She was cool as a cucumber, so like Emma to get him all wound up for nothing. She got up walked across the table and gave him a peck right on the lips and walked back to her seat. Leslie stood there, momentarily taken aback by Emma's unexpected display of affection. His mind was still reeling from the phone message, and now, faced with Emma's proximity and allure, he felt a mix of confusion and intrigue. Gathering his composure, Leslie returned the peck with a faint smile, his lips still tingling from the brief contact. As Emma gracefully walked back to her seat, he couldn't help but admire her elegance and confidence. Her off-white silk mini gown accentuated her slender figure, the ruching at the side adding a touch of sophistication. The garment showcased her long, shapely legs, emphasizing her statuesque height, at 5'11", Emma was a tall girl. "Won't you sit down", she asked in her husky, breathy voice Her husky, breathy voice resonated with a hint of mystery, drawing Leslie's a
As the weight of Emma's revelation settled upon him, Leslie's body seemed to surrender to the weight of the moment. His movements slowed down, almost as if time itself had come to a standstill. He sank back into the chair, his eyes never leaving Emma's gaze.Their surroundings seemed to fade away as their attention became solely focused on each other. The air grew thick with tension, each passing second feeling like an eternity. The silence hung heavily in the room, the absence of words echoing louder than any sound.Leslie's disbelief was palpable, his mind struggling to comprehend the reality of the situation.His eyes, filled with a mix of emotions—surprise, doubt, and perhaps a flicker of hope—remained locked onto Emma's. They were windows into his inner turmoil, revealing a storm of thoughts and questions raging within.The atmosphere grew hushed, as if the world held its breath, waiting for Leslie's response. Time seemed to stretch, elongating each passing moment, as he grappled
Vivian decided it was time to stop running. He sent a text to Ted. Giving him a date and time for a lunch date. she would just sit and talk with Ted. Vivian knew something was budding between her and Leslie, she just wanted to protect and nurture it. As she dropped her phone back on her bedside cabinet, she couldn't help but acknowledge one ugly truth. The sexual chemistry between Ted and her was phenomenal, that was what had gotten her into this mess in the first place. She had betrayed her sister because of a man, because of how could good he made her feel in bed. Ted's dick was like military equipment, remembering the last time he had slept with her right here on her bed made Vivian wet. Not letting him enter her house this evening was a good decision, Vivian couldn't stand being too close to that man. She would only meet him in public places, she decided as she snuggled into a duvet. What was still bothering Vivian was that Veronica was still not taking her calls. She had never had
Leslie stood at the front of the room, his heart sinking with each passing minute. The guests exchanged concerned glances, whispering amongst themselves, unsure of what was happening. The room that was once filled with joy and anticipation now felt heavy with confusion and disappointment.As time ticked by, Leslie's mind raced with possibilities. He replayed every conversation, every moment leading up to this day, searching for any sign of what could have gone wrong. But he found nothing that could explain Emma's absence. They had planned the wedding together, shared their hopes and dreams for this day, and now it had all crumbled before his eyes.He reached for his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialled Emma's number repeatedly, hoping for a response. But the phone remained silent, her absence echoing in his ears. The weight of the situation settled upon him, and he couldn't fathom why Emma would leave him standing there, surrounded by their loved ones, with no explanation.As th
As Leslie caught sight of Vivian in her peach A-line gown, a mix of emotions washed over him. He couldn't help but notice how radiant she looked, her flowing hair adding to her allure. He quickly rose from his seat, his movements slightly hesitant yet eager to greet her."Vivian," Leslie said, his voice tinged with a combination of surprise and delight. "How are you?" he asked, his eyes locked with hers. The air around them was filled with an undeniable awkwardness as if the weight of their past encounters lingered between them.Vivian met his gaze, her expression calm but guarded. "I am well," she replied, her tone neutral. She then turned her attention towards Emma, acknowledging her presence. "Good morning, Emma," Vivian greeted politely, making an effort to address her by name. "I hope I have gotten your name right."Emma responded with a sly smile, her eyes subtly assessing the situation. "You have," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Good morning to you too."
Ted's mouth hung open, mirroring the shock that Vivian had experienced earlier that morning.She had deliberately picked a breakfast meeting because she didn't want to run into anyone especially Leslie.Vivian had booked the breakfast meeting with the intention of severing ties with Ted, of moving forward with her life and leaving behind any remnants of their complicated past. She had woken up in the middle of the night with a panic attack. She quickly consulted the calendar on her phone and it was crystal clear based on her calculations that she was one week late. She quickly chalked it off to her hormones but Vivian knew her menstrual cycle worked like clock work. She had immediately ordered for a home pregnancy test. This was about 1 am. She finally dozed off at about 3am after spending the whole time worrying. She was woken up by the courier that brought the package.Vivian's heart raced as she hastily tore open the package that had arrived in the early hours of the morning. Insid
As the words escaped Leslie's lips, time seemed to come to a standstill. The air around them felt heavy with anticipation, and the atmosphere in the restaurant grew charged with a mix of surprise, disbelief, and an undercurrent of raw emotion.Vivian's eyes widened, her delicate features frozen in a moment of astonishment. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a fleeting moment, she struggled to find the right words to respond to Leslie's unexpected revelation.Leslie's heart pounded in his chest as he realized the weight of what he had just confessed. His mind raced, trying to catch up with his impulsive declaration. He looked at Vivian, searching her face for any sign of her reaction, hoping for a glimmer of understanding or acceptance.The room seemed to fade away as the gravity of the situation settled upon them. Their connection, once so full of lightness and joy, now bore the weight of an unforeseen turn in their journey. Uncertainty and vulnerability danced in the air betwee
"Can I call to reschedule, please ?", Leslie had asked, "Yes", she answered, "Please excuse me".Leslie sat there and couldn't stand up, yet again, Emma had left him waiting for her. Leslie finally got up walked to his car and drove away. On. the ride to his office, Leslie's mind was buzzing with a lot of thoughts. Was Emma even pregnant? Why was she avoiding a paternity test? Between yesterday and this morning could she have lost the baby? Leslie was drowning in a sea of questions. Anytime Emma came into his life he always lost something, he had lost his heart to her, and he had almost lost his mind after she had left him waiting for him at the altar, this time Emma had just made him lose his relationship with Vivian. 'No, not again', Leslie said to himself as he swung the car around and found his way to Emma's Airbnb. Leslie's determination to find answers surged within him as he parked his car outside Emma's Airbnb. He stepped out, his heart pounding in his chest, and approach
Hazel EyesAnastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher.Pinnacle Investment Bank was a financial institution of immense prestige and global recognition, making it the epitome of success in the world of finance. Anastasia's excitement was well-founded, as Pinnacle represented the pinnacle of achievement in the world of investment banking, and she was on the cusp of becoming a part of its illustrious legacy.The day began with an unexpected and unwelcome obstacle. Anastas
Prologue Anastasia lay on her luxurious bed in the Queen's suite of a five-star hotel. Laughter and music echoed from the sitting room where her bridal party reveled in pre-wedding festivities. However, she was alone, engulfed in a sea of emotions, her tears staining her meticulously applied bridal makeup.Moments ago, she had been the picture of excitement, eagerly anticipating the moment when she would become Mrs. Anastasia Matthew Smith. Matthew had always been the love of her life, he had loved her completely and deeply just the way she had always wanted to be loved. But now, the once joyous bride-to-be was grappling with a torrent of doubts and despair.As she gazed at her reflection in the vanity mirror, her beautiful lace wedding gown, hand-beaded to perfection, felt like an unbearable weight. Anastasia couldn't fathom how everything had unraveled so swiftly. "How could it have all been a lie?" she whispered to her reflection.Her heart heavy with sorrow, she rose from the bed,
EpilogueRegina and Victor had been through a tumultuous journey, filled with pain, secrets, and betrayals. However, after the dramatic confrontation at Vivian's wedding, something began to change. The shock of seeing Mona Lisa and witnessing the chaos she had caused acted as a catalyst for a long-overdue conversation between Regina and Victor. The events of that day had forced them to confront their issues, and it had become evident that they couldn't keep living separate lives.In the days following the wedding, Regina and Victor spent hours talking and sharing their feelings. It was an emotional rollercoaster, but it was also incredibly cathartic. Regina expressed her hurt, anger, and disappointment while Victor admitted to his mistakes and the pain he had caused her. It wasn't an easy process, and at times, it seemed as though they might not make it through. But what they discovered was that, beneath the hurt, there was still love, a deep and enduring love that had been overshadowe
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue across the expansive garden. It was Vivian's special day, a day she had dreamt about since she was a little girl. The garden had been transformed into a breathtaking paradise, adorned with an array of vibrant flowers, and an elegant white archway stood at the end of a long, flower-strewn aisle. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses, lilies, and gardenias. There was a palpable sense of excitement, anticipation, and joy in the atmosphere as the guests gathered, taking their seats on either side of the aisle.Vivian, radiant in her flowing white gown, stood at the garden's entrance, flanked by her bridesmaids. Her dress was a masterpiece, adorned with delicate lace and shimmering with intricate beading. Her long veil cascaded down her back like a waterfall, creating a vision of pure elegance and beauty.As the soft strains of a violin filled the air, the guests turned their attention toward the aisle. The bridesmaids, dressed i
"Sit down," Regina said firmly as she took a seat on the bed bench, and Victor followed suit, sitting beside her. Regina gazed into his eyes, her emotions palpable."Victor," she began, her voice laced with a blend of disappointment and hurt, "we've been married for nearly forty years. Why didn't you just ask me for a divorce instead? Instead, you put me through years of torment. I can't even begin to explain the psychological torture of sleeping alone most nights while you were with your mistress. Was I that terrible of a wife? And the audacity she has to come here, astonishes me."A heavy silence hung in the room, punctuated only by the tension in the air. Regina, unable to bear the silence any longer, grew frustrated."I need answers, Victor," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness. "Talk to me."Victor sat in stony silence, his gaze averted, as Regina's words pierced the air like a knife. She continued, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness."Vi
The atmosphere by the poolside was heavy with tension. Regina, wearing a worried expression, walked up to Victor, positioning herself between him and Mona Lisa. She spoke firmly, her voice laced with concern, "Victor, can you please tell me what is going on here? What is she talking about?"A hushed silence enveloped the area as everyone held their breath, anxiously awaiting Victor's response. Even the babies, cradled by their nannies, were now asleep.Regina, her eyes locked on Victor's, repeated her question with a tinge of urgency, "Victor, answer me."Mona Lisa, who had remained relatively quiet, suddenly chimed in, her voice full of intrigue, "I will tell you."All eyes turned to her, waiting for her to reveal the mysterious truth that had brought her here, casting a shadow over the joyous occasion.Regina fixed her gaze on Mona Lisa and pressed further, her tone resolute, "Mona Lisa, what do you have to tell me?"The question lingered in the air, and although it weighed heavily o
On the morning of Vivian's wedding, the atmosphere was alive with energy and excitement. The gates were wide open, allowing easy access for the wedding planner and various vendors to enter the garden where the ceremony would be held. The wedding decorators were a flurry of activity, tirelessly working to transform the garden into a dreamlike wedding venue. It was a bustling scene as the team prepared to create a beautiful backdrop for Vivian's special day.Sebastian was summoned to check the door because someone was inquiring about Victor Moore, his boss. In his role as Victor's assistant, Sebastian managed appointments and was well aware that Victor had a free schedule for the day. Victor had explicitly instructed Sebastian to clear his agenda in light of his daughter's wedding. When Sebastian opened the door and laid eyes on Mona Lisa, his expression shifted from professional calm to surprise and uncertainty. Sebastian had been in Victor Moore's employ for nearly five years, startin
At sixty-three years old, Victor Moore was a remarkable and illustrious man. At six feet and three inches tall, he was a sight to behold anywhere he went. His well-built, slender figure radiated strength and energy. His well-manicured salt-and-pepper hair gave him an impression of seniority and experience.His well-defined facial features showed signs of a guy who had matured with dignity. His well-groomed beard and powerful jawline gave him an air of rugged handsomeness. His deep-set, piercing blue eyes sparkled with charisma and intelligence, frequently creating a lasting impact on anyone he encountered.Victor was renowned for having a flawless sense of fashion. He always had a polished appearance, regardless of whether he was wearing a well-tailored suit or more casual wear. His age didn't affect his impeccable posture, which was a reflection of his assured and self-assured personality.Victor Moore was unique in many ways than just his appearance. He drew people to him with his ch
That morning, Vivian had told her that Ted might come over to the house because of the DNA test result. She had decided to go for her post natal appointment with her baby Alexander and subsequently stop over to see her father, Victor Moore. She just wasn't ready for any awkward meeting with Ted. As she finished up at the hospital it was about twelve noon, Veronica drove off to her father's office to see him and kill time as well. when she got to his office she needed to use the convenience urgently. Victor Moore had always been an absentee father, always travelling and barely at home. He had recently come into town to see Vivian's babies, Veronica couldn't count the number of times her father had attended her and Vivian's birthdays for the entirety of their childhood. Their mother never complained and Veronica always thought her mother deserved better. After speaking with her father'ssecretary, the pleasant lady insisted Veronica sit and wait because her father was already in a meetin