~Dante~ I had so many opportunities to tell Lola how I felt. I wasn’t brave like the 16-year-old me. When I told her I’d be her Prince Charming and she’d be my princess when she reached the age of consent, I meant it. She kept the promise and valued the promise. She never complained when she saw me with my latest flings. She was there for me, hurting and wishing I would one day remember our promise. It’s not like I didn’t remember the promise. I couldn’t tell her how I felt. I just couldn’t. I had a reason to leave work early because I had someone waiting for me. She was there to celebrate every achievement with me. She was my rock. If only I had been bold enough, she couldn’t have left. If only I had told her how I felt on her prom night. If only I had come clean on our dinner date. I was so stupid. I would take her on dinner dates, wanting to tell her I loved her, but those three words wouldn’t come out. I wasted time, and the ifs don’t matter now because I lost her. I lost my smile
~Martha~ “Emily, do you know why I summoned you here?” “Not at all, ma’am.” “You are a family doctor, correct? And I know that the information I am about to request is confidential. However, the future of this family is at stake. You’re going to tell me what happened to my daughter on her wedding day.” I breathed out, “Everything.” “I’m sorry, Mrs. Monroe, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to share that with you.” “Lola vanished, and she didn’t leave a note or anything indicating where she was going. Do you realize that if something happens to her, you will be held accountable? What if she is alone and sick? And you are refusing to disclose to me the information I have just requested?” Emily and Dante are the only ones who know what happened that night. I have asked Dante, but I can see through his lies. He is my son, but I know very well that he is the reason my Lola left. Emily is my last hope at this moment. Emily may not know where Lola is, but I am certain she is aware of what
~Lola~The drapes allowed some light from the sun to shine through. It was obvious that the overcast weather of October had not yet lifted from the landscape. I struggled to keep my eyes open as the bright sunlight beat down on my face since I really needed more rest. The loud blaring of the alarm, on the other hand, prevented me from getting any more sleep. I slowly sat up in bed and gazed around at the unfamiliar surroundings while I was in a haze. Where exactly am I? I scratched the back of my head and took another glance at the environment. It took some time before I finally registered that I was at my new residence in Ozark. It’s strange how difficult it can be to readjust to a new environment right away. I couldn’t help but crack a smile at the prospect of a fresh new day. I made my way up to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to see whether I needed to go out and get some groceries. Of course, I did need to go out and get some groceries, but before I could do that, I wante
~Candice~What is happening at the moment is, to be honest, beyond my comprehension. Did Dante sleep with Lola? Why does he persist in not divorcing Lola despite the fact that Lola signed the papers to end their marriage? Did they really sleep together? Could Lola really betray me in such a way? I mean, I have never doubted for a second that Dante felt love for her, but I also never imagined that he would do something so inappropriate. To put it another way, they were friends. What exactly is going on here? I’m sure I’ve done something to make Dante hate me right now, but I have no idea what it is. If it turns out that that whore Lola had an affair with Dante, then I solemnly pledge to God that I will make her rue the day she was born. Nah, she couldn’t have slept with him. She doesn’t love him. It’s possible that she left because Dante finally confessed his love to her, but that’s not a given. She turned down his advances, right? I know that he always chants her name each time we hav
~Lola~The mansion was illuminated by dazzling lights, which were complimented well by the view of the mountain and the ocean. I took advantage of the fall’s crisp air by standing on the balcony and appreciating the season’s change. I was staring off into the distance while holding a cup of coffee in my hand, and all I could make out was the reflection of the light from my home on the water. I grinned and smelled Dante’s hoodie. There is still a whiff of him here. While I was reading a book to the little children, I drew up a chair and sat down. The cool wind touched my face only lightly, yet it was enough to bring down the temperature of my overheated body. I looked at the time on my wristwatch before heading back inside to continue my sleep.The following morning, when I had finished making breakfast, I made the decision to search for the nearest hospital in order to begin my prenatal care. As I made my toast, I was busy searching online for the nearest hospital, and I found one tha
~Lola~The scorching sun, resembling a rapacious despot, carelessly let loose its lethal heat upon the waves of the ocean, which was then followed by a chilling breeze from autumn. I was standing on my balcony and staring off toward the horizon as I did so. The balcony has now become my favorite spot. I stood by the balcony as the gentle breeze blew the seemingly endless dunes further and further into the distance. In the dry Ozarks, waves of hot air mingled with the seasonal chill, causing sandstorms that occasionally blocked out the sun itself. These storms were caused by a combination of the season’s natural coolness and the hot air. As I gazed lower down, the earth took on the color and appearance of sand, which, on a nice day, I would have liked nothing better than to run my bare hands through. I heaved a sigh of relief and reached for another book to read. But as I continued to read the book to the babies, I noticed that I was beginning to feel a bit chilly, so I moved to a seat
~Lola~I turned my head to look outside the window. In addition to the heavy rain that was falling, the wind was howling, and then a violent bolt of lightning suddenly erupted in the sky. The weather was becoming increasingly dangerous. I sat up and pulled the blanket over my head. I had the impression that I wasn’t the only one in the room. I whirled around to face two of my new friends. I turned my head in every direction. I was in bed, but not mine. I looked at the two people who were busy examining me as though they were all doctors. Even though my mouth was parched, I was still able to speak.“Where am I, and how did I get here?” “What time is it?”Why is June here? Where am I really?As I continued to examine my surroundings, I realized that I was not in a hospital but rather in a house that was not mine.“My house,” Mason announced at long last.Why am I dressed like this, and how did he get into my house in the first place? Who took off my clothes? I glanced at the clothes I w
~Dante~The search for Lola has not shown any positive results so far. It seems as though the entire universe is conspiring against me. I lied to her and failed to keep my vow to be hers even after we were married. I looked at the time, and it was getting close to lunch. I arranged my table. When I turned around, I heard that someone had knocked on the door.“Come in!” I ordered. Then the woman who was responsible for my plight walked in.“Hey, babe, I reserved a table for us at your favorite restaurant.”“And that is?”“Mike’s.”“Well, that’s not my favorite restaurant. What made you think it was my favorite?”“Dante, I don’t know anything about you.”“That’s because you are not my wife. I said, making sure to stare her in the eye the entire time.“Dante, can you please tell me the truth?”“And that is?”“Did you sleep with Lola behind my back?”“Am I obligated to give you a report every time I make love to my wife?”“Dante!”“In case you were wondering, the answer is neither once no