finger. Would you like that?" I didn't answer. "You suppose to answer and say yes, or no?" I knew my husband. But lately, he has been a different man since last month. So maybe he finally believes me and knows how much I want our marriage to work. "Say Thank you, Devon. You are the best husband ever! That would be nice coming from you." Devon stood over me as I lay in bed. "I'm waiting." "I moistened my lips and finally gave in. "Thank you, Devon, my handsome husband," I
I glanced up and saw the taxi driver looking at me in the back seat in the rearview mirror. Granted, I was mumbling under my breath with my eyes closed. "Ms., are you okay?" The taxi driver asked me. 'I should have never come out tonight.' I thought before replying. "But I'm fine, Sir, thanks for asking." The car thumps hard! My eyes pop open as I shout out loud. "What was that?!" I sat up straight. It felt like my already broken heart slammed against my ribs. The taxi driver tells me he had to swerve to avoid hitting a deer, who leaped out in front of the car only a few feet ahead. My purse slid off the seat and onto the floor violently, spilling its contents. Bending over, I retrieved my cell phone, wallet, passport, and a pack of mints. It was plausible that a deer ran out in front of the car. You see, our house is thirty minutes outside of the city limits. Our home was in a lovely area called "Deer Park Estates." I always see Deer grazing on the outskirts of my gardens. "Are
Devon's Deep Thoughts: I lay in bed alone, feeling pathetic and regretful for a second night. My first thought lately when my head hit the pillow every night was always the same. A few swallows and deep breaths held back my tears. For years, women have been chasing me. Not to mention all the pretty wealthy girls my parents have tried to hook me up with. I flat-out refused. Why? Because I was waiting for the one who could turn my soul inside out and make me feel like a new man. Then I found her, and now I've let her get away. I caress the silken sheets my wife loves so much. I'm enticed by her sweet sexy scent embedded in them. Her perfume clings to my pillow. My wife's warm and naked body would be close to mind. The scent of her shampoo, I would recognize that scent anywhere. The sweet smell of my woman is submerged in my brain. My body responds predictably to her nakedness; I am ready to claim her when I awaken to her nearness. All the warm and cozy feelings remain here to remind m
I kept repeating in a state of shock. 'She must be all right. She must be all right. For a moment, it was as if I was watching a movie about someone else's life. Forcing myself to breathe so I could answer the police questions. Then, finally, I said in the middle of answering them. "Oh no! God says it’s not so! Is she dead!?" 'She's not dead, but…." "But what?" "She's unconscious right now, and her head was badly injured. But the doctors said there was some swelling, but they won't know how badly her brain was injured until she wakes up." "I got to go to her." "Yes, but we must ask some questions and explain a few things to you." "What do you need to know and explain to me? I just want to see my wife." "Yes, we know. Were you and your wife separated?" "Why?" "When we found the car, we saw that she had luggage in her car." "Well, a couple of days ago, we disagreed, as most married couples do, and she was going to stay at a friend's house for a few nights." "Well, we do
"How long will she be this way? Well, Mr. Hightower, there is no definite answer to that question. Some people recover within days, and others take months and a year." "When will she be able to come home, Doctor?" "We need a few more days to observe your wife before we let her go home with you. In the meantime, you can visit her as often as possible, so she can get accustomed to seeing you. But I'll main hope is that her memory returns soon." "And if it doesn't?" he asked, worried. "You will need to be strong, but most of all, your wife will need your patients and love.' "Alright, this is so difficult. I feel responsible for this happening to her," he said, hanging his head as tears ran down his face. "Sir, everything is going to be okay." As usual, Devon returned to work at the office with very little sleep from the previous two nights. It's been that way for some time, working on no sleep and little food. He felt riddled with guilt. All he could think about was Zari and all
Wait! Susie, you must understand. She’s still my wife.” I said as I approached a partially opened office door, closing it again. I swallowed deeply. "Look, Susie. I'm not going to cross that line. I know here recently we've had some intimate moments. But that was a mistake on both of our parts. We should have never gotten physical with one another, especially after I had already married someone else, it was wrong, darling, and I apologize for not showing more restraint back then. I think you are a great girl and friend to me, but that's all we've ever been, and I think we should keep it that way. No movement and quiet filled the office. I stood there wondering what would explode next because she refused to look in my direction. "It's because of Zari!" She said my wife's name with a heavy resentment, and I bristled. I stood, shoving my hands in my front pocket as she continued talking with so much malice. "What is it with her? How can you be drawn to someone who can’t even light
The Devon Hightower stood at his North Carolina estate's home. The man had it all; he was tall and handsome, with pale skin and dark eyes in the backdrop of his jet-black hair. He stood there looking out the large window at all his sprawling land as he watched the moon as it glistened off the lake. He sighed as he walked back into the living room and sat down, still holding the half-empty glass of royal crown. He was at wit's end, with his thoughts not knowing who would want to hurt Zari. Sure, he may have had enemies here and there, but not Zari. She was loved by most who allowed themselves to get to know his wife. He thought about Susie. Sure, she's childish and jealous. But would her jealousy make her go that far? Besides, the cops said it was a man they found in the crashed car. Who is he? Was he just some random thief trying to hold my wife for ransom because he knew she had married into wealth? That I will never know until Zari gets well. How silly of me to try and make my wife