Yvonne knew deep down that David was right. She had endured everything she noticed about him because she couldn’t imagine any life other than the one they had built together. He was also the only person who connected her to her baby. Perhaps she had been selfish, and now she was paying the price.But it hurt. Yvonne felt shattered, yet Micheal's words had reached her. Moreover, she now had two little angels in her life, and in just a few hours, they would be at her hospital ward to visit her.The thought of the children worrying about her brought a small sense of calm. Slowly, Yvonne unfolded from her fetal position and buried her face in the pillow, sobbing bitterly.“You’ll be fine,” she heard Micheal say softly, but her sobs only grew louder.A few hours later, the security guards, usually discreetly protecting the twins, were tasked with picking them up from school and bringing them to the hospital. When Yvonne saw the children, her pain was momentarily eased.Lily, sweet as alway
Finally alone in her room, Yvonne did a lot of thinking. Many of her conclusions were positive because, at the end of the day, Lily and Jack still loved her deeply.She could feel their love, and she loved them just as much. Yvonne freshened up and got ready to leave her apartment.Later in the afternoon, a lone silhouette stood outside the towering Langston Corporation building. Her auburn hair was loose, flowing gracefully down either side of her face. Her slender figure radiated sadness and melancholy, yet there was a warmth and allure about her that drew the eyes of passersby.She exuded an aura of serenity that piqued curiosity, inviting others to wonder about the personality hidden behind it. Dressed in loose black pants and a simple white blouse, the contrast between the blouse's snug fit and the loose trousers that further accentuated her hips drew attention.Many people walked in and out of the Langston building, some standing nearby as Yvonne did. But she stood out nonethele
“Is that it? Is that all you care about? And you have the audacity to come to my office, shedding your crocodile tears. I'm sure you're as disappointed in yourself as I am in you, Yvonne. You have no idea how many nights I stared at your stomach, wishing to end it all, but I had to wake up every day and pretend to be happy, all because I loved you.” David’s chest heaved with frustration, but the smile on Yvonne's face never wavered.She looked like nothing he said mattered anymore.“Are you even listening to me? I hate that smile on your face. If you were a man, I swear to God, I’d—”“You’d what?” Yvonne asked, looking up into his eyes with eerie calm. “Hit me?” She chuckled softly, wiping her tears away.“David, if you’ve harbored all this nonsense in your head, you had over four years to let it out, but you didn’t. I don’t care about the grievances of another woman's husband. You’ve punished me enough by keeping the fact that I had a son from me.All it would have taken was a single
Standing in front of the washroom mirror, Sammy stared at the red palm print on her delicate neck, which was growing more vivid with each passing minute. She winced as sharp pain radiated from her lower body, the memory of David pinning her down and taking what he wanted flashing through her mind.Her eyes hardened with malicious intent as she wished she could see Yvonne at that moment—she would have done far worse to her to vent her anger. Even after their marriage, Yvonne still haunted their lives. When would it end? She was done feeling guilty for using Yvonne in her schemes. If the situation affected her marriage, she was determined to ruin Yvonne beyond recognition.Meanwhile, David had finally calmed down and was grappling with the reality of what he had done in his anger. He couldn’t believe how far he’d gone. Seeing Yvonne’s indifferent reaction to his shocking revelation had cut him deeply. She was supposed to cry, to demand answers, and he wanted to savor that moment of powe
Micheal didn’t keep Yvonne waiting long. He soon arrived at the spot where she was waiting, noticing her lost in thought, a faint smile playing on her lips. It wasn’t the kind of smile that spoke of joy, but rather one that seemed to carry the weight of bittersweet realization.It was a smile that left Micheal both curious and concerned. He watched her for a moment, admiring the way the sunlight danced across her features, highlighting the gentle curve of her lips. But as much as he wanted to join her in that moment of contemplation, he also felt a strange hesitation. What could she be thinking about so deeply?Hadn’t she just confronted the man who made her miserable for the past few days? Clearing his throat to get her attention, he hoped to break the spell she seemed to be under. Yvonne looked up, startled slightly, and quickly composed herself, the smile fading from her face. For a split second, he wished he hadn’t interrupted her. There was something beautiful about seeing her l
“You know, I still can’t believe how much our relationship has changed. You’re all attentive and close now, that it is almost so natural.” Yvonne remarked as they walked side by side, her tone casual but with an undercurrent of curiosity.Micheal considered her words. It was true—he had become more attentive, more present in her life. But that wasn’t just a conscious decision; it was something that had naturally developed as he spent more time with her, learned more about her, and grew to care for her in ways he hadn’t anticipated. “Does it bother you?” he asked, his voice steady but with a hint of vulnerability.Yvonne was silent for a moment, her mind turning over his question. She was careful with her words, always conscious of the impact they might have, especially now. People who weren’t close to her might mistake her quietness for disinterest, but it was simply her way of protecting herself, of ensuring she didn’t say something she would later regret.Yvonne hadn’t realized how
They stepped into the restaurant, the warm ambiance a stark contrast to the chill that had settled between them. Micheal guided her to a table near the window, where they could see the hustle and bustle of the street outside. It was a small, cozy place, the kind that felt more like a hidden gem than a popular spot. The kind of place where you could talk for hours without being interrupted.The waiter handed them menus, and Micheal watched as Yvonne perused the options, her brow furrowed in concentration. He couldn’t help but smile at the way she took everything so seriously, even something as simple as choosing what to eat. It was one of the many little things he had come to admire about her.After a few minutes, Yvonne finally settled on something simple—a sandwich and a cup of tea. Micheal followed suit, ordering the same, not because he particularly wanted it, but because he wanted to share in her experience, to make this moment about them, together.He couldn't help but tease her
Their food arrived, and they ate in companionable silence, the tension from earlier slowly melting away. By the time they finished, Yvonne felt more at ease, more centered. The conversation had shifted to lighter topics—work, the weather, the latest news—and she found herself laughing at Micheal’s dry humor, something she hadn’t done in what felt like ages.Micheal also found himself talking more and very interested in answering all of her curiosity concerning Langston's many establishments. The food had been great and she just kept tasting everything with delightful eyes, glancing at Micheal to try something she found heavenly delicious and shared conversations as they had their dessert.Yvonne moaned in delight as she took bites from a cake bread. It was fluffy and had a sensational taste that made one close their eyes to savor it.She couldn't believe everything she was having was so cheap. She glanced up at Micheal, noticing he had stopped explaining the last questions she had a
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