Celine and Franco had been married for a year, but Celine was completely unaware of the true reason behind Franco's decision to marry her. Following the passing of Franco's grandfather, he became more distant and cold towards her. Until one day, Franco shockingly filed for divorce and revealed that he had only married her to secure his inheritance from his grandfather. He even went as far as accusing her of being a gold digger and introduced another woman to her. Driven by anger, pain, and resentment, Celine signed the divorce papers and left without taking a single penny from Franco. She wanted to prove that she was not after his money. Just at that time, she discovered she was pregnant, and she made a promise to herself to protect her child from her ex-husband. After dedicating five years of hard work to building her own business, Celine turn up as a successful CEO, a powerful and influential woman known worldwide. She had risen to power and independently raised her son. However, one day, Franco expressed his desire to win her back and be a father to their son. The question remained: would she allow him to enter her life again?, or would she make him suffer for causing her pain?
View MoreCELINE'S POV"Is that Franco?!"Irene asked, her voice filled with surprise."Yes,"I replied, my voice barely above a whisper."Let's go!" Irene exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the building entrance.What the fuck is he doing here? I thought to myself."Celine, calm down,"Irene whispered, sensing my distress. "Maybe it's just a coincidence.""I don't know, Irene," I confessed, my voice trembling slightly. "You know I thought I was over him, but..."Irene leaned in closer, her eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and curiosity."But what, Celine? Are you still not over him? Are you still in love with that bastard?"A surge of anger coursed through me at her suggestion. "Of course not!"I exclaimed, my voice rising despite my efforts to control it."I could never forgive him for what he did. I hate him more than anything in this world."Irene raised an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of amusement and skepticism. "Oh, come on, Celine," she teased. 'You can't tell me
FRANCO'S POVHarvey's words cut through me like a knife, their weight bearing down on my aching soul. He was right; I had no right to interfere in Celine's life. I had willingly given her up, and she had gracefully moved on, leaving me behind in the shadows of our shattered past.“Hey, are you still there, man?” he asked.A wave of fury surged through me, mingling with a bitter realization that I had no place in her world anymore. My chest grew heavy with the weight of my regret, my heart pounding in a tumultuous rhythm of longing and remorse.In my desperation to calm the storm within me, I dropped the call and sank into the depths of my thoughts.“You are stupid, Franco. Stupid!” I scolded myself. I opened my social media account, my fingers trembling as I searched for her name.What I saw filled me with a bittersweet blend of pride and despair. Celine had blossomed into a successful CEO, her accomplishments shining brightly in the digital realm. She was widely respected in her fie
CELINE’S POVThe air crackled with anticipation, a symphony of camera flashes and buzzing microphones. A sea of faces, eagerly waiting, their eyes reflecting the bright lights that illuminated the stage. This was it. The culmination of years of tireless work, sleepless nights, and countless cups of coffee. Today, CLN, my company, was unveiling its latest innovation to the world. I took a deep breath, feeling the familiar flutter of nervous excitement in my stomach.But a wave of warmth washed over me – the warmth of knowing I wasn't alone in this moment. Irene, my best friend and business partner, was there in the front row, a reassuring smile playing on her lips. She was my rock, my confidante, my partner in crime. I couldn't have achieved any of this without her. "Good morning, everyone," I began, my voice resonating through the hall.A collective hum of acknowledgment filled the space. "Welcome to the official launch of our newest product, the Rejuvenating Explosion. As the CEO o
FRANCO'S POVThe days blurred into weeks. Athena and I become strangers in our house, two figures inhabiting the same space, bound by a thread of mutual resentment.“Franco?” Her voice, strained with a forced cheerfulness, sliced through the morning quiet. I pretended not to hear. The newspaper, a shield held up against her, muffled the world.“Franco, are you listening?”I kept my eyes fixed on the headlines, a dull ache throbbing in my temple. I couldn’t bear to look at her, couldn’t bear the accusing glint in her eyes. She was right, I knew.We had argued for weeks just because of Martha. I want to apologize to Martha and really worried for Connor but i cannot contact her anymore after i dropped the call. I really felt guilty at what I did just because of Athena.“Franco, the plumber’s coming today. You need to let him in.”The newspaper crinkled, a sigh escaping my lips.“I said, Franco,” her voice had hardened, “the plumber’s coming. You need to let him in.”I finally looked up,
I had told him he wasn't supposed to talk to strangers like that man, Franco. But he insisted that Franco was a good man and that he felt he had a daddy when he was with him. I felt a pang of hurt and worry, and I couldn't help but wonder who this Franco was."Mommy, why can't I see Uncle Franco?"Connor asked, his little face scrunched up in confusion."Because, baby, we don't him well. He's a stranger," I said, trying to keep my voice calm."But he's nice to me. He buys me ice cream and plays with me,"Connor protested."I know, baby, but he's a stranger, and you should never talk to strangers," I said, trying to reason with him."But Mommy, I like him,"Connor said, his voice filled with sadness.I hugged him tightly. "I know, baby, but I'm just trying to protect you. I don't want anything bad to happen to you.""But I want to see Uncle Franco,"Connor said, his voice muffled against my shoulder."I know, baby, but you can't. I won't let him hurt you,"I said, my voice firm."Please lis
CELINE’S POVBut the call suddenly dropped and no one answered me from the other line. I frowned and told Martha how come that man dropped the call. "Look, how can i trust him now if he dropped the call?!"I frowned."Look how disrepectful is he!"I added."Madam, maybe there's no signal or he didn't hear you,"Martha insisted."No, he only prove that he can't help. And Martha where did you get his number? Huh?!"I asked her.She told me she met him again and they became textmates, but I'm not convinced. I have a doubt that she let Connor talk to that man again despite my strict order to not talk to any strangers. So, I confronted her immediately."Martha, you know I told you to keep Connor away from strangers. Why did you let him talk to this Franco?"Martha's face paled, and she looked down at her feet. "I… I didn't mean to disobey you, madam. I only wanted to help Connor. He seemed so kind. He said he’d help us. He even offered to find a blood donor.”I questioned, my voice tight with
Connor’s smile faltered momentarily, replaced by a fleeting flicker of confusion.“He’s gone,” he whispered, his tiny hand clutching the worn teddy bear he held.“Mommy says he’s gone.”I was shocked. How could a child so young understand such a complex concept? “I’m sorry, Connor,” I said, feeling a lump forming in my throat.“It’s hard when someone you love is gone.”“But I want to see him. I want to know what he looks like” he insisted, his voice unwavering. I looked at his small, determined face, his innocent belief in the power of his desire. It was a belief that I, with all my years of experience and knowledge, had somehow lost. The world was filled with complexities, with things that couldn’t be explained or controlled. But Connor, in his pure innocence, still believed in the impossible, in the magic of hope.Our conversation was interrupted by Martha's voice calling Connor’s name.“Connor, baby, it’s time to go home!” Martha appeared at the doorway, her face etched with conc
A surge of emotions washed over me—happiness, excitement, and a profound sense of relief.I immediately pulled over and jumped out of my car. As I approached the boy, I couldn't help but smile. He was even cuter than I remembered, with his rosy cheeks, sparkling eyes, and a mischievous grin."Hi there, little man," I said, my voice filled with warmth. "Do you remember me?"The boy's eyes widened in surprise, and a look of recognition crossed his face.“You're the man who almost hit me with your car! Uncle Franco!” he exclaimed.I laughed softly. “That's right,” I said. “But I'm so glad I didn't hit you. You're a very special little boy.”As I reached out to give him a hug, his nanny, a young woman named Martha, stepped forward. "Excuse me, sir" she said, her voice polite but firm. "We're not supposed to talk to strangers.""I'm not a stranger. I met you and Connor last time."I insisted.Martha hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly. "Yes, I remember you"she said. "But I'm sorr
FRANCO’S POVThe next morning, I awoke with a throbbing headache, the remnants of last night's drunken stupor. In a desperate attempt to numb the pain of my broken heart and to forget my problems in the company, I had drowned myself in liquor. I'm also seeking solace from the memories of Celine who had haunted my thoughts since I saw her the previous evening.Five years had passed since I had made the stupid decision to leave her for Athena, my current wife—a woman who had proven to be nothing but a gold digger and heartless shell.As I stumbled out of bed, Athena's shrill voice pierced the morning air from our adjacent bedroom.“Franco, you're a useless drunkard! How could you ignore all those calls from the company? You're supposed to be the CEO, not some incompetent fool!”Her words stung like a whip, tearing open the wounds that had been festering within me for years. I had lost everything that mattered: my love and respect. All because I had allowed myself to be blinded by Athena
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