We pulled back from each other and smiled, feeling happy and content. My wife looked around the office, taking in the sights and sounds of the busy workspace."So, this is where you'll be spending most of your time now," she said, nodding.I nodded, feeling a sense of pride and ownership. "Yes, it is. And I'm excited to get started and make a difference."My wife smiled and leaned in to kiss me again. "I'm proud of you," she said. "You're going to do great things here."I smiled back at her, feeling grateful for her support and encouragement. "Thanks, I couldn't do it without you," I said.We chatted for a few more minutes, catching up on each other's day and making plans for the evening. Then, my wife glanced at her watch and said, "I should probably get going. I have a meeting in 20 minutes."I nodded and walked her to the door, giving her a quick kiss goodbye. "Have a great meeting," I said. "I'll see you tonight."My wife smiled and waved, and then she was gone. I watched her go,
As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and happiness that Bridgette had brought into my life. We had been together for a year now, and every day with her was a gift.One day, as I was sitting in my office, I had an idea. I picked up the phone and dialed Alex's number. He answered on the first ring, and I could hear the sound of his keyboard clacking in the background."Hey, man," I said. "I need your help with something.""Shoot," Alex replied. "What's up?""I want to surprise Bridgette," I said. "I want to ask her to marry me again, but this time, I want it to be special. I want it to be just the two of us, and I want it to be a surprise."Alex's keyboard clacking stopped, and I could hear the sound of his chair creaking as he leaned back. "That's a great idea," he said. "I'm in. What do you need me to do?"I smiled, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. "I need you to help me plan the perfect proposal
As I held Bridgette in my arms, I felt a sense of relief and happiness wash over me. I had been away from her for so long, and it felt amazing to be back in her arms.We spent the rest of the day catching up and enjoying each other's company. We went out for dinner, watched a movie, and just relaxed together.As the days went by, we settled back into our routine. I went back to work, and Bridgette continued with her own projects. But I could sense that something was different. Bridgette seemed more energetic and vibrant than usual, and I couldn't help but notice the glow in her eyes.One morning, as we were getting ready for the day, Bridgette came out of the bathroom with a strange look on her face. She was holding a small white stick, and her eyes were shining with tears."What's wrong?" I asked, feeling a sense of concern.Bridgette took a deep breath and smiled. "I'm pregnant," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.I was taken aback, but then a huge smile spread across my fa
I still remember the day my father scolded me for getting into a fight at school. I was only seventeen years old then. He hit me with his belt, and I was left with scars and bruises all over my body. "You're so much trouble," he said, his voice filled with anger and disgust. "I wouldn't have adopted you if I knew you'd be such a problem." His words cut deep, and I felt a surge of pain and sadness. But I knew I had to be strong, so I didn't cry. After he left, his secretary, Mr. Cruz, came in and saw me lying on the floor. Instead of helping me, he just smiled and said, "Next time, don't take my words for granted." I was shocked and hurt by his response. I realized that I was truly alone, with no one to turn to for help. This wasn't the first time my father had been cruel to me. It had been happening since I was nine years old. I grew up in an orphanage, not knowing who my real parents were. The nuns who took care of me told me that my mother had left me outside the orphanage
Growing up, I witnessed my father bring multiple women into our home. Many of these women became my private tutors, and I later discovered that they were also his secret lovers. My mother remained oblivious to these affairs. As time passed, I became accustomed to the darkness that surrounded me. I learned to accept my fate and hide my true emotions. I almost forgot about my past and where I came from, considering my adoptive parents as my real family. I grew up interacting with influential people in the industry and business. I was known for being quiet, cold-hearted, intelligent, talented, and skilled in sports. At a party, my father's business partner joked, "Who would have thought that your son Anton was a perfect man? Many women must like him, and his future wife will surely benefit from him." My father chimed in, "His wife should also be a perfect girl, as Anton will be the future of the Placido corporation, right, son?" He placed his arm on my shoulder, and I nodded, expressi
As I walked into my room, I locked the door behind me and sat in the dark corner, hugging my legs and resting my forehead on my arms. But my peace was short-lived, as I soon heard my father's angry voice shouting my name. "Anton! Open this door right now!" he yelled, pounding on the door. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was furious with me. But I didn't listen to him. Instead, I remained sitting where I was, staring at the door. After a few moments, the noise stopped, and an eerie silence fell over the room. Suddenly, I heard the door knob turn, and my eyes widened in shock as the door swung open. My father stood in the doorway, his face twisted in anger, holding a golf club in his trembling fist. "D-dad," I stuttered, feeling fear as he stepped closer to me. I retreated away from him, but I was stunned when he pushed me against the wall, trapping me. "I told you over and over again that you should never disobey me," he growled, his eyes blazing with anger. "But you
As the priest pronounced us husband and wife, Brigitte and I faced each other, her smiling and looking at me with adoration. She placed her hand on my left arm, and we walked together out of the church, surrounded by cheering crowds and happy smiles. Our parents stopped us, beaming with pride. My father adjusted my tie and whispered, "Make her the happiest girl in the world, son." His face radiated joy, clearly thrilled to have secured a marriage between our two powerful families. Brigitte's mother hugged her tightly, while her father grasped my hands, his eyes stern. "Take care of our princess, and promise to love her with all your heart. Never make her cry, or I'll take her back from you." I nodded, trying to appear sincere, but my heart remained cold and detached. As we exchanged vows, I couldn't help but think about my true intentions. I was using Brigitte to gain power and control, to destroy those who had wronged me. My mind was set on revenge, and I would stop at nothing to ac
I excused myself from Brigitte's side, telling her I needed to go to the restroom. But instead, I made my way through the crowded room, my eyes fixed on my target. As I approached him, I could feel my anger and hatred boiling over. I wanted to lash out, to hurt him, to make him pay for what he had done. But I didn't. I kept my cool, my expression neutral. I knew that I had to be calculated, that I had to plan my revenge carefully. "Father," I said, my voice even. He looked up at me, a mixture of surprise and wariness on his face. "Anton," he replied. "I didn't know you were here." "I'm here with my wife," I said, my eyes locked on his. "Brigitte and I are supporters of this charity." He nodded, his eyes darting back and forth between me and Brigitte, who was oblivious to the tension between us. "I see," he said. "Well, congratulations on your marriage. I'm glad to see you're settling down." I smiled, a cold, calculated smile. "Yes, I'm very happy," I said. "But I'm sure you're
As I held Bridgette in my arms, I felt a sense of relief and happiness wash over me. I had been away from her for so long, and it felt amazing to be back in her arms.We spent the rest of the day catching up and enjoying each other's company. We went out for dinner, watched a movie, and just relaxed together.As the days went by, we settled back into our routine. I went back to work, and Bridgette continued with her own projects. But I could sense that something was different. Bridgette seemed more energetic and vibrant than usual, and I couldn't help but notice the glow in her eyes.One morning, as we were getting ready for the day, Bridgette came out of the bathroom with a strange look on her face. She was holding a small white stick, and her eyes were shining with tears."What's wrong?" I asked, feeling a sense of concern.Bridgette took a deep breath and smiled. "I'm pregnant," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.I was taken aback, but then a huge smile spread across my fa
As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and happiness that Bridgette had brought into my life. We had been together for a year now, and every day with her was a gift.One day, as I was sitting in my office, I had an idea. I picked up the phone and dialed Alex's number. He answered on the first ring, and I could hear the sound of his keyboard clacking in the background."Hey, man," I said. "I need your help with something.""Shoot," Alex replied. "What's up?""I want to surprise Bridgette," I said. "I want to ask her to marry me again, but this time, I want it to be special. I want it to be just the two of us, and I want it to be a surprise."Alex's keyboard clacking stopped, and I could hear the sound of his chair creaking as he leaned back. "That's a great idea," he said. "I'm in. What do you need me to do?"I smiled, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. "I need you to help me plan the perfect proposal
We pulled back from each other and smiled, feeling happy and content. My wife looked around the office, taking in the sights and sounds of the busy workspace."So, this is where you'll be spending most of your time now," she said, nodding.I nodded, feeling a sense of pride and ownership. "Yes, it is. And I'm excited to get started and make a difference."My wife smiled and leaned in to kiss me again. "I'm proud of you," she said. "You're going to do great things here."I smiled back at her, feeling grateful for her support and encouragement. "Thanks, I couldn't do it without you," I said.We chatted for a few more minutes, catching up on each other's day and making plans for the evening. Then, my wife glanced at her watch and said, "I should probably get going. I have a meeting in 20 minutes."I nodded and walked her to the door, giving her a quick kiss goodbye. "Have a great meeting," I said. "I'll see you tonight."My wife smiled and waved, and then she was gone. I watched her go,
The next day, I woke up feeling a sense of calm and clarity that I hadn't felt in a long time. The events of the previous day, including my visit to my father and my emotional breakdown, seemed to have purged me of a lot of the anger and resentment that had been building up inside me.I got out of bed and began to get ready for the day, feeling a sense of purpose and direction that I hadn't felt in a long time. As I was brushing my teeth, my wife came into the bathroom and gave me a hug."Good morning," she said, smiling. "How are you feeling today?""I'm feeling good," I replied, smiling back at her. "I feel like I've finally started to process everything that's been going on."My wife nodded, her eyes shining with understanding. "I'm glad to hear that," she said. "I've been worried about you."I hugged her back, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her. "I know," I said. "And I'm sorry. I know I haven't been easy to live with lately."My wife smiled and shook her head. "You don't ha
I walked into the night club, the loud music and flashing lights enveloping me like a warm hug. I made my way to the bar, ordering a whiskey on the rocks. I downed it in one gulp, feeling the burn all the way down my throat. I ordered another, and another, losing count of how many I'd had. The music and lights began to blur together, and I felt myself becoming numb. I pulled out my phone and dialed Alex's number. He answered on the first ring, and I could hear the concern in his voice. "Hey, man, what's going on?" he asked. I took a deep breath, letting it all spill out. I told him about my father, about the hospital, about the anger and hurt that had been building up inside me for so long. I told him about how I'd wanted to take revenge, to make my father pay for all the pain he'd caused me. But how now, it seemed like that was impossible. "I'm so disappointed, Alex," I said, feeling the tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "I'm so disappointed that I'll never get to take rev
As I stood there, gazing at my father's frail form, I felt a wave of emotions wash over me. I felt a sense of anger, of resentment, of bitterness. And I knew that I had to let it all out, to tell him everything that I had been carrying inside me for so long."You want to know what it was like to be your son?" I spat, my voice trembling with rage. "You want to know what it was like to be tortured and abused by you? To be made to feel worthless and unloved? To be suffocated by your cruelty and your hatred?"I took a step closer to him, my eyes blazing with fury. "I'll tell you," I said, my voice low and menacing. "It was hell. It was a living nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. It was a constant feeling of fear and dread, never knowing when you would lash out at me next."I felt a lump form in my throat as I thought about all the times I had tried to kill myself, all the times I had wanted to escape the pain and the suffering that my father had inflicted upon me."I tried to kill my
I stood there, frozen in shock, as I gazed at the frail, elderly man sitting in the wheelchair. His skin was pale and translucent, his eyes sunken, and his head was completely bald. He looked like a shadow of his former self, a mere specter of the man I had once known.And yet, despite the ravages of time and illness, I knew that this was my father. I could see it in his eyes, in the shape of his nose, in the curve of his lips. It was a face that I had once loved, once trusted, and now...Now, I felt a wave of emotions wash over me. Anger, sadness, pity, and frustration all swirled together in a toxic mix that left me feeling breathless and bewildered.The nun's voice cut through my thoughts, her words a gentle reminder that I was not alone. "Your father has been waiting for you for a long time," she said, her eyes filled with compassion. "He's been suffering from a terminal illness, a brain cancer that has taken its toll on his body and mind."I felt a surge of anger at her words. Ho
I stood outside the cold, grey walls of the prison, my heart racing with anticipation. I had been thinking about this moment for weeks, ever since I had finally cleared my name and started rebuilding my life with Bridgette.But there was still one thing that had been nagging at me, one thing that I couldn't shake off. My father. Where was he? And what was he planning next?I knew that Sophia was the key to finding out. She had been my father's partner in crime, and I was sure that she knew where he was hiding.I took a deep breath and stepped inside the prison, my eyes scanning the drab, institutional surroundings. I was greeted by a stern-looking guard, who eyed me warily."Can I help you?" he growled."I'm here to visit Sophia," I said, my voice firm.The guard raised an eyebrow. "You're the one who was accused of working with her, aren't you?" he said.I nodded. "That was all a misunderstanding," I said. "I've been cleared of all charges."The guard snorted. "Well, you're still not
As the days passed, Rachel worked tirelessly to gather evidence and build a case to prove my innocence. She spent hours interviewing witnesses, reviewing documents, and analyzing data.Meanwhile, I was stuck in a cell, waiting for my trial to begin. It was a frustrating and helpless feeling, knowing that my freedom and reputation were on the line.But despite the challenges, I remained hopeful. I knew that Rachel was a skilled and dedicated lawyer, and I had faith that she would do everything in her power to clear my name.One day, Rachel came to visit me in my cell, a look of determination on her face. "I've got some good news," she said. "I've found a key piece of evidence that proves you were not involved in Sophia's business dealings."I felt a surge of excitement and hope. "What is it?" I asked, leaning forward in my seat.Rachel smiled. "It's a recording of a conversation between Sophia and one of her associates," she said. "In the recording, Sophia explicitly states that you we