Book cover of “Two Wives“ by QueenVie

Two Wives

  • Genre: Romance
  • Status: Completed
  • Language: English
  • Author: QueenVie
How far can you go for love? Emory Meredith Grant grew up living a luxurious life and could buy everything she wanted. She loved a man who was not fit and had nothing to be proud of in life. But she still wanted to be with the man she loved. But destiny had their relationship tested. The ship they were in sank due to a strong storm. Unfortuna... 

Chapter 1. Queensland Island

“Can I help you with that, Miss?” Carding presented to me.

“I’m okay, thank you.”

I ignored the weight of the hand-carry bag I was carrying while looking up at the two-story house in front of me.

“If you still need anything, just call me,” he said. Patiently standing at my back.

“I’m okay, Carding,” I said.

“Then I will leave first,” he said goodbye.

There I turned to him holding the hat in both hands. The line marks on his forehead define how old he is. Plain shirt and black jeans pants, just simple as it is.

“Thank you, Carding.” I smiled at him.

I snatched my wallet from the shoulder bag I was carrying and took a thousand.

“Here it is, your fare home and your expenses as well.” I reached ten thousand pesos.

“Oh, ma’am! it’s too big, then I’ll take the bus home.” His hand is against shame.

I glanced at the car parked in the garage. I would not have sent him so that it would not be difficult for him to get back, but it was urgent because I was worried about what I might get here.

I smiled at him, “It’s nothing, it’s really for you and your family. You’ll call when you get to Queensland Island,” I said again.

“Oh, thank you again for this.” He hesitated for a moment before his lips parted, “What am I going to say to your mother when I get home?”

My lips quivered at his question and thought of a good reason. “Say, I’m just on vacation and have a prior business meeting.” I smiled at him.

“Alright. I’ll go again. Take care, senorita.”

I just nodded and looked up again at the two-story house I had rented for a month. I started to step to turn the door open.

I first rolled my eyes inside and lowered my hand-carry bag on the white tile flooring. The red carpet was on the center of the living room overlaid with the sofa set, while the flat screen TV hung at the wall beside the cool fan. The ceiling is pure white like the walls and some parts of the house. Chandelier was well hung at the front of curved line stair case giving elegant and simplicity of the house... I traveled along the road to the dining room, where the wooden table and a soft pair of chairs are place on the left side of the room.

I walked towards the kitchen again. Again the simplicity and the elegance appeared in the kitchen, very modern yet not old fashion, just right to move properly.

And the best part was the mini-bar counter on the right side of the kitchen. The flute glasses were hung at the top while the wine bottles were at the side. I decided to sit in the high chair and pulled out a brand of wine.

I opened it and immediately guessed the glass for it to smell while rotating in my hands before sneezing. I raised the bottle of wine and I found out how old it is based on its taste.

I remembered my friend said... The more it gets older the more the taste is better. But I do not agree with that. Most wine does not better with age but foremost most wines are made to be enjoyed even when you are alone. We often talk about wine and its different flavors and how you sign it based on the taste when we go out together.

So I thought of calling him. I snatched the cell phone from my pocket and dialed his number. In a few moments he answered.

“Hey, hey, hey! Look who’s calling?!” I heard his grin on the other line. I slightly shook my head because of his arrogance.

I sipped the glass before answering. “It’s not funny, Elwood,” I said.

“Come on, Emory, how was your trip?” I heard his softly grinning over the phone.

“Stop pushing it Elwood,” I said in a distant voice.

He used to call me by my second name which made me so embarrassing. I am not used to being called by my first name, besides he is the only one who tends to call me that which I am very annoyed with.

“Oh calm damn!” He mocked at me and eventually I laughed vigorously.

“Shut up,” I said again, I just don’t want to hit him.

“Okay back to the topic, how was your trip anyway?”

“I just arrived, drinking a glass of wine and feeling the scenery of the house.” My voice sounding so bored while my eyes wandered around.

“Hmm, sounds good? Do you want me to come over and accompany you?” he spoke in a low baritone voice, a very dead serious voice.

I grabbed my nape and pulled it slightly and closed my eyes. “Maybe some other time, Ellie, I need to take some rest,” I uttered.

“Hmm, much better,” he mumbled, releasing a heave deep of sigh at the phone.

“I’ll call you when I fix everything here.” I answered again in a tired voice.

“Alright, just take good care of yourself, lock the gate especially the door and window.” He instructed me.

“Yes, thanks Ellie.” I couldn’t help but smile at his instructions.

“Good girl,” he quickly said.

After that I cut the line and completely drank the wine in the glass. I went upstairs and checked the rooms. Two doors were enough for me, after all I was alone here.

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