There was so much to eat as the things she saw on the table were just tips of the iceberg. Micheal asked in addition, setting in before her eyes the dining table could barely fit everything. She knew they wouldn't be able to finish everything in two days. There are so many varieties of things and according to the kids, Micheal had single handedly made everything. Yvonne love good food and perhaps because the trio knew how much of a big deal it was for her when Micheal assisted in making anything. She just loves seeing him in an apron and the attentiveness he puts into preparing food for them. She usually eats till her stomach screams at her to stop.Micheal was saying something about how she had woken at the perfect timing and other engaging topics, but she will cautiously ignore him and address an answer to his question into a sentence for the children and just like that, he brushes him off and avoids talking to him or meeting his eyes.Soon, Yvonne sat at the table, her gaze fixed
Yvonne froze for a moment, startled by the simple observation. She forced a smile, turning to Lily. “Oh, I just—” She faltered, feeling the weight of her daughter’s gaze, so innocent yet so piercing. “I forgot, sweetie. I’m sorry.”But even as she spoke, her hand moved to push more food from her plate onto Lily’s, as if by reflex. She couldn’t seem to bring herself to eat, her appetite drained by the tension she was trying so hard to ignore.Jack, always the more observant of the two, set down his fork, his small face serious. “Mommy,” he said quietly, “you didn’t eat Daddy’s food. You’re giving it to us.”Yvonne’s hand stilled again, caught mid-motion as she transferred a piece of chicken to Jack’s plate. Her heart skipped a beat at the quiet accusation in his tone, the innocent truth that cut through her like a knife.“You told us to always say thank you when someone is kind to us,” Jack continued, his voice steady and calm, “but you didn’t say it to Daddy this time. You’re not happ
Yvonne’s footsteps quickened as she tried to retreat into her room, her mind whirling with unresolved emotions. Her heart ached, not just from Micheal’s deception but from the thought that he, of all people, had kept something so essential from her."Yvonne, wait..." Micheal’s voice carried a mix of desperation and guilt.She stiffened, her hand already on the doorknob. "I don’t want to hear your excuses, Micheal. No explanation will change what you did," Yvonne said firmly, keeping her back to him. "You know how much transparency means to me... You knew, and yet you chose to hide who you are."The weight of her words hung in the air, raw and heavy. Yvonne had no intention of letting her walls crumble, not after what she had just learned. She felt trapped between her hurt and her love for him and the kids. It was suffocating.Micheal's hand reached out, gently but firmly, wrapping around her wrist before she could open the door. His voice, low and pained, made her heart falter. "Yvonn
Micheal shook his head, “You're going to lock the door like you did the previous night. Baby we have to discuss this.” he said with reluctance, unwilling to let the problem fester. “I will wait for you.” She said and he nodded before leaving the room to check on the twins who just as they had claimed were studying. “Daddy, did mommy forgive you?” Jack asked, their hopeful eyes staring up at their father. “She wants me to check up on you. I will go to her now and we will talk, so don't worry, okay?” Micheal said and the children nodded. Micheal kissed their foreheads before returning to Yvonne’s room. She had stepped into her room, but the door wasn't locked. He heaved a sigh of relief and immediately walked in. Yvonne’s thoughts were spinning as she stood before Micheal, her emotions tangled in a web of doubt, anger, and longing. The night before, lying in bed alone, she had tried to convince herself that she would be okay without him. But the truth was that she missed him—miss
Micheal’s shoulders sagged, and he took another step closer, as though the physical distance between them was too much to bear. “Yvonne, it was never about keeping it from you forever. I just… I didn’t want to lose you. I was afraid that if you knew, you’d walk away before I had a chance to show you how much I care. I worry you wouldn't be able to handle the fact that David works for me. I could fire him if you want but I know you, baby. You wouldn’t want that. You will rather distance the source than to allow that and I can't lose you. I will lose my mind if you walk out of my life, baby.”His voice softened as he reached for her hand, pressing it to his chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath her palm, but Yvonne could feel the vulnerability in his gesture, the way his fingers trembled slightly as he held on to her. “You, Jack, Lily… you’re everything to me. I was ready to give up everything else just to be with you. If I have to, I’ll dump the company, give up the luxury, and live
Micheal’s heart raced at her words. Relief and excitement coursed through him, making his pulse throb in his ears. “I promise you, baby, from now on, no more secrets. No more hesitation.”A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he gazed at her, overwhelmed by her forgiveness. He hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Can I kiss you?”Yvonne’s cheeks flushed with warmth. “Don’t be dramatic,” she murmured, tilting her head slightly, but before she could finish her teasing reply, Micheal’s hands cupped her face, and his lips crashed against hers with a force that left her breathless.The kiss was raw, hungry—desperate. His lips devoured hers as if he'd been starved of her touch for years, not merely a single night. Yvonne’s entire body trembled under the intensity, her knees weakening as Micheal pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. She could feel the heat radiating from him, igniting a fire in her that she'd been trying to suppress since they had fought.She moaned into his mouth, he
Yvonne lay breathless against Micheal, her body humming with satisfaction as she tried to calm her racing heart. Her legs still trembled from the intensity of their lovemaking, but the heat between them had yet to dissipate. She could feel Micheal’s desire for her still pulsating, his hands tracing her curves as if he couldn’t get enough.His lips moved to her neck again, placing feather-light kisses that sent shivers down her spine. “I want you again,” Micheal’s deep, husky voice rumbled against her skin.Yvonne’s breath hitched, her body responding to his words, but she managed to muster the last shred of self-control she had left. “Micheal…” She whispered, trying to sound firm but failing to mask the tremor of desire in her voice. “We can’t… the food, the children…”He groaned softly, his hands sliding up her sides, teasing her already oversensitive skin. “They can wait a little longer, baby. I need you again.”Yvonne gasped as his lips found hers, kissing her deeply, igniting the
After their eventful meal, Yvonne stood up from the table, smiling at the children who were happily finishing the last bits of their food. She glanced at Micheal, who met her gaze with a soft smile of his own, and then looked back at the table, noting how much food was still left."We should store the rest of the food," Yvonne said, her tone light but firm. "No sense in wasting it. Plus, we can have it later or tomorrow."The children immediately perked up at the prospect of helping. Lily clapped her hands together excitedly. “Can we help, Mommy?”Yvonne’s smile widened. “Of course, sweetie. We’ll all do it together.”Micheal leaned back in his chair, watching his family with contentment as the kids jumped into action. Jack grabbed the plastic containers from the cabinet while Lily began collecting the dishes from the table, making sure everything was done just like their parents always did. Yvonne chuckled at their enthusiasm and turned to Micheal, her eyes gleaming. “You too, Mr. La
The house felt like a tomb. Silent, suffocating, and filled with ghosts of emotions Yvonne couldn’t name.She had locked herself in for days, refusing contact with the outside world. The mere thought of facing reality made her sick to her stomach—literally. Every meal her mother forced upon her barely made it past her throat before nausea clawed its way up, rejecting the sustenance she knew she needed.She was wasting away.Her reflection in the mirror had become a stranger—sunken eyes, hollow cheeks, a shadow of herself. And yet, she couldn't find it in her to care.Because how could she?How could she pretend to be okay when the one person she had given her trust—her safe place—was the very reason her world had collapsed?Michael.She had once whispered his name with reverence in her heart, with an aching sort of longing she never dared admit to him yet.Now?Now it felt like a curse.She should be grateful, right? Fate had played a cruel joke on her, but in the end, she hadn’t los
A few hours after David’s arrest—outside the police station.Sammy stood stiffly by the station’s entrance, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she watched the doors swing open. David stepped out, his expression set in a tight scowl, flanked by his lawyer.She had done all she could. After failing to secure help from the company’s legal team, she had arranged a private lawyer for him and stayed with him through the exhausting process. But it hadn’t changed much.Yvonne’s father had opened a case against David, and while there wasn’t enough physical evidence to detain him, the investigation was ongoing. David had been warned—he could be summoned at any time.Just as David took his first breath of fresh air, a furious voice cut through the tense atmosphere."You used my daughter."David barely had time to react before Yvonne’s father stormed toward him, each step fueled by pure rage. His cane tapped harshly against the pavement, his other hand pointing a trembling finger straight at
A lot had happened that day.Micheal had barely left the twins’ room when he received an urgent call from his personal assistant, Sandra. The moment he answered, her voice carried a mix of urgency and disbelief.“There’s chaos at the company, sir. Something big happened early this morning.”Micheal frowned, gripping his phone tighter. “What kind of chaos?”Sandra took a deep breath before delivering the bombshell.“It’s about David… He was arrested.”For a moment, Micheal said nothing, his mind processing the unexpected turn of events.Apparently, Yvonne’s father hadn’t been able to stomach the full scope of what his daughter had suffered. And unlike before—when he had turned his back on her—this time, he had taken action. He had wasted no time in seeking legal justice, making sure David paid for what he had put Yvonne through.The arrest had sent shockwaves through the company. Employees had been left speechless, watching in stunned silence as one of their highest-ranking executives
The Twins' Innocent ConfrontationAs soon as Micheal left the twins' room, Rebecca took a deep breath, regaining her composure. Now that she knew the truth, her purpose had shifted—this wasn’t just about being a temporary nanny anymore. She was genuinely ready to care for the children in Yvonne’s absence.With renewed confidence, she approached the twins, a warm smile gracing her lips."Let’s get you two ready for school."But the moment her words left her mouth, she noticed a familiar exchange of glances between Jack and Lily—silent yet unmistakably purposeful, like they were communicating without speaking.Then Jack turned his gaze to her, his small brows furrowed. His voice, though soft, carried an unmistakable weight of accusation."Why did you lie to Mommy?"Rebecca's heart skipped a beat. The innocent yet mature expression on their faces made her falter, the sheer seriousness of their demeanor contrasting with their adorable features.She swallowed, suddenly feeling exposed unde
A Father's RedemptionThe embrace lingered for a few precious moments, a silent exchange of love and reassurance before Micheal kissed the twins' foreheads. He pulled back gently, his hands cupping their small faces as he gazed into their wide, trusting eyes. Before speaking, he subtly wiped away the remnants of his tears, determined to steady himself."What I want you two to know is that your mother loves you so much," Micheal said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of his emotions. "She was super sad and sick when she thought she lost you two. So, have it in mind that she would never, under any circumstances, leave you again."Jack and Lily nodded, their tiny faces etched with a seriousness that melted Micheal’s heart. He would have smiled at their cuteness if not for the crushing despair that lingered in his chest. What he was about to say next mattered more than anything.He took a deep breath. "So, what I want to say is… if you two want to go to her now, she won’t say no. But
The Weight of Truth The morning light filtering through the curtains should have felt warm, comforting even, but it did nothing to ease the cold tension hanging in the room. Rebecca’s finger hovered over the call button, her pulse quickening as she struggled to think of another way to handle the children’s sudden withdrawal. The silence from the twins was suffocating, their usual bright energy drained into something distant and unreadable. Just as she was about to press the dial, a deep, weary voice stopped her. "Don’t call her." Rebecca jolted, her grip on the phone tightening. She turned swiftly, her gaze landing on Micheal, who stood at the doorway, his face shadowed with exhaustion. His usually sharp eyes were dim, weighed down by sleeplessness and something much deeper—regret. Without another word, Rebecca ended the call, slipping the phone into her pocket as she stepped aside. She recognized the authority in Micheal’s voice; this was a conversation meant only for him and his
The night stretched on, thick with unease, shadows pressing against the walls of Micheal’s home. He sat in his dimly lit study, the amber glow of his whiskey swirling in the glass he hadn’t taken a sip from. His hands clenched the armrests of his chair, knuckles white from the pressure.He was drowning in emotions too intense, too suffocating.Anger, at the sheer audacity of David and Sammy—the realization that Yvonne’s misery had been orchestrated for a business deal.Confusion, at how he had been placed at the centre of it all without his knowledge.And above all else—fear.Fear of what this truth meant. Fear of the possibility that he had unknowingly been the reason Yvonne’s life had unravelled. The woman he loved. The woman he had vowed to protect.Was he her nightmare?He wanted to reject it, to push the thoughts away, but they wrapped around his mind like chains, dragging him deeper into torment.He needed answers.If his mother had orchestrated this, then she was not above lyin
The room was thick with silence—so heavy it felt suffocating. The air itself seemed to pause, unwilling to carry the weight of Yvonne’s confession any further.Yvonne had just summarised everything she had been through, leaving out the fact that Micheal happened to be the man who had been the catalyst of her horror. The man had unknowingly become a tool to ruin her life.Across from her, her parents sat frozen, their expressions carved from pure shock. Her mother’s lips trembled, her eyes wide and unblinking, while her father’s face had lost all its color, drained of warmth, of disbelief, of every ounce of composure he once held.Two minutes passed. Not a single word was spoken.Then, like a fragile thread snapping under unbearable tension, her mother let out a heart-wrenching sob. She clutched her chest, shaking her head as if she could somehow will away the truth. Tears streamed down her face, and with a broken cry, she lurched toward Yvonne, wrapping her in the fiercest, most despe
The moment Yvonne stepped through the grand gates of her family’s estate, a heavy weight settled onto her chest, pressing down like an invisible force threatening to suffocate her. The sight of the familiar stone pathways, the towering oak trees lining the driveway, and the grand house standing against the twilight sky—all of it should have been comforting. But instead, it shattered her. This was home. The place where she had once felt safe, loved, untouchable. And yet, it had also been the place where she had been cast aside, left to fend for herself in a world that had swallowed her whole. Her legs barely carried her as she stepped into the house, the familiar scent of lavender and aged wood filling her lungs. The warmth of the golden lights did nothing to chase away the chill in her bones. She was trembling, her hands clutching her coat as if it could shield her from the memories clawing at the edges of her mind. Her mother was the first to see her. “Yvonne?” The voice was s