All Chapters of Till Worlds Do Us Part 2: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Francis looked at me. "Don't tell me you believe everything that girl said?""Well, you didn't tell me why I shouldn't believe her." I told him."Because she's some poor girl from a poor city looking for a rich opportunity to change her life." Francis said. "It seems I fell into that trap because of a one-time moment of weakness.""One time, so you did actually do it."He looked away, like he felt disappointed in himself. "Yes. But only once." "Francis, are you lying to me?" I asked staring him directly in the eye. He held his gaze until he shook his head. "No I'm not lying." "And how long ago was it?" "I don't even remember." He said running his hands through his hair. "But it was a long time ago. Like begining of this year maybe." "That is a long time ago." I said, nodding. 

Their flat was a one bedroom flat. They had an open planned kitchen. The kitchen was small and the sitting room was clustered. The couch and sofa too close to the coffee table. Their TV was small, an old make. There was dirty dishes on their kitchen counter. “It was your man’s turn to do the dishes yesterday.” Uma said when he noticed me staring at the kitchen counter. “You can have a seat.” I squeezed between the couch and sofa and then took a seat on the couch. “I’ll be back now.” Uma told me, entering the room and quickly coming back out. “Uhm, I know in your country, when someone visits, you are supposed to offer them alcohol but unfortunately Dan and I don’t drink.” I smiled politely. “I’m actually good.” “No, I can go buy it downstairs. There is a liquor store righ

“Genesis.” Omar was following behind me. I was literally running down the stairs. When I reached the third floor I felt Omar pull me by the arm. “Omar.” I warned. “Can you give me a second?” He was panting. “What?” I said, sounding so hopeless. “Did you actually mean everything you told Dan?” “Which part?” I asked bluntly. “The part where I told him how so much better Nathan is than him, or the part where I told him how much he means to me?” Omar blinked, clueless, not knowing what to say for a second. “The part that you said you would marry Nathan.” “Yes.” I said. I was no longer thinking anything over. I was upset. Angry with Yoké. I was probably going to regret this later but right now I didn’t even want Omar doubtin

I phoned Leticia that morning. We put the call on loudspeaker and both Nathan and I were talking to her. She was so happy. Telling us that it would be as big as a wedding. I told her that I wanted it to be huge and that she could do what ever she wanted on that day. We decided to make it on Saturday. It was only four more days until Saturday and then things would get hot, messy. I knew that Alice would invite Dan, if cause, since he is all she sees these days. And when he invites Dan and Dan sees me with Nathan, it would drive him insane. I was going to make sure that he really gets jealous. I would do whatever it takes, as long as it means that at the end of that night he would be begging me to not marry Nathan. The rest of the day, I spent the day in bed with Nathan. We watched a couple of movies and then he told me that he would spend the night. Nathan and I both have clothes at the mansion and at my apartment. Obviously it's normal for some of my clothes to

I sat in dad's chair just staring at him literally stress. He had his hand to his chin and he looked thoughtful, thinking about what I had no clue. I just hope that what ever was going on in his head right now was more about the scammer and not the hacker.The phone on his desk ringed. "Yes?" He picked up. "Oh..." I paid close attention. I hope that Steven won't be available anytime soon, at least to buy me more time to think of what I would do. I don't want to bring Dan back here. In fact, he wouldn't even want to set foot here again. It would just create chaos. The workers on the floor where he was working obviously know him. "So he can only come down here tomorrow?" Dad said. Yes! Tomorrow was in just a few hours but at least I had a little time to figure out what I would do. "12 o'clock? Alright. Clear my schedule for 12 tomorrow." Dad was saying. "Give me at least 2 h