You’re still my wife,” Morgan says, barging into her rented villa. “And that’s nothing to celebrate,” Marrissa shoots back. ***************** Marrissa Cooper's world was turned upside down when she saw her boyfriend having sex with a man she had never seen before, just a few months after he had proposed to her. As if that wasn't enough, their words cut her deeper than a two-edged sword. The next day, she got to work only to receive her sack letter from the gate together with her belongings. Shattered, she sought solace in the only thing she could find at that time: Alcohol. What happens when she becomes pregnant and is forced to marry the father of her child, someone she despises, and would rather be far away from? Read how the arrogant CEO was brought to his knees by his ex-wife. Enjoy this captivating,plot twisted ride with me.
View MoreMorgan's point of view I watched as Marrissa walked away, her figure growing smaller with each step along the shoreline. The waves washed over the sand, erasing her footprints, much like she was trying to erase me from her life.The finality of her words rang in my ears."Let's just stick to the divorce plan."I should have expected it. Marrissa had every reason to walk away from me. But hearing those words come from her still hit harder than I wanted to admit.The wind blew violently, carrying the scent of salt and something bitter, my regret. My hands clenched at my sides as I watched her disappear over the dunes, heading back to the estate. I could chase after her. Tell her that she was making a mistake. That I was not ready to let her go.But I didn’t.Because I knew her.Marrissa wasn’t the type to make empty threats. When she made a decision, she stuck to it. And tonight, she had made hers.With a sharp sigh, I turned my eyes back to the ocean, staring at the endless stretch of
Marrissa's point of view I made it to my room, shutting the door behind me,I leaned against it, my heart still pounding from Morgan’s words. "I’ll prove it to you, Marrissa." What did he mean by that? What is he trying to prove? That he cared about me? That he has changed? Or that he is not the cold, arrogant man I knew him to be? That would be really hard to believe. In fact , I could not believe it. I have spent so long keeping my guard up, refusing to let him in. Because every time I did, he always found a way to hurt me. To push me away. To make me feel small. But last night… Last night, he had stayed.He had taken care of me like I was something precious. And now, here I was, shaken to my core because of it. I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair. I need to stop overthinking this. Maybe Morgan was just being decent for once. Maybe he felt guilty. Maybe he saw me in pain and couldn’t turn away like any human would do.That didn’t mean he cared. That didn’t mean
Marrissa's point of view Instead, he sat beside me, his large hand moving to rub slow, comforting circles on my stomach. I should have told him to stop. But I didn't. Because, at that moment, it felt… nice. When I woke up the next morningI stayed still, barely breathing as I stared at the man beside me. Morgan Thornhill. The man who had once been my greatest source of pain was now lying there, his hand resting protectively on my stomach as if he had every right to be close to me. I should have moved. I should have pushed his hand away. But I didn't. Instead, I looked at him. I looked at his face, so peaceful in sleep, so different from the sharp-edged man I was used to. His breathing was calm, his lashes casting faint shadows against his skin. “Why are you doing this, Morgan?” I swallowed hard, my chest tightening as last night’s memories rushed back. The way he had held me when I couldn’t stand, the way he had made me soup in the middle of the night, the wa
Marrissa's point of view I stepped out of the restroom, my body still aching from the cramps. Morgan was still waiting outside, his tall frame tense, his eyes immediately locked into mine the moment I came out. Before I could even take another step, he rushed to my side, his hands hovering near my arms as if he expected me to collapse at any second. "Are you okay now? Has the pain subsided?" he asked, his voice filled with an urgency that caught me off guard. I barely had time to answer before I noticed the way a few women passing by smiled at us, their eyes moving between Morgan and me. The heat of embarrassment rushed to my cheeks. I cleared my throat and gestured to him to calm down. "I'm fine," I whispered, embarrassed by the scene we were unintentionally causing. Morgan ignored my discomfort and leaned in closer. His voice lowered as he asked, "Have you taken the pain reliever?" I nodded. "Okay… Can you walk properly?" I sighed, giving him an exasperated look. "Of
Morgan's point of view The second Marrissa whispered that she needed a pad, my brain momentarily shut down. Of all the things I had anticipated when she locked herself in the restroom, this was not even on the list. Marrissa was always prepared for everything. She is meticulous, calculating and never caught off guard. But now, she was stuck there, lost, and she needed me to help her. The old me would have laughed, maybe even thrown a sarcastic comment about her being irresponsible. But something in the way she hesitated before telling me, the uncertainty in her voice made my chest tighten. She thought I would mock her. That stung more than I cared to admit. I cleared my throat, pushing back my usual sharp tongue. “Alright. What brand?” She told me, her voice barely above a whisper, and before she could finish, I turned and bolted out of the hallway, moving faster than I had in years. The moment I stepped outside, the cool night air hit me, but I barely felt it. I pull
Marrissa's point of view Everything that had happened since the beginning of the week had been overwhelming. Morgan’s change in behavior was confusing. One moment, he was still the same arrogant, controlling man I had come to expect, and the next, he was… different. Thoughtful, even considerate. And I did not know what to do. A part of me wanted to believe that he had truly changed, that this new version of him was real and that it would last forever. That maybe, just maybe, he was capable of being the kind of man I had always wished for. But another part of me—” the smarter part", I must say, knew better. Men like Morgan did not change overnight. This was definitely a temporary act, a pretense he would soon get tired of. And if I let myself fall for it, if I allowed myself to believe he was different, I would only end up hurting myself again. I need to be careful. I need to protect myself from Morgan and heartbreak. Just then, a sharp pain twisted through my stomac
Morgan's point of view The days that followed was filled with press conferences, public appearances, and carefully orchestrated interviews. Marrissa and I became part of my father’s election campaign. We paraded in front of cameras, smiling on command, and playing the part of a strong and united couple. At first, it was unbearable. Marrissa and I had barely spoken before this mess, and now we were expected to stand together, hand in hand, while the world scrutinized our every move. But something strange happened. Living together again, spending time side by side changed a lot of of things. I didn't realized just how much I missed her presence until I had no choice but to be around her constantly. Marrissa had always had this fire in her, this independence that drove me crazy because I wanted to protect her, to claim her. But soon, I started appreciating the same things I once hated in her, and the little things I don't notice in the past. Like the way she hummed under her br
Morgan's point of view I stood in my father’s study, my arms crossed. My jaw was clenched so tightly that it hurt. My patience was running thin, and I could barely contain the frustration bubbling inside me. I had spent days chasing after Marrissa in Spain, only to be yanked back to Paris like a damn fugitive. And now, here I was, standing across from my father, waiting for an explanation. Marrissa stood a few feet away, looking just as confused and irritated as I felt. Neither of us had any idea why we were here, why we had been summoned like misbehaving children. And I hated feeling like I was being played. My father was sitting behind his massive mahogany desk, his expression calm and, composed like he had everything under control. That only made my temper rise the more. “I assume you both want to know why you are here,” he said smoothly, his fingers laced together. I scoffed, barely able to control my temper. “You think? You had me dragged out of Spain like I was some cr
Morgan's point of viewI was doing everything wrong. Even a child could tell that every choice I made in the past few days was the exact opposite of what I should have done if I really wanted Marrissa back. I said the wrong words. Made the wrong moves. God, just imagining myself fighting in public with André, André of all people, was enough to make any sane woman run in the opposite direction. I embarrassed myself. I embarrassed her. And I knew it. But damn, I could not help it. Every time I saw Marrissa smiling, looking happy… and I was not the source of it? My blood boiled. Every time I saw her with André, looking at him like he was the only good thing left in her world, I lost my mind. I wanted her back. More than anything. I wanted her to smile with me. I wanted to be the man she turned to when she needed comfort, when she needed anything. But I could not get her back like that. I knew that. I just did not know any other way. And that was the sad, pathetic truth. Af
Marrissa's point of view:“Thank you,” I beamed with a smile as I collected the cake from the counter. I walked out of the bakery to my car. I entered and drove off thousands of thoughts swirling in my head. It was I and Tom's one-year anniversary today. And not just that, Tom proposed to me last month, and our wedding is at the end of the year! Oh, I'm so excited. Every pain, every effort, every sacrifice was worth it. I have everything any girl could dream of.Confused? Don't be dear, I'll fill you in on that some other time. So, I got off work early to celebrate with my love and took a quick trip to Crumbles and Bake. I had to wait a few minutes before the cake was ready, but it was worth it. Let me tell you a secret, “I finally decided to consummate our relationship. Yes, Tom had been patient and hadn't thrown a fit when I told him I wasn't ready to have sex yet. But today, I am going to give him my V card. And I came prepared. Having taken lessons on the Internet, I bought s...
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