"Scarlett's point of view,"I am on the verge of a breaking point. I've had enough of this pain. Every morning when I got out of bed, I begged God for death. Because the simple way to end all this suffering is to die. He made my life complete misery. Every day at four in the morning, I awoke and did all the household duties. I finished washing, cooked breakfast, and cleaned his house before he got up. I have to arrive at work by 8 a.m. He disgraced me in front of the other staff members if I was even a few minutes late. He treated me like a donkey the entire day and gave me a ton of work, and when I got home at night, I found him sitting at the dinner table. He was always finding reasons to berate me. His mistress assaulted me without provocation, and he did nothing to stop her. It's as if he doesn't care that I exist. Everything changed with that single fake DNA test report. My stomach aches keep me from falling asleep at night. I have trouble falling asleep at night. Even if I w
"Samuel's point of view,"She still isn't back home, and it's almost eleven o'clock. I called her many times, but she never answered. She hung up on me five times. How dare she? Where did she get the courage to end my call? Let her come first; I won't be merciful to her today. "Honey, stop being so angry and come to bed so you can relax." Clara can't sleep without me because she is so concerned about me. What if something bad happened to her? Who cares for her now? It would be great if she died in a car accident. But she's pregnant. My subconscious still cares about her pregnancy. Oh really? Do you still care for her? I am irritated with my subconscious care for her. At Clara's urging, I got off the couch and was on my way to bed. My screen then flashed with Scarlet's call. Before she could say anything, I yelled at her in a rage. She told me about her broken water bag in a very disturbed voice. The due date for her pregnancy is still 20 days away, so I'm not sure how this is ev
"Scarlett's point of view,""Scarlet, how are you feeling now?" "Where are my children?" The doctor's face was the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes. "Tell me how you are feeling right now; they are fine." "I'm experiencing an abdominal ache. Because of the discomfort, I can not move my body." I told her how I was feeling. "Okay, Scarlet, take care of yourself. I'll check on you later." She started walking toward the door. "Where are my kids, doctor?" In a frightened voice, I questioned Scarlet; "Your husband took them." "What? How can he attack me like this? I am their mother. I have a right to see the face of my child. How could he take them without allowing me to even see their faces?" "He didn't even pay attention to us when we tried to stop him." She stared sympathetically at my face. "I'll have to give my milk to my infants since they'll be hungry. My breast is slurping up milk.""Scarlet, don't move your body too much, or you can bleed from your stitches.""
"Samuel's point of view,"Finally, she is no longer a part of my life. I'm now free. She agreed to sign the divorce papers and never tried to reclaim her parental rights to these kids. It's time to meet my mother right now. I arrived at my mother's place with my infants. "Samuel, you no longer possess any brains. Why are you wandering throughout the city with your new babies?" "I'm sorry, Mom, but I had to bring them along since I couldn't contain my excitement.""Where is your wife?" "I don't know." I replied with a shrug. "What do you mean? Where did you abandon her when she needed to be with you right away?" "You already know why I came here, Mom, so don't waste my time." "Samuel, I fully understand why you are here, but until you tell me about her, I won't give you my shares.""Why do you continually worry about her? You should stop worrying about her and start worrying about me because I am your biological son. Is this because you, too, belonged to the middle class like
"Samuel's point of view,""Samuel, are you telling the truth?" "Yes, Clara; I overheard a staff member in my workplace mentioning that she had passed away.""Wow, what wonderful news! She suffers the results of her sins." Clara consumes the food that is on her plate. She is so happy about her death, but something is still indigestible with me. I still find it difficult to accept that she is no longer alive in this world. Why did I give her such a prominent place in my thoughts since she has not been a part of my life for a long time? "It's too late, Clara; let's go home." I checked the time by looking at my wristwatch. "Samuel, I want to enjoy it more. My friends are waiting for me at the club." "However, it is already midnight. I have a meeting early tomorrow morning with a foreign client; therefore, I must get to the workplace early in the morning." I attempted to explain my predicament to her. "I'm not expecting you to spend the entire night with me; you are welcome to go hom
"Samuel's point of view,""Why did you do that? Look how upset Auntie is now." Elena smiled at me as I turned to face her. Why does she smile? Am I telling her any kind of joke? Does she comprehend what I'm saying to her? No way, she's only 5 months old; she has no idea what's going on in the world, so please stop talking to her like she's an adult. She is unconcerned with your feelings and unaware of your difficulties. My subconscious prevented me from talking to her about my issues. But what should I do right now? I don't want to transfer them to the infant care facility. They continue to be considered my babies throughout the world. Clara will undoubtedly leave the house if I don't accept her condition, though. Without her, I don't want to survive. She is the love of my life and everything to me. It still focused on Elena on the dispersed nail paint. She also used lipstick to paint the surrounding area. I have to listen, Clara. She is correct; these children have done nothing
"Samuel's point of view,""Samuel, just thinking about it makes me happy." At the child care center's entrance, she gave me a bear hug. "Anything for you, my love." I gave her a forehead kiss. When I left Elan and Elena in the care unit and exited the facility, they were sobbing uncontrollably. There is nothing else I can do. I must fulfill my wife's request, and every time I see them, I am reminded of Scarlett and her deceit. "We should enjoy this moment." I know what she wants now. She enjoyed every little thing in her life. She loves to party. "I'm sorry, Clara, not today. I have an important meeting.""What is this, Samuel? Why are you always engaged in work? You must take care of me since I am your wife. I seek your care and affection as well." She voiced her dissatisfaction to me. "I'm sorry, love, but I hardly have time for you because of my new projects." "Samuel, that's not good; every time I requested to go to a party with you, you always left me alone. I'm sick and w
"Samuel's point of view,""Samuel, why did you act in this way? Are you now satisfied?" She threw her sandals into the room's corner furiously. "What I did, Clara. Why are you angry so much?" I slid her sandals off my feet and moved closer to her. "You already know what you did, so don't act so naïve. Your presence destroyed my press conference. Now, whatever you did was the cover story in every Bollywood magazine." She used tissue paper to dab her eyes as she sat on the bed. "Don't blame me, Clara; I did nothing wrong; all I did was kiss you in front of the cameras because you are my wife, and I have every right to do so."Why is she so upset about a single kiss? "Samuel, I want you to leave me alone. You are a very conceited man, and I don't want to talk to you anymore. You are already aware of how crucial this press conference was for my movie, but you purposefully sabotaged everything." She shoved me out of the room and shut the door behind me. What this woman wants. Oh my g
"Scarlett's point of view,"One year later, ****"Please get ready quickly, Scarlet; it's getting late." Samuel called out from the corridor. "Samuel, I need your help. I'm not able to handle everything by myself." I dressed Elena. "Scarlet, I sent you out of the office early, so why are you running late?" He came into my room and stared at me, bewildered. "I thought you were her bridesmaid, but you still haven't gotten dressed." Samuel expressed his displeasure to me. "Samuel, stop acting like a typical husband. My circumstance is no secret to you; managing a multi-billionaire company while caring for your twin children is no picnic." I gave him a furious glance. My constant disarray, both in appearance and behavior, was a constant target of his taunting critique. "You want to do everything on your own because you don't trust your husband, even though I didn't ask you to take on too much work at the workplace." Now his mocking gets on my nerves. "Stop taunting me, Samuel. You
"Scarlett's point of view,""Samuel, please take me to the hospital; I'd like to meet Clara.""What? Are you crazy? Do you no longer remember what she did to you?" He inserted his fork into his dish fiercely. "Don't be upset, Samuel; I remember what she did to me.""What makes you want to meet her, though?" "As I have already pardoned her for her transgressions.""What made you so quick to forgive her?" Samuel balled his fist in frustration. "Samuel, it's time for us to forgive her, as she has already dealt with her karma." "Sorry, Scarlet, my heart isn't as huge and kind as yours; you can do whatever you want, but don't ask me to drive you to the hospital." He got out of his chair. "Okay, Samuel, you are not required to accompany me." "Scarlet, what do you mean? Don't tell me you are going to meet that woman without my permission." "You got me correct, my dear husband; I am going to meet her today." "Scarlet, I am not allowing you to go meet her." He abruptly paused and gave
"Scarlett's point of view,""Mama." "Elan, my son." I screamed aloud. "Scarlet, what happened? How you're feeling right now." Samuel's voice reached my ears. "Look, Samuel, I think Elan is right here with me; I heard his voice. Where is my son?" I opened my eyes, looking around for any sign of Elan. "Scarlet, you don't need to worry about your children. Just relax. They're doing fine." Samuel extended a glass of water to me. "Are you telling the truth?""Yes, my dear wife. Our kids are fit and fine. They were waiting for you to wake up right here.""You are lying, that's for sure. I have no faith in you. If they were waiting for me, why can't I see them?" Samuel's word is hard for me to trust because he can do anything to soothe me right now. "Trust me, Scarlet—they were in this room just before you woke up, and they were right here.""No, I'm not going to trust you." I shook my hand in rejection. "Why do you not have faith in me? Tell me why I would deceive you." He grinned
"Samuel's point of view,""Please open your eyes, Scarlet." I gave her a little tap on the cheek to rouse her. She fainted from the fumes. "Harry, she is not opening her eyes; I think we have to take her to the hospital." I turned to face Harry. "Relax, Samuel; she'll be OK in a few minutes. We can't leave until we find your children." I don't know how he can be so calm in this kind of circumstance. As a mafia member, he may have dealt with situations similar to this one daily, but the entire circumstance scares me. "Water." Scarlett's voice reached my ears. "Thank God you're okay, Scarlet." I gave her a happy forehead kiss. "Are we still alive?" With bafflement, she glanced at me. "Yes, we are." I smiled at her question. "Where are my children, Samuel?"It's hard for me to respond to her inquiry. How could I tell her that they were lost now? "Clara ran off with our children. With any luck, Harry could save us.Scarlet, please relax first; we will find another way to find our
"Scarlett's point of view,""Scarlet, are you ready?" He pulled up the automobile in front of a wooden house. "Humm, I am ready." I nodded in accord. "Samuel, please find a good woman and marry her if she kills me today so that my children will never experience the need of their moms." I met his gaze with watery eyes. "Scarlet, don't cry; you won't suffer any consequences. We have no intention of endangering your life; our only purpose is to take back our children from Clara. Apply this perfume all over before you step out of the car." He extended a perfume bottle to me. "Samuel, this cologne smells awful to me. If I apply this scent to my body, I lose control over my vomiting." Smelling the perfume bottle, I covered my mouth to contain my vomit. "I know it will be hard for you to tolerate the scent of this perfume, Scarlet, but I was in a rush and only found this flavor. Please, don't throw up." With an imploring look, he asked me. "Please don't give me these puppy eyes; I'm us
"Samuel's point of view,""Samuel, could you please tell me what's going on now? Why did you take me inside the house with so much caution?" She regarded me with suspicion. What do I tell her now? I'm afraid she won't believe me if I tell her the truth—that her life is in danger. She is still unaware of her enemy. She believes she has no enemies, but she has entirely forgotten about her animosity with Clara. "Samuel, why are you silent? Please respond to my query. I want to know who kidnapped my children." She grew anxious to learn the identity of the kidnapper. "I'll tell you everything in detail, but first, Scarlet, please calm down." She would undoubtedly not believe me when I told her the truth, but I could no longer keep this a secret from her because of her restlessness. "Samuel, don't put too much pressure on her; she isn't ready to accept the reality." I was almost ready to spill the beans when I was interrupted by Harry's warning about Scarlet's pregnancy. "Which truth a
"Scarlett's point of view,""Where are my kids, mom?" He looked in our direction. "I left them in the passenger seat; check properly. They are going to be there." Jenny gave him an anxious response. "No, Mom, I searched all over for them and couldn't find them.""What? Samuel, what are you talking about? Where they can vanished from the locked car?" Anxiety caused Jenny's once-luminous face to turn blue. "Where are my kids, Samuel? Please find them; if they are lost, I will not be able to survive." I turned around to check on my children. "Scarlet, please don't cry. They are safe; we will find them." Samuel attempted to comfort me. I had missed them throughout my entire trip. I was looking forward to meeting them with great anticipation, but now I'm devastated. "Samuel, you take care of Scarlet; I will go find them nearby." Jenny left us to find Elan and Elena on her own. "I want my kids, Samuel.""Let's go home, Scarlet; we'll find them." After three hours of searching, we we
"Samuel's point of view,""The flight is about to land, Scarlet. Please wake up." To rouse her, I shook her hand. "Samuel, please give me a little more time to sleep." She shifted her face to the other side to get more sleep. She dozed off the whole way. I was bored while she was asleep. I sat here and watched this sleeping beauty. I felt horrible for my erroneous behavior as I thought back to our old memories. Why couldn't I see her innocence? But I'm glad I was able to fix my mistakes. Everything in our lives has been resolved now. Our journey together, which began with a forced marriage, is now undertaken with care and affection. I wanted to have a conversation with her, but she was sound asleep, oblivious to anything around her. She didn't seem to be interested in eating when I tried to rouse her up for breakfast. She is constantly a sleeping panda during her pregnancy. It's my fault that I kept her awake all night long-not her pregnancy, this time. She begged me last night t
"Scarlett's point of view,""I can feel their eyes on us, Samuel." He's busy flying his rocket within me, but I'm not loving it. "Who's watching us now?" He ceased his thrusting inside me and cast a bewildered glance at me."the starfish and other sea creatures." I gestured at the starfish, clinging to the glass ceiling. "You are so witty, Scarlet." Upon laying eyes on the starfish, a smile spread across his face. "What makes this so funny?" I showed him a disapproving look. Why did he chuckle at everything I said, I don't understand. "That starfish will not tell anyone about our romantic encounters, so don't be concerned and let me win your stamina challenge." He pushed inside me once more. "Aha! Please, Samuel, be gentle." His desire is what drives his reckless behavior. You questioned him, so now you have to deal with the consequences. My subconscious mocked me. What should I do now? Because of the incredible heat he generated with his touch, I now can not quench my raging