Michael Langston was back in the city, his mind preoccupied with the monumental task ahead. The weeks of packing and preparing to take over his family's sprawling corporation had passed in a blur. Now, there was another equally pressing matter on his mind. His children needed a mother, and he needed a contracted wife who would love them unconditionally. His solution? A pragmatic one: enlist his personal assistant, Sandra, to find a suitable candidate. Michael had given Sandra explicit instructions. The ideal wife should be kind-hearted, compassionate, and, above all, genuinely affectionate towards his children without being swayed by his wealth and status. Another important part of the deal was the fact the woman will be his wife in name only. No marital affairs will be necessary between them, but all motherly affairs will be needed for his children. When he found that most of the candidates were interested in his wealth more than his children, Michael decided to hide his real iden
Michael Langston walked into his office to start with the day's activities, but his mind was still preoccupied with the earlier encounter with Yvonne. He found Sandra, his efficient personal assistant, engrossed in her work at her desk. When Sandra noticed her boss, she was taken aback that Micheal had arrived at the office instead of being with the woman she had arranged to meet with him. Without having to say a word, Sandra knew her boss needed some answers and quickly got up and followed him to his office. Once they were in, Micheal removed his suit jacket and took a seat at his desk, before his deep blue eyes glanced up at Sandra. "Where is the woman you arranged for me to meet?" he asked, his voice tinged with impatience and slight annoyance. Sandra looked up, a puzzled expression crossing her face. "Didn't you meet her?" "No, I didn't," Michael replied. "I even mistook someone else for her." Sandra frowned, quickly flipping through her phone to once again confirm th
Later that evening, Yvonne waited outside the small apartment building she shared with David. Her intentions were simple; she needed explanations for the way he treated her that morning.Soon enough, he arrived in a surprisingly luxurious car. Someone had driven him over, but Yvonne couldn't see through the tinted window. The sleek vehicle, a sharp contrast to their modest lifestyle, hinted at secrets David had been keeping from her.She watched as David's sweet smile towards the person in the car turned into a scowl as he caught sight of her. The transformation was jarring, a painful reminder of the emotional distance that had grown between them.David sighed in exasperation. “Women should greet their men in sexy clothing,” he muttered under his breath, clearly irritated. Yvonne, however, preferred simplicity. She wore a simple knee-length floral-pattern pyjama set, comfortable and familiar.David mentally scoffed, comparing Yvonne to his soon-to-be wife, who went to any length to lo
Yvonne Lawrence stared out the classroom window, her eyes following the gentle sway of the playground swings. The kindergarten was quiet now, the laughter and chatter of children replaced by the soft hum of the air conditioning. The children she had been watching over had all been picked up, except for two. Lily and Jack sat at a small table, coloring patiently.Despite her resolve the previous night, here she was again reminiscing. Yvonne sighed, her thoughts drifting back to the past. Life had not been kind to her. She had worked tirelessly to support her fiancé, David, juggling three part-time jobs alongside her modest salary as a kindergarten teacher. She had always believed in their future, but since David had started working at the big company, things had changed.There was a time when David loved everything she cooked, savoring every meal she prepared. But those days seemed like a distant memory now. He had become distant and critical, his once affectionate demeanor replaced by
Yvonne felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment as she recalled the scene of her frantically packing up spilt food from the floor in front of one of the most extravagant companies in town. She vividly remembered the man who had helped her, witnessing her most shameful moment.“Is he their father?” she wondered, glancing at the two sleeping children nearby. Their nanny usually picked them up ever since she started teaching at the school, so she was surprised to see him here.Michael struggled to break from his trance. Thoughts roamed his mind, including an understanding of how Yvonne could carry such a pleasant aura around her. She deals with children. He recalled his kids adoring a certain teacher in their kindergarten, and he didn't need confirmation to know this was the woman they liked so much.Suddenly, Yvonne frowned at him, causing Michael's heart to skip a beat, wondering what she found unpleasant about him.“You're their father, correct?” she inquired.Michael walked further in a
Michael sat across from his children on the small seating area he had set up in his study for when they insisted on doing their homework in the same space he worked. He indulged their every demand, yet they remained good kids—if you excluded their ongoing mission to find him a wife.Michael chuckled to himself.Jack spoke first, his eyes wide with excitement. "Daddy, we found a wife for you!"Michael's mouth formed an O shape as he raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, really? And who might this lucky lady be?"Lily nodded eagerly, pulling a piece of paper from under her pajamas and handing it to Michael, who took it with curiosity.On the sheet of paper were drawings representing various qualities: a plate of food indicating cooking skills, a showerhead for bathing kids, a ring for marital status, and a family of four holding hands to represent love for the twins. Each criterion was ticked positively, indicating someone had met all their requirements.Michael was confused. It couldn'
The next morning, Michael decided to speak with Yvonne before his children could. He arrived at the kindergarten earlier than usual, hoping to catch her before class started. He found her setting up the classroom, her back turned to him. "Miss Yvonne," he called softly. She turned, surprised to see the tall, imposing figure of Michael behind her. He was dressed in a luxurious, customized suit that framed his athletic build perfectly. "Mr. Langston, is everything alright?" she asked, standing straight and tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear, embarrassed by how striking he looked. Michael fought the urge to follow her hand movement and nodded, stepping closer. Despite her simple outfits, Yvonne's figure always brought out the beauty of whatever she wore—a fact Michael had noticed in their few meetings. But he pushed the thought aside, knowing it wouldn't matter if Yvonne turned out to be manipulative. Michael disliked people who schemed to get what they wanted. "Can we fin
Deep into the night, Yvonne lay curled in a fetal position in the middle of her bed. Sweat and tears soaked the mattress beneath her as her body burned with fever. The relentless scenes of the day she gave birth replayed in her head hundreds of times, each memory stabbing her with a fresh wave of pain. Earlier that day, an event had triggered her trauma, opening old wounds she thought had healed. Despite finding Michael's situation pitiful, she couldn't help but be amused until Lily and Jack settled into the classroom for the day's lecture and activities. The twins looked happier than Yvonne had ever seen them. They even ignored the teasing from students who found amusement in asking if their mommy would pick them up instead of some nanny. The twins kept smiling and waving at her, their innocence and joy palpable. It was adorable, but then things took a turn for the worse when they approached her after school. Some students still lingered, but Lily and Jack walked up to Yvonne an
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