His wife. The woman who he married for seven years. She walked in. She was the dirty star. The celebrated celebrity with net worth that cost millions. She walked inside stellar like she owned the place, her stride slow, graceful, almost arrogant. She clad..No, barely covered; Short crimson gown that stopped before her knee, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her neckline curved too low— deliberately, styled. Amos's world toppled. For what seemed like a heartbeat, his surrounding faded, his vision narrowing on her. The hall hailed her name. And she actually smiled. Like she was used to it. Behind her was her bodyguard, pushing back the crowd. Cameras flashed on her face. The hall screamed her name like she is as a blessing they'd long expected. Wasn't she the same woman..his wife who had spoken about commitment and decency? He blinked once. Then twice. As though he was seeing the impossible transform into reality. Rose, their smart six year old daughter. W

Lisa's laughter rang sharp like thunder slicing through the room. She threw her hair back, diamond earring glinting in arrogance and mockery. "You think you call the shot here, Huh," She sneered, rolling eyes on Amos. "You think you're the man now because you know stuff I kept away, and because of that you think you can scare some shit out of me? Divorce?" She waved at the paper like it was trash, her laughter drifting across like spear. "You think this entire thing mean something to me? marriage?" She gestured at the minimalist apartment vaguely. "I never loved you Amos," She just said it. Like it just dropped. Like she had been holding back the explosion all along. Amos felt as though a knife had just twisted his gut. The woman he'd devoted all his life to, loving for seven years of his life. He thought they were on a good note, but this was more horrible than a bad note. She'd never loved him. "I thought together we could build something together, but everything is illusi

Silence settled in the apartment of Bobo flex like dust settling after the storm but the tension was just rising.Bobo Flex gaze burned on Amos. Dauntless shit. No guilt. No remorse. Just unfiltered hatred and anger that reddened his cheek.Still on her seat but boiling, Madam Janet's eyes burned on Amos like ember— smoking hatred and disgust.She stood up in the silence and sneered. "You, Amos, you have the guts to talk about who's a father, " Mock Sarcastic dripped in her tone. "You're speaking smart for a man who shouldn't even be called a man talk less of being a father..." A paused after the blow.Her finger waved at Rose like he was a filth. "Now take a look at her," She said. "You're making a hapless girl suffer because of your poor life. Should a man like you even have that gut to have an erection, and not to talk about you c*ming to bring her into your messy world. " Amos's expression faltered slightly, the words hitting him harder than any blow. He wasn't man enough? Th

Beep. beep. beep... The continuous beeping sound rippled though the otherwise quiet room. The wall was painted white, the temperature cool and cozy, making the ambience a mix of wealth, and a room of survival. At the corner of the room is a bed with a man laid face up, seemingly unconscious in a white hospital wear. An IV tube snaked to his arm, passing in blood into his body. His right leg was wrapped with a bandage. Clean and professional. Amos Voss. Amos' finger twitched at the side, then his eyes gently fluttered open. He squeezed his eyes shut against the harsh ray of the roof light. Again, he opened his eyes, recovering his sight to see a white roof. The smell of antiseptic hit his nose, sharp.His eyes narrowed in confusion. This... The roof was too clean to belong to Bobo flex cramped apartment. Was this heaven? And the smell in the air was sharp sterile. It wasn't the usual smell of dust and smoke. "Where am I?" He mumbled, his thoughts spiralling. Amos pushed him

It was the kind of place she'd always dreamed of— The kind of place that snatches the breath and holds it. It was the empire she built far away from her husband... ex-husband with her dirty secret.The parlour, high roof, important from foshan looks like a grand place ripped out of a magazine. Furniture that screams expensive taste settled on the glimmering floor like they were beaconing on the queen to sit upon. Tiny pieces of crystal from the empire chandelier scattered light on the floor.But the queen, the star. She was inside her room. She just stepped out of the bathroom, stark naked, steam curling into the air from her body. Her hair dripped to the floor after the morning bath. Even, her room looks like some sort of mini-empire— A gigantic bed that looks like a throne sat at a corner, contrasting the threadbare nonsense she'd been managing with Amos in the cramped apartment.At another corner is a polished wardrobe harbouring clothes that could pay ten times her former rents