The Web Of Deceit

"Do you take Mr. Brian Martin to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Brenna searched through the eyes of the man she had finally decided to call her own. After several months of hanging out, she needed no soothsayer to tell her where her heart belonged; it was almost as though it had been written in the stars.

"Yes I do." Breanna had pronounced on that faithful day. It still felt like yesterday, the memories rushing through her head, still fresh like she ever wanted it to be.

Few months after her wedding, things hadn't been quite the same as they used to be. Brian, her beloved husband, whom she had shown affection had been acting strange since they got married.

What was far more intriguing was the blistering connection she was seeing between Brian and her mother.

Brenna reminisced over a particular moment in her honey moon, where she had found her mom ringing Brian, while he was in the bathroom.

At first it looked awkward, but she simply waved it as a mother in-law, checking up on them.

However, it never ended there.

These past weeks, Brian rarely stayed at home. While he had been hiding under the guise of working, Brenna couldn't help but think there is something going on somewhere, even if she couldn't place a finger to it. Her intrusive thoughts would be halted, by the sound of the doorbell.

Getting up to her feet, she moved towards the door, checking through the peephole that had been placed on the front door. It was a familiar face and more than ever, Brenna needed that comfort and upliftment of mood.

"Girl! Where in the world did you keep your phone?" It was Amelia, her beloved friend and the only one, who seemed humane enough to check up on her.

"Probably left it in silent mode here." Brenna stated, fully exasperated, as she slumped to the couch. For a few second there was silence and when Brenna would bring head to look at Amelia, she half-yelled.

"Amelia! I told you, stop staring at me like that." Brenna explained, holding her chest and trying to maintain her breathing pattern.

"I was observing you. Everything don't seem quite well with you dear friend. What's the matter?" Amelia questioned, as she dropped her phone to the other side of the couch and crossed her legs together, placing her focus on Brenna.

"What does your time say?" Brenna questioned, as she watched Amelia check her wrist watch for a second.

"Uhm, a quarter to seven?" Amelia replied, still yet to comprehend where Amelia was heading with the whole statement.