My Ex Boyfriend s Comeback

Rebecca Antonio gazed longingly out of her double-pane window, eagerly anticipating the warm glow of lights emanating from her neighbours' porches during this time of the year. However, she was greeted with nothing but a blurry haze obstructing her view. She played with the hem of her oversized cardigan as she waited in vain for the haze to clear off the glass. It did not. Instead, it seemed like winter had brought its frost right on her bedroom window. It was beyond annoying.

She imagined her fingers cleaning off the frost in her mind’s eye while

The light pierced through her room, illuminating it with colours. A smile grazed her plump heat-shaped lips in response. How silly can I be? She thought. I could easily make a move and do it, it wouldn’t take less than a minute to achieve. Even as the thought crossed her mind, she couldn’t do it.

“There you are.” The unmistakable voice of Alex Antonio rang out from the doorway.

Rebecca took her sweet time turning away from the window to face the brooding figure of her husband, Alex. She watched him cross the threshold, to take a pen from the carved wood an inch away from where she stood.

It was always this way with them. The false display of devotion that seemed to underline their growing distance. These days, Alex barely touched her. He would rather caress ornate objects instead. This time, his cross-shaped pen was at the whims of his caresses. She closed her eyes tightly, willing the random thoughts at bay, while picking at the hem of her sweater.

“Yes, here I am. Is there anything you wanted me to do for you?” She asked softly.

“No, nothing! At least, it’s not me this time. It’s your father.”

The mention of her father, made her heart skip a beat, and for all the wrong reasons. She wished she could pretend that she never came from his loins. But, that could never be achieved. No amount of wishful thinking would make it a reality. The man was as real as air where she was concerned.

“My Father? I must say I’m surprised. What does he want?” She asked coldly, walking towards the bed. She craved to sit so badly, like it could sit-out all the discomfort that rocked her soul at the mention of her father.

“He wants to meet us soon.” Alex informed her easily.

“Why?”

She watched as he shrugged his stiff shoulders. Rebecca knew that Alex didn’t care about her love-hate relationship she shared with her father. All that mattered to him was the million-dollar empire he stood to gain, just by being associated with her family. Yet, she forgot, or maybe she didn’t forget, but was simply looking for an avenue to pour out her feelings.

“He wants you to be more acquainted with your family. In his words, he says it this way, 'I’m tired of remaining single for so long a time. I have decided to take a step of faith by getting married to the love of my life, Marlene. You and Rebecca have never cared about if I live or died but, I hope you will attend this marriage this festive period'.” He finished with a thump, gauging my reactions at every turn.