The Lying Agreement

Present Day (10 months after the wedding) "I know you're not really in love with each other. I know he just married you because you had to pay your father's debt." The words echoed in Samara's mind. Almost a year ago today, she got married to one of the world's richest and old money heir, Paul Huntington. Because she had to pay father's gambling debt to his friend. Samara understood and wanted to keep her agreement with Paul. It was only going to be a year, with no other attachments, no responsibilities, and just act in front of everyone. And since their agreement was coming into an end in a few weeks, she decided to finish it herself. She started writing letters to all of his family members whom she definitely got close with within the year. It was the only farewell she that let her avoid questions and stop her from leaving. She hasn't talked to her 'husband' yet but she suppose that he would be happy because he'd finally get a chance again with his one great love, Naomi Wade. She met up with Naomi a couple of days and their conversation was an eye-opener to her. She finally remembered what they truly were. Nothing but a marriage of convenience. They had to end one way or another. And while Samara could feel a slight tug on her heart while she was packing her things, there was little debt left to pay and she planned on doing it with what she earned from her work. She regretted all her choices. She should've just run away on her wedding day. If she did, there'd be no need to be entangled in this love triangle that just makes her feel as a barrier between two people in love. "Are you sure?" Samara's best friend, ask her. "Yes, I am. I'll—I'll just send him checks for the remaining amount of the debt." She spoke while she frantically packed all her clothes in the bag. "But are you really going to be okay?" "I will be. I now have a stable job, I've got you and Tommy. I'll just disappear. Without a trace." Samara's other friend Tommy—Thomas, helped her out and promised her one of his private jets to disappear far from Europe. She planned to be maybe in South America or Asia. Just away from the damned family. "Can I stay with you for a couple of days?" Samara sat on the bed with her. "Of course you can, honey. Andre and I will drive you out to our lake house so you can lay low there until you fly out." "I'm so sorry about this. I know you're occupied with the new baby and all that and I'm being such a pain—" Samara said, referring to the three-month-old daughter of her best friend with her husband. "Don't worry about that. I've got like five nannies for my child. I'm all yours now." Rachel said to her. "By the way, have you spoken to him after you've mailed the divorce papers?" "No. He hasn't been home since I told him I met up with... But no, we haven't spoken since. He pretty much outright refused getting one the last time I mentioned it because the agreement's not over." "Well, don't worry. Andre's men will keep you safe and hidden. I know my husband's not a billionaire yet, but he's getting there. And he'll help us out." "Hoenstly, thank you so much. You know how much I hate asking you favors." "I know." Rachel assured her and they hugged each other. "Can you stay here for a minute? I have to go to the bathroom." "Alright. I'll go call home and check on the baby." Samara sat for a long time on the toilet while she talked to herself. "Okay. Maybe I'm just not feeling well. Maybe it's just hormones. Or... Pre-menstrual symptoms." She said while she fanned herself. "Hey, who are you talking to?" Rachel knocked on the door. "Sam, are you okay? Can you please let me in?" "Hold on." Samara exhaled for a few times before she open the door hesitantly. "What are you—" "Oh God, please be false. Please be false." Samara grabbed the end of the stick tightly while she closed her eyes as she waited for the couple of minutes to end. "Oh my God." She said as she viewed one of the three tests she took. "Are these pregnancy tests?" Rachel finally spoke after inspecting what she'd been doing. "This can't be true." Samara grunted. "Is it? Are you..." Rachel came closer to her to view one of the tests. "Maybe it's just a false one. I've taken a false one before—" "No, no. They're all..." Samara sobbed as she showed Rachel the rest of the sticks. "This changes everything. Oh my God! I'm going to be stuck here forever." Samara cried loudly while she sitting on the toilet seat. "Honey, calm down. Deep breaths, okay. We'll get through this. You'll be okay. I've been through this before." "I can't have a baby, Rach. I can't do this! I just want to escape." Samara desperately said. "Okay. Let it all out. Process it as long as you need to." After she'd calmed and quieted down, Rachel was the first one to speak. "Do you plan on telling him?" "Hoenstly, I have no idea what I have to do. I don't even know if I want to keep it. And if I do, I pretty sure wouldn't want her to have a father who loves another woman." Samara murmured. She looked defeated and tired. "I understand. For now, just do whatever you feel's right. If you want to go, let's continue packing. You can't think straight here. Let's go to my house." After they left the bathroom, Samara asked her to go down to her car first. She said that she left something inside the huge house. Samara slowly and quietly took off her wedding band first. She then removed the beautiful and expensive diamond engagement ring. She hasn't decided what to do with her situation first. All she knew was that she was done with all the lying, to each other, and to their families. She couldn't care less about the marriage. She wanted to be free of the agreement. After all, this wasn't part of it. Neither of them anticipated everything that happened. He definitely wouldn't appreciate a new surprise when he should've been moving on into his first true love. And forget she ever even existed. "It'd be like it never even existed, in the first place." It was what they always said about their marriage. Their agreement. "Goodbye, husband." She laid the rings on the made bed, and closed all doors behind her. She has no idea what was going to happen. But if she had to forget about him and fulfill her own end of the agreement, she had to get away from him, the house, and everything their marriage touched.