Alex’s flashback on the time he just met JasmineThe clinic’s waiting room felt like a prison cell. The walls closed in around me, and every tick of the clock echoed the pounding in my chest. I paced back and forth, my mind replaying the past few months since Jasmine had stumbled into my life. That first meeting, her desperate eyes, and the way she clung to hope despite everything—it all seemed so far away now.The door to the examination room opened, and Jasmine stepped out, her face pale and eyes wide with anxiety. I immediately went to her, searching her expression for any sign of what the doctor had said."Jasmine, what did they say?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.She looked down, her fingers twisting nervously. "I'm pregnant," she whispered, her voice barely audible.The world seemed to tilt around me. Pregnant. The word echoed in my mind, and for a moment, I couldn't speak. I forced myself to take a deep breath, trying to stay calm for her sake."It's going to be okay
Emily's POVI smiled as I walked out of the airport with my luggage, breathing in the familiar scent of the country air that I had missed so much. It felt good to be back, even though my return wasn't entirely under pleasant circumstances.Thoughts of Tyler and Jasmine flooded my mind as I stood there, remembering the turmoil that had driven me to seek refuge in this place. Tyler, the man I had once loved deeply, had turned into someone unrecognizable frantically searching for Jasmine, consumed by a madness that chilled me to the bone. How could he have forgotten me so easily? Jasmine, on the other hand, always seemed to have everything effortlessly fall into place for her. She had Tyler's love, and now, she had Alex too. It infuriated me to think that she could effortlessly enjoy what I had yearned for so desperately.I clenched my fists, feeling the surge of anger bubbling within me. The unfairness of it all gnawed at my insides. Why did Jasmine get to have it all while I suffered in t
Tyler’s POVThe past knocked and I made the mistake of opening it.All I had ever caused her was pain! i could not help but feel a mix of guilt and confusion. It started when Emily and I were about to have our private time, something we did often since I felt estranged from Jasmine.We were in our usual spot, the room bathed in the soft light of evening, when Mark barged in without knocking. His face was a storm of emotions, his eyes blazing with barely contained anger. It was unlike him to interrupt, but the look on his face suggested something serious."Tyler, I need a word,"he demanded, his voice tense.Emily looked at me, her brow furrowed in concern, but I sighed and got up, pulling on my clothes."This better be important,"I muttered, irritation seeping into my tone.Mark led me out of the room and into a quieter part of the palace. As soon as we were alone, he rounded on me."How could you treat your Luna like this, Tyler? She deserves better."I was taken aback by his audaci
Tyler’s POVAs I closed my eyes to sleep, my mind drifted into a deep sleep where I continued to dream about all that had happened and how much I had hurt my Luna, my wife, Jasmine.In this dream, it was at night and I sat in my room, I found myself going through Jasmine's belongings. Her scent lingered on her clothes, a painful reminder of what I had lost. I picked up her journal, hesitant to invade her privacy but desperate for any clue that might help find her. Flipping through the pages, I read her thoughts and feelings, her hopes and fears. Each entry was a dagger to my heart, highlighting how blind I had been to her suffering.There was an entry about the day we first met, how she had been so nervous and excited. Another entry about our wedding day, her hopes for our future together. And then, as the entries progressed, her happiness turned into confusion and sadness. She wrote about my coldness, my cruel words, and how she felt like she was losing herself. The last entry was a p
Tyler’s POVAs I turned to leave in the dream, I heard her speak right there behind me.“He is my husband…”I smiled with tears as she ran towards my direction. The smile was soon wiped off as I felt something piercing through my skin into my heart.“This is for hurting me. Rest in peace, Tyler.”I jolted awake from the nightmare, gasping for breath. I had been having several nightmares about my bad deeds towards Jasmine. The dream lingered, its vivid images and intense emotions haunting me long after I had awoken. The memory of Jasmine's defiant gaze, the woman's desperate eyes, and my own impotent rage stayed with me, a reminder of the powerlessness I felt in the face of my own actions. It was a feeling that gnawed at me, urging me to find a way to turn my anger into action, to make a difference in the real world where my efforts could truly matter.My phone beeped as I went into the toilet to pee. I jingled my dick to make sure there was no more urine and let out a loud fart. I flus
Emily's POVI slowly descended the stairs, each step amplifying the cacophony emanating from the floor below. The noise was insufferable, a relentless barrage on my senses. I hated kids, I always had. Their incessant clamor, their cries and screams, grated on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, the volume seemed to surge, an overwhelming tide of high-pitched wails that set my teeth on edge. I rubbed my temples, hoping to alleviate the headache that was already forming.“Why can they not keep it down?” I muttered though it was more a rhetorical question than anything else.The constant noise in the building was maddening, a relentless assault on my peace of mind. It was the primary reason I loathed children: they had no concept of quiet, no understanding of the value of silence. Their lives were a chaotic symphony of sound, with no conductor to bring order to the din.“I am trying to make them quiet but…” started the babysitter, her voice adding
Author's POVJasmine sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the wall. The house was silent, save for the occasional creak of the old wooden floors. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying, and her mind replayed the nightmare she had been living for the past hours. Her twin boys, only five months old, were missing. The police were doing their best, but there were no leads yet. Every minute that ticked by felt like an eternity.Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden shrill ring of her phone. It startled her, pulling her out of the abyss of her despair. She reached for it with trembling hands, hoping for news, any news, about her boys. The caller ID was unfamiliar. With a deep breath, she answered.“Hello?” Her voice was barely a whisper.“Jasmine, darling,” a familiar and unwelcome voice drawled. Jasmine’s heart sank.“Emily,” she said, her voice filled with dread. Emily, the woman who had once been the bane of her existence. Tyler had cheated on her with Emily, under the
Jasmine’s POVI cried my eyes out as I thought about my twins. They would have been six months old today if only they hadn't been kidnapped. The ache in my heart was a constant reminder of their absence. Each day without them felt like an eternity, and the nights were filled with endless nightmares. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw their tiny faces, heard their faint cries, and reached out only to grasp at empty air.Sleep had become a distant memory, replaced by relentless torment. The nightmare was always the same: I was running through a dark forest, branches tearing at my clothes, the echo of my babies’ cries leading me deeper into the darkness. I could never reach them. They were always just out of reach, and I would wake up, drenched in sweat and tears, my heart pounding with a mother's despair.The house, once filled with laughter and the soft sounds of my babies, now stood silent. Their nursery, filled with untouched toys and unworn clothes, was a haunting reminder of what I