Getting up from the bed was so stressful but the three times beep on my phone didn't let me relax my nerves, I had to get up grumpily from the bed to reach my phone.

When I pulled the phone out of my bag, the screen light came up, it was then I noticed the text that had dropped which was the reason for the beep.

I looked through the notification bar and noticed that the text was from a number I didn't have on my contact list. It also didn't come across to me like a number that I could know. I quickly swiped the phone open to go through the text. It reads

“The issue between you and Jameson is just one of love and hatred, it could be settled out of the courthouse, also remember that if Edwards had really loved you, he would have remained with you, and even if he tries to help you now, he still doesn't love you, he knows what he wants and he might get it because you're playing into his hands”.

I paused after going through the message thinking of who it could be that knew about me and Jameson tussle over a factory and even thought to text me about it.

“Maybe it could be his attorney”, I mumbled. I didn't bother to place a call across to the number instead I thought about how whosoever it was knew Edwards so well to think he wants something in return for helping me get at Jameson.

“Who could this really be”, I asked out loudly as no one was in the room with me. While I thought deeply on who the sender was, my sister Alice swung the doors of my room open and marched in.

“Hey sis”, she giggled, “Edwards had been asking for your personal email and phone number, I was just about sending them to you when I remembered that you were home and thought to let you know”.

“Edwards, really”, I chuckled, responding to her, not because I was excited but because I was surprised that Edwards and my sister were communicating.

“Yeah, Edwards”, she cheered.

“I didn't know you were friends with Edwards”, I added.

She smiled briefly and said “Humm, we ain't really friends, I only took his phone number after he stood in for my friend Chloe at the station when she was beaten up by some random street guys at the club”.

“He helped the police get the boys arrested and made them remit some money for Chloe's hospital bills”.

“That is really nice of him”, I admitted.

She smiled sheepishly and added “Why did you two break up actually?”, her question caught me off guard and hadn't it been that I was already on my bed, I would have been thrown off balance.

“That's not what we should discuss now Alice”, I managed to respond to her.

“Okay then, so why does he want your email and phone number again”, she added further.

“He didn't also ask you to interrogate me, did he”, I snapped at her as her questions were getting on my nerves.

“No, he didn't”, she responded not smiling as she did at first, her first clenched as I spewed my answers at her and for the time being I knew she was excited with the way I waded off her inquisition. But that's my life, and I shouldn't be telling every poke noser about my personal space even if it is my sister.

I forced a broad grin on my cheeks, it will help reduce the growing anger boiling in her. She scoffed and mumbled “Huh, I'm giving him the email and number then”, and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

As she slammed the door, I sighed and resumed resting my back on the soft mattress, my phone still clued to my hands. Seconds after she left, she walked back into the room with a paper sheet in her hand, which she placed on the bedside stool.

“Here is his number, you should send him your email address yourself”.

She walked out just immediately as she dropped the paper without turning to see what my reaction was.

I laid still on the bed for some minutes before getting up to have a light bath, and to prepare to meet Edwards. My eyes stumbled on the paper Alice placed on the stool and I thought to give Edwards a call and also forward the text I got earlier to him.

I picked up the paper and dialed the number written on the paper on my phone. I then placed a call across. It rang for a few seconds, I wondered what he was up to. It rang for some seconds and hung up and he didn't pick the call. I had to dial the number the second time.

For the time we dated, he would always pick up calls just after two rings, but this time it was taking longer than I had expected.

After a few rings, the call went through. “Hey there, may I know who is speaking”. His throat gulped as he spoke, like he was sipping from a glass.

“Edwards it is Zina”, just when I was done speaking, I heard a female voice in the background mumbling “Baby, drop the call, it's an unknown number”.

It looked like they were in the middle of something and I suddenly interrupted. The voice in the background resounded with so much softness like it was deeped in moans and pleasure.

“You didn't tell me you were married Edwards”, I blurted.

“Hey Zina, nice to hear from you over the phone”. The lady didn't relent but pestered Edwards even the more.

“Do you want me to leave?, drop the call now”, the lady in the background voiced out sharply, this time, her voice didn't maintain the coziness with which it began at the onset.

Immediately I hung up the call and threw the phone on the couch close to the bed head. My heart began to beat fast with boiling irritation.