CHAPTER 1
285 Words
1 YEAR LATER
"Where could Alfie be? Why has he decided to come home late, particularly today? Why is he declining his calls?" I flipped my hands sideways in frustration as I sank onto the sofa, throwing my phone to wherever it chose to go, my eyes fixated on the enormous wall clock that hung on the wall. A picture of me and Alfie hung beside it.
I twisted my hands through my hair as my heart sank deeper. I picked my phone again, putting a call through to Clara, my best friend.
"I thought it was supposed to be your special evening?" the voice teased from the other end.
"This is not the time to joke around, Clara. Alfie is not home yet and he has refused to take my calls. He usually comes home before 6PM, " I retorted. My frustration was evident in my deep sigh.
"That's bad. Have you tried calling his secretary or assistant? "
"He warned me never to call them except for official purposes. Why does he treat me this way? Can't he just look beyond the contract and let's make things work?"
"I hope he comes back soon, else your plan might just not actualize."
"I'm tired of all these. I mean why do I always have to be the one making all the efforts? It's draining."
While still on the phone, the door pushed open and Alfie walked in. He looked round the house in surprise as he let go of the bag he was holding.
For some odd reasons, I felt a sense of relief wash over me as Alfie came in. He leaped forward, his hair rough and he seemed not to notice anything
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