The bitter lie and even-bitter truth

Evelyn Xavier

I let the water cascade down my body as the tension seizes from my body. I shuddered when the water runs over the bandaged wound. I had gotten it stitched back in hospital.

I didn't want to...but Jackson kinda had coaxed me into this. I hate to admit it... but Jackson could be a better husband than my husband of five years—Alexander.

I frowned at the thought. I sighed in a breathe as I turn off the shower. Get your mind straight, Evelyn.

Just because Jackson knows what you know doesn't mean he is made for you. If he didn't knew the truth...he couldn't even have looked at you twice.

I stepped out of the shower as I wrap a towel over myself. I walk over to the sink. I look at my reflecting in the mirror. I looked somewhat different.

Same brown hair now with a few strands plastered over my face. Same green eyes. But one thing had changed inside me. I frowned, not being able to decipher what had changed with me.

I grab the hair dryer as I start to dry my hair. My thoughts drifted as I stare at my reflection.

To places...I had stopped thinking. I blinked twice as I snapped out of my thoughts.

I shook my head before getting done with drying my hair. I stepped out of the bathroom before heading inside the closet.

It was a massive ass walk-in closet. Too big for my taste packed with designer clothes that didn't even meet 1 percent of my interest.

I sighed as I pinch the bridge of my nose. Just great...and today that stupid bastard decided that I should have dinner together with him and his family.

My eyes drifted around the closet before landing on a black dress.

I mean it looked more like some tiny skirt typa thing but it will work.. hopefully.

I let go off the towel wrapped around my body letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. I started to get dressed.

I glanced at the stitched wound on my side.

Glass shards were embedded deep in her flesh for so long it was a miracle that the wound hadn't been infected till yet.

I scoffed to myself internally. Those glass heads were embedded not from an accident but because of them and their raging anger.

I shook my head, pushing away the thoughts. I got done getting ready. I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I put on some touch up—some eyeliner and lipstick.

I spray on some perfumes before taking a deep breathe. Five years and this will be the first night and first time I will be having dinner with Alexander...alone?

I shook my head slightly before fixing my hair. I took a last look at my reflection score heading out of my bedroom.

I wore flip flops because I don't have time to impress anyone. Just two more months then I can disappear from here like she did.

I headed downstairs before reaching the bottom of the stairs. I looked at the dinning room and there he was...

Alexnder?

Alone...

Just what I needed, great.

I take in a deep breathe before walking over to the dinning room. I opened the door as I stepped in.

I froze for a second because his men were standing near the corners of the room, watching me like I was some thief.

Paranoid bastard.

I looked around the room before settling my gaze on Alexander to see he was already looking at me. Huh? He looked...mesmerized like some deity had descended from heaven itself.

He cleared his throat, regaining back his composure. He stood up as he walked over to me. He looked different...seemed different.

"Ready for dinner?," his tone was cool and measured. His hand found its way on my lower back earning a shiver to run down my spine.

I let him guide me towards the dinning table. I could everyone of his men's gazes on me, watching me like some piece of meat.

The tension in the room was so suffocating. I was surprised that I didn't just walked out of the dinning room the moment I had entered.

Alexander pulled the chair for me and I hesitated for a moment. I mean the person who wanted you dead was acting all gentlemen-likely. It was fair to be suspicious after all.

I hesitantly took my seat befor Alexander took his. The dinning table was long. So long that you did practically have to shout from one end to other so the person opposite of you could hear.

Guess that's one benefit of marrying a rich guy but I still don't know what kind of profession he does nor did I ever care to ask.

The maids brought out the dishes as they laid them out. The center was the food from the movie ratatouille. Don't really remember the name but if I could photo print my memories then I could say it was this.

The main dish was Steak, mashed potatoes, asparagus and some cherry tomatoes with a glass of wine.

The dining room was filled with the clanking of cutleries against silverware.

I wonder why he had wanted to have dinner for two months? I mean he did say it was for family gatherings and to look presentable but why now? After five years why now?