As soon as Micheal and his children arrived in their room, the first thing he did was sit them down, his expression serious yet kind. He wanted to check in on their feelings, to ensure they were comfortable and understood the gravity of everything that had transpired. “How are you two holding up?” he asked gently, searching their eyes for any hint of unease.Jack was the first to respond, throwing his arms around Micheal’s neck with all the affection his little heart could muster. “We’re fine, Daddy. We’re really happy.”Lily quickly joined in, squeezing Micheal tightly, her small arms wrapped around him. “We’re the happiest we’ve ever been,” she echoed, smiling up at him. The warmth and sincerity in their voices filled Micheal with relief. Despite the many changes they’d gone through, his children’s happiness remained intact, and their affection for Yvonne was clear.Micheal held them close, savoring the moment. He knew he had to have a difficult conversation with Yvonne about their
Micheal, Yvonne, Jack, and Lily settle in Micheal's car, which Yvonne assumes was owned by the Langston corporation. It was clean, luxurious and comfortable. The children hopped in like cute bunnies as if they've been used to doing that. Micheal had made a reservation for them to spend a few days away from home, having rented a holiday family outlet, but still they have the whole day for any activities of their choice.The situation of their living is still complicated as the marriage was sudden. However, the few days of living together will set the mood and they hope to see how it goes and make future plans from the outcome of the experience.As they settled into their seats, “so, what should we do today?” Yvonne asked, “It’s a special day, after all.”Jack and Lily’s eyes lit up with excitement, their minds immediately racing with possibilities. Micheal looked at the children expectantly, eager to hear what they had in mind. “Can we go somewhere fun, Mommy?” Jack asked, his eyes s
With their selections made, they headed to the checkout, each of them holding their chosen items. The children were still buzzing with excitement, chattering about the fun they would have at the beach. Micheal and Yvonne exchanged knowing smiles, both feeling the warmth of this simple, happy moment. It wasn’t just about picking out swimsuits; it was about the sense of togetherness, the easy joy of sharing everyday experiences with the people who mattered most.As they left the store, bags in hand, Yvonne glanced at Micheal and the children, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. Today was more than just a beach day—it was a celebration of something new and precious, a promise of many more joyful moments to come.“Let’s go have some fun,” Micheal said as they reached the car, his voice filled with anticipation. The children cheered again, and Yvonne’s heart soared. They were a new family, bound not by blood but by choice, love, and the desire to create something beautiful together. And a
They spent the next hour building sandcastles, with Jack and Lily directing the construction with a seriousness that made Yvonne giggle. “This is going to be the biggest sandcastle ever!” Lily declared, her small hands patting the sand into place.“You’re doing an amazing job, Princess,” Micheal praised, kneeling beside her to help. Yvonne watched Micheal’s tender interaction with the children, the way he guided them with patience and love, and felt her heart flutter. He was a good father, the kind who was present in every moment, and that made her admiration for him grow even more.As the day progressed, the family moved up the beach to a quieter spot where they spread out a large blanket, unpacking snacks and drinks. Micheal made sure everyone had what they needed before settling down himself, glancing at Yvonne with a soft, unspoken question in his eyes. She met his gaze, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still between them. The warmth of the sun, the sound of the waves, and t
Yvonne’s mind raced, trying to piece together the timeline. She vaguely recalled hearing her door close earlier that morning while she was on a call with Amy. At the time, she’d assumed it was the wind or her imagination, too lost in her emotions to give it much thought. Could Micheal have been there? And if so, had he overheard her conversation with Amy? The thought made her cheeks warm with embarrassment. What exactly had Micheal heard? She replayed her conversation in her mind, wondering if her words had given away more than she’d intended. In truth, Micheal had only heard the worrisome part. The other half of Yvonne’s conversation further explored her growing feelings for Micheal. The problem still remained that she wasn’t sure if things would turn out well in the end or if those feelings were true. Amy had poked her thoughts and made Yvonne see things clearer, but Micheal hadn’t heard those parts. He only heard the part where she was full of doubts and insecurities. Yvonn
The new Langston family of four headed into the city, finding themselves in a lively district filled with street vendors, bright lights, and the cheerful hum of people enjoying their evening. The area was bustling with small attractions—coin-operated games and fun machines set up outside various shops, each beckoning with colorful lights and sounds.“Whoa, look at all the games!” Jack exclaimed, his eyes widening with excitement. “Can we play, Mommy? Daddy?”“Of course,” Micheal said, fishing out some coins from his pocket. “We’ll try as many as you want.”They moved from vendor to vendor, each new game offering a different kind of fun. Jack and Lily squealed with delight as they ran to a claw machine, eager to try their luck at winning a plush toy. Yvonne watched with a smile, coaching them gently.The children are enthusiastic and had an independent personality to them. While some kids are cheering for their father to catch their plush toys, Lily and Jack seek guidance instead and s
As soon as Micheal stepped outside the apartment building, a luxurious SUV was waiting for him, one of his personal security team members in the driver's seat.Micheal wore a scowl as he impatiently drummed his fingers on the car window. He could handle his mother, but he knew how stubborn she could be. A lot of damage could be done before he could send her back to where she had come from. He didn’t want anything or anyone to jeopardize his progress with Yvonne.In less than 20 minutes, they arrived at the estate where his mother’s property now stood. It was a beautiful, luxurious villa.Micheal was at the door in no time and pushed the doorbell, his blood boiling as the confrontation drew near.Soon, an elegant, middle-aged woman opened the door. Although she was almost 50, she looked as though she was still in her thirties. The madam of the Langston Group was a proud woman who stood tall and imposing. She radiated wealth, and her beauty had caused chaos in social circles during her
Micheal stood rigid, his jaw clenched as he stared down his mother. "Mrs. Langston, I have said my piece. I do not care about the past. Lily and Jack are my children, and I do not require your help in securing a future for them. I can do that with or without the Langston group. Don't tempt me, Mother. I've reached my limit of tolerating you." His voice, low and unwavering, echoed through the room like a final verdict.He turned on his heel and strode out, his steps measured, controlled—a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside him. For a fleeting moment, Mrs. Langston caught a glimpse of the man her son had become: a father, a protector, someone no longer willing to bend to the will of the Langston legacy.Mrs. Langston's face hardened as the door closed behind Micheal. Her hands, clasped tightly in front of her, trembled with barely contained rage. This was not the obedient son she had raised, the one who was supposed to safeguard the family's legacy. No, this was a man who dared
A lot had happened in one day.Micheal paced his study, his hands trembling as he replayed the events of the evening in his mind. The image of David’s smug face, the sound of his own fist connecting with David’s jaw, and the suffocating fury that had consumed him—it all played on a loop. He paused, his fists clenching at his sides as his chest heaved.What had come over him? Why had he let his anger drive him to such an impulsive act when he had the resources to destroy David in a hundred calculated ways?He sank onto the edge of the couch, his head in his hands, disbelief washing over him. He was Micheal Langston, a man who prided himself on control and strategy. Yet tonight, he had thrown that all away."Yvonne..." he whispered her name, his voice breaking as his mind wandered to her. She had suffered enough, and now, David’s cruel revelations had reopened old wounds. Micheal felt his blood boil.The past had haunted him long enough. If Yvonne truly was the woman he had slept with f
The silence after Micheal’s departure was suffocating. The sound of the door slamming shut echoed in the grand foyer of David’s villa, leaving Sammy and David alone in a thick tension that hung in the air like a storm cloud.Sammy’s chest heaved as she stood frozen, staring at David, who leaned against the wall, clutching his bruised side and dabbing at the blood on his split lip. The sight of him—disheveled, angry, and utterly unbothered by the disaster he had just ignited—sent a surge of fury coursing through her veins.“What the hell is wrong with you?” she shrieked, her voice trembling with fear and rage as she stormed toward him. Her fists came down hard on his chest, again and again, with a strength born of desperation. “Are you trying to ruin us? Is that it? Do you want us to lose everything we’ve worked for?”David winced but made no move to stop her, his eyes blazing with defiance. “I’m not the one ruining anything! That bastard Micheal—”“Don’t you dare blame him for your id
The silence in the car was deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the tires against the asphalt. Yvonne gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white from the pressure. She didn’t know where she was heading initially, but as the skyline of the city blurred past, one destination solidified in her mind: her parents' house. She hadn’t willingly stepped foot there in years, but something about tonight—about everything—pulled her back. She just wants warmth and her mind couldn’t help but drift back to when she was still little and doted on by her parents.They had expressed regret for what they had done and although Yvonne still couldn't bring herself to forgive them, she needed that warmth.Amy is miles away and not in the condition to shoulder her burden with her. She has no one else to reach out to. Her phone buzzed on the passenger seat, jolting her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen. It was Micheal. Her first instinct was to ignore it, but then she thought ab
Yvonne ended the call with Amy, her heart pounding as the words replayed in her mind. She glanced at the dashboard clock—barely an hour had passed since her confrontation with David, but it felt like an eternity. The silence in the car was oppressive, the faint hum of the engine doing little to soothe her nerves.Her grip on the steering wheel tightened as she pulled onto the main road, the familiar route to “Micheal’s” house filling her with dread. It wasn’t home anymore—or was it? Her thoughts spiraled as her breathing grew shallow.The children. Jack and Lily.She could picture them now, curled up in their beds, innocent and blissfully unaware of the chaos that had consumed her life. They were hers. The realization still felt unreal, like an out-of-body experience. Her chest ached at the thought of them waking up to find her gone.“I can’t leave them,” she whispered, her voice trembling. However she didn't want her children to see the pathetic side of her either.Additionally the t
Yvonne’s hand froze on the ignition. Her heart pounded as the weight of her decision pressed down on her chest.Her children. Her children.Tears welled up again, spilling freely down her cheeks as she whispered the words aloud. "Jack… Lily…" They were hers. Her babies.Her chest tightened as the flood of memories crashed over her—Lily’s shy hugs, Jack’s mischievous grin. Every laugh, every tender moment—it had all been with her children, her flesh and blood.But instead of joy, a torrent of anguish poured over her. She couldn’t feel happy. Not now. Not when the truth was tangled in betrayal and cruelty. Not when Micheal, the man she had trusted, had stolen everything from her.Her hand gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. What if she was wrong? What if leaving was a mistake?But staying felt impossible too. She was suffocating, torn between her love for the children and the hatred she felt for the man who had kept them from her. The man she believed to have bui
The world outside blurred into streaks of light and shadow as Yvonne drove aimlessly. Her grip on the steering wheel was shaky, her breaths shallow and erratic. The tears didn’t stop, flowing freely down her face as her mind replayed David’s words in agonizing detail."Micheal forced himself on you."She shook her head violently, as though the motion could dislodge the thought. But it clung to her, suffocating her like a shroud.No, it can’t be true. It can’t.Yet the pieces fit too perfectly. The sudden changes in David’s behavior five years ago—the distance, the helplessness he tried to mask with anger. The way he avoided certain conversations, especially when it came to the night she had woken up disoriented, with fragmented memories and an overwhelming sense of loss.Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel as a fresh wave of grief crashed over her. The ache in her chest grew unbearable, her sobs choking her until she could barely see the road ahead.She barely noticed the red
One of the receptionists cast a quick glance over her shoulder as Yvonne stood firm at the desk, her gaze unwavering despite the exhaustion she tried to hide. The woman then slipped quietly away, her steps soft on the polished floor, and made her way to a secluded corridor.In hushed tones, she called Sandra, Micheal’s assistant. “Miss Sandra, I thought you should know— the CEO’s wife is here. She’s at the reception, waiting.”Sandra, perched at her desk with a neatly organized tablet, raised an eyebrow. “Mrs Yvonne? Here?” she asked, her surprise evident. “That doesn’t make sense. The CEO left earlier. Are you sure?”“Yes, ma’am. She’s here, and she looks... determined.”Sandra ended the call abruptly, already rising from her seat. As she grabbed her phone, she dialed Micheal’s number, her heels clicking sharply against the tiles as she headed toward the reception.---Meanwhile, on another floor...David’s office phone rang, the shrill tone interrupting his thoughts. He frowned, pic
Yvonne’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as she drove, her thoughts tumbling over one another in a chaotic spiral. Rebecca’s words echoed relentlessly in her mind, each revelation a fresh jab at her sanity. Her mother-in-law’s scheming mentality, the involvement of Sammy, and Rebecca’s initial role in the plot — it was too much to bear.Her stomach churned violently, nausea clawing at her insides. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead as she struggled to maintain her composure. She took a shaky breath, but the bile rising in her throat was impossible to suppress.Spotting an empty stretch of road, Yvonne veered her car to the side and flung the door open. She leaned out just in time as her stomach revolted, expelling everything inside. Her body trembled as the wave of nausea subsided, leaving her weak and disoriented. She sat there for a moment, head resting against the steering wheel, trying to steady her ragged breathing."You fool! You idiot!" she muttered through gritted teeth,
The soft chime of his phone disrupted Micheal’s focus. He glanced at the screen, his brow furrowing as he read the message from one of the guards stationed at home:Something happened between Rebecca and Yvonne. She doesn’t look well.Micheal’s grip on the phone tightened, his jaw clenching. A wave of unease washed over him, and he leaned back in his chair, staring at the text. Had he made a mistake? She could still recall Yvonne’s fear from the previous night.He had allowed Yvonne to have her way, insisting Rebecca should be given a chance to integrate into their lives for the children’s sake. Micheal had been reluctant, sensing the complexities of Rebecca’s intentions, but Yvonne’s kindhearted nature had won out.Now, he wondered if his trust had been misplaced.Without wasting another moment, he dialed the guard’s number. The line clicked, and the guard answered immediately.“What happened?” Micheal’s tone was sharp, leaving no room for ambiguity.The guard hesitated briefly. “Sir