Faye looked out the window to the view downstairs. A beautiful young man with the kids playing in the grass. There was almost no difference between him and the children. They looked so innocent that it subconsciously made her smile. A part of her wanted to go down there and join them but she knew better as her husband, Dylan walked into the room with a frown on his face, dismissing the presence of his wife like she wasn't even there and just like that he took a shower and went to bed. It was his routine on Saturdays but she felt he was doing it on purpose. She didn't know when it all went wrong but she had done all she could to keep this marriage but it just wasn't working.
Faye looked down again and regret flashed through her eyes. If only she hadn't been greedy... That person would still be her's at least he won't treat her like a ghost... An instrument. With a sigh she went to lay down in her own bed, yes they lived in the same house and the same room but on different beds. That night she dreamt about the times they used to be together and a little smile lit up her face.
The following week was uneventful, and the usual, she sits at home starring out of the window till the one who pleased her eyes and heart was dragged out by the children to play with. Everyone in the household loved him since both parents were gone except the step mother and son whom she was already married to. The mother and son duo hated him for no comprehensive reason but Freya understood it was out of jealousy. After all she found out that her husband wasn't an offspring of the father but only the mother and the actual father wasn't even known. Oren, was the only biological child of his parents and would obviously inherit a lot of not all of his father's properties and this has kept them in edge. If only she could turn back the time, she'd make a different choice. She thought Dylan being older than Oren would inherit a lot of the old man's wealth switched sides by slyly approaching Dylan who for the record was a handsome young man but with no brains at all! He was spoiled... a brat! Whose mother told him what to do at all stages of his life. A manipulative bitch who made life easy for her child but a living hell for her step son Oren, who was everything and better in everything than her son and that Freya believed rubbed her the wrong way. In truth, Oren was a creation that the creator took time to create. He always made people stop and just stare and one ends up smiling when he smiles cos he smiles with his whole face, straight from his heart. When he cries, it breaks the heart even the universe seems to know. Intelligent, cute beyond reason and very caring to a fault. He never retaliates and never speaks bad about anyone and just hold everything inside even when it hurts. Dylan was only taller in height than he is, that was it. Dylan was such a dumb guy that all it took to get him to marry her was to sleep with him and pin a pregnancy on him. With his mum being faster than her shadow saw it as an opportunity to have a grand child before Oren who would inherit whatever Dylan got from his step dad!
Thieves!
It disgusted her but she wasn't any different. She only wished she had known about him being the first son then things would be better cos she knew she would have done everything and anything to make sure he got his father's properties plus the fact that she was in love with him. She loved him dearly. She couldn't stand to see him hurt. Suddenly, Oren who was downstairs got pushed and he tripped and fell. Freya unconsciously sprang up... Worry written all over her face, she was about to rush out when she saw a maid, very pretty, rush to Oren's side to check on him.
"Oh my, are you ok? Are you hurt?"
Oren smiled at her and stood up
"You're bleeding!"
"It's just a scratch, nothing serious".
Freya clutched the window frame concerned. It could get infected if it wasn't treated and she saw him give her a little smile which made her blush. Of course Oren was oblivious to the effect he had on people and so she totally understood how the maid felt and she knew that look, after all, she had been there, but did she like it, no! Hell no! Oren was her's and no one else! She should teach that maid a lesson she thought, fuming. But first, she needed to check on him. So she got a first aid box and sneaked downstairs to an isolated part of the house. Yes, he didn't live with everyone, he was isolated from the whole mansion but his part of the house was still decent with his own staff to carry out his instructions and how they loved him! He interacted with them freely but the older ones among them could feel his sadness. Everyone knew what was going on in the household but no one had the power to question the authority in the house.... Dylan's mom.
Making sure no one saw her, she snuck into his room and that was when she saw something she hadn't seen in a long time... It made her throat dry and her core wet.