All Chapters of The False Facade: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 Laura. "Oh my God, Ellen is crazy." Faith said amidst suppressed laughter. Neither the ongoing TV programme nor the bowl of popcorn on top of my laps, did anything to keep me relaxed. My nerves were far from staying at ease."Can you imagine that?" She glanced at me, before shoving a handful of snack into her mouth. "Why's she asking the poor lady to identify the owner of the chest hair?"Her question must have worked on me, albeit a bit. "Ellen DeGeneres can ask the impossible. You shouldn't be shocked."Faith scoffed, "Yeah, right. Might as well ask who in the fourth century, is your crush."I could have laughed, as that was way hilarious. My tied up gut wouldn't let me cackle all I wanted.And I didn't know why that was happening. I mean, I'd made

Laura"Oh, for God's sake." I grunted. The concealer had failed to do its job– I could still see the ring of green around my eyes. Coupled with that, my hair decided to have a mind of its own. My scrunchie was nowhere to be found, making me go completely nuts. Today's such a bad day for bad hair day!I pulled my tousled hair back and tried to focus on one problem first which was my ghost–looking face. Clearly, that was an apt description, considering the deep gorge of weariness lining my eyes and, the plaster of the out of tone foundation."Stupid makeup." I grumbly pulled out a wipe and swept off the mess I'd created. I opted for a moisturizer and a loose setting powder to hide the pallor.Now the hair.I simply placed a beanie on top, letting my unruly locks rest on the shoulders. Having a beanie wasn't that bad after all, it sure went well

Laura Blake McGregor. Those, kept playing on my mind, refusing to go away. Seriously, ever since I set my eyes on him, I hadn't been myself. Right there sitting in his car beside him, my heart raced, pounding fiercely against my chest. Each time I looked at him, strands of hair at my nape stood. He was handsome and manly and...I could go on and on. No. No no no. I can't do this. I can't fake being his wife. It's just hard. I can't get through with it when he's..he has got the charms. Really, babe. You backing out now? Because of that?"Snap outta it!" I struck my head.There's no way I was going to quit. No way. I couldn't let go of a hundred thousand dollars because of some crappy feelings. Of course

Laura"How long will that take?" That came the voice from the other line."About a year," I replied."What? No, no, no. That's not gonna happen.""C'mon, Mr. Tim." I pled. "Hear me out first.""I can't, not with this crazy idea of yours."I sighed, slouching my back against the wall. How else am I gonna convince him?"How do you expect me to leave the space empty, huh? For a whole year." He continued."That was why I asked you to hear me out first." I rolled my eyes in irritation. "I don't mean you should keep it bare till I return.""Then what are you sayin'?" He asked."I'll be leasing it out and-""Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, tigress." He cut in. "You don't do that here.""Why? There's no harm in leasing my space

 BlakePlease.Please, Laura.Saying those words was a real son of a bitch. In every sense of it. Think about hurling up thick chunks of rocks down from your gut through the narrow passage of your fragile gullet.Excruciating eh?That exactly was what I had passed through, moments ago on the phone. Articulating the alien words was no child's play. They stretched my vocal cords to a frightening extent and rubbed against the walls of my throat.Honest to God, I didn't make that up.I fought tooth and nail to form those words, not to talk of carrying out the main task of voicing them out.Please, Laura. Ha!Despite being a hard nut, I saw myself fervently trying to crack it open. To say them out.It was true nothing o