Previously Titled 'Paradise'.
For her entire life, Paradise Hamilton has had no say in her own personal affairs. From a child she had grown up under the strict rules of her Caribbean parents.
But when the day finally arrived for her to wed a comple...
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Omniscient
Atlanta, Georgia
Two Weeks Later
Zahra placed her dainty right foot in front of her left, taking slow strides towards the muffled voice of her husband. For an hour after leaving his wife alone with merely the pair's silk sheets; Isaiah had been locked inside of the adjoined master bathroom whispering in shushed words to the unknown individual on the next end of his phone.
Though after the entire sixty minutes had passed, undoubtedly concern had flooded the woman's mind, and urged her to the man she had married.
Involuntarily her perfectly arched brows had knotted together in confusion as she untangled the words he spoke, forming her own thoughts in the overactive brain she called her own.
"You better not tell her shit Joy."
As if it had come through gritted teeth; the man's sentence left his lips icily, causing anyone with an ear to notice the seriousness laced within his words, and the anger he must have been experiencing in that exact moment. The second they had fallen into the air however, a dead silence followed, forcing a curious Zahra to draw closer to the partition separating herself from Isaiah. She placed a single ear against the white frame, listening closely as the man's words became quieter; almost inaudible.
Though, in the situation she'd been in that very instant, every incriminating clue had been placed before the oblivious woman plotting against her husband, she still had refused to believe that the man she had given herself to entirely would opt to ruin twenty-nine years of marriage for a frivolous moment of lust.
She took a single step back as she wiped a tear that she hadn't previously noticed had fallen from the crevice of her glossy eyes. A low sigh escaped her parted lips as she mentally coached herself to face the man himself:
Isaiah Carter.
When the locks to the French door finally began turning themselves over, Zahra braced herself, placing a single hand against her widened hips when her husband's features had finally met her view. On their own; the man's feet stopped as he took in his wife's aura; knowing for the short time he had been locked away from society; her mood had changed entirely.
He drew in a deep breath as he took a step closer to her, urging the woman to draw the same amount back. Immediately, she lifted her palm to greet his face; stopping the male dead in his tracks for the second time that night.
By then the tears she had been trying desperately to suppress had begun stinging at her eye sockets, begging the owner for their own freedom, the same time thoughts of her husband's adultery had begun seeping into her in-denial brain.
