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