Stefani swiftly shut the car door as soon as it came to a halt, eager to escape the confines of the vehicle. Without waiting for Jacob any longer, she made a beeline for their room. Settling herself on the bed, she glanced at her phone screen, hoping to find a message from Shaira. However, instead of Shaira's message, an unfamiliar number appeared.[It's me, Piolo. Sorry for not messaging you much earlier, I've been swamped. How have you been?] the text read.Stefani felt a wave of indifference wash over her upon reading the message. Nevertheless, she knew it would be impolite not to respond. She pondered for a moment before typing a brief reply.[I'm fine! I've been busy too.]Her response felt lacking, as she had no clue what else to say. Just as her phone vibrated again, the door swung open. Paying no attention to the arrival, assuming it was Jacob, she continued to focus on her phone. Little did she know, Jacob's eyes fell upon her device.His fist clenched tightly, he refrained f
Stefani gazed intently at Jacob's injury, deep in thought about the question he had asked. As she contemplated, she couldn't help but yearn to experience a love that was all-encompassing."If that person truly wants me, I want them to witness my flaws from the start. Only then, if they still find those imperfections endearing, will I allow them to remain by my side," Stefani expressed, gently tending to Jacob's wound. "After all, everyone deserves a companion who embraces them wholeheartedly, even during their darkest moments."“And what if the person you've been searching for all along is right in front of you? And what if that person is blind to your imperfections because all they see is your perfection?” Jacob's words hit home, resonating deep within Stefani. "Sometimes, we're so caught up in other things that we fail to notice what's right in front of us."Stefani couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement upon hearing Jacob's words. She scolded herself for entertaining such t
Jacob raised his hand, longing to touch Stefani despite knowing it would anger her. Conversely, Stefani could sense his desire and didn't want him to stop.However, their intense moment was abruptly interrupted by the loud ring of Stefani's phone, which was now lying next to Jacob.Both of them turned towards the phone, feeling a sense of disappointment. But Jacob's disappointment quickly turned into anger when he saw who was calling on the screen.It was Piolo.He glared coldly at Stefani and asked in an unrecognizable voice, "You're still talking to him?"Stefani's hairs stood on end, unsure of how to react. She cleared her throat and bravely responded, "I don't see anything wrong with talking to an old acquaintance."Jacob smirked sarcastically and replied, "Let me correct you on that. He's not an old friend, he's your ex.""And what's wrong with that?" Stefani started to feel irritated. "It's not like I'm cheating. And even though we're married, I don't think you care. After all, y
Jacob's frustration boiled over as he flung the incorrect file towards the woman, his voice filled with anger. “Can't you do it right?! Or am I not being clear?! I told you to change the data with more accurate basis, is that hard?!”This outburst was completely out of character for him, as he had always managed to handle any chaotic situation with composure despite the chaos and problems that often arose in the company.The woman trembled in fear, taken aback."I-I'm sorry, Mr. Hansley. I will revise the data again and ensure the team provides more accurate information," she stammered, her voice filled with fear."Leave!" Jacob's voice was cold and demanding, causing the woman to scurry away with her tail between her legs.As she hurriedly left the room, Jacob's anger continued to consume him. He glared angrily at the wall, frustration evident in his eyes. He forcefully threw all the papers on his desk, his hands trembling with rage. Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes and
"Oh no! Mom, please help me stop this!" Stefani cried out in panic, clutching both her phone and a spatula tightly as the oil in the pan began to sizzle and splatter. "Ouch! Ouch! Nana, help me!""You little troublemaker! This is exactly what I've been telling you! I've said it countless times that you should have gone to culinary school instead of partying all the time!" Summer scolded her over the phone. "You brought this upon yourself! How can you call yourself a wife if you can't even fry a simple fish?"Stefani couldn't focus on her mother's scolding as she was more concerned about how to turn off the stove without getting any closer to the dangerous pan."Miss Stefani, please step aside," Jane, the elderly helper, said calmly as she adjusted the stove to a lower heat. "Next time, remember to keep the flame low so the food doesn't burn and the oil doesn't splash everywhere.""I-I'll remember that. Thank you..." Stefani felt embarrassed. She had insisted on cooking, but she had no
Stefani's grip tightened on the paper bag containing Jacob's food as she shot him an intense glare. "Stop being so sarcastic with me."Jacob remained unfazed, which only served to further irritate Stefani. Determined, she marched over to his desk and forcefully placed the bag down. "Fine, I apologize for bothering you. But you should at least appreciate the fact that I made you breakfast!""I never asked you to do that. Next time, don't do things that aren't genuine. I don't want to owe you anything."Stefani's heart sank at his cold words, and he didn't even acknowledge the bag she had brought, causing her even more pain."Why are you like this?" Stefani asked, her voice trembling with the threat of tears."Like this?" Jacob sneered. "Isn't this what you wanted? To not interfere in each other's lives. Why are you acting as if you're being bullied again?"Stefani gritted her teeth and took a deep breath before whispering, "Caring about you was a mistake. I shouldn't have."Upon hearin
Jacob's mind snapped back to reality when Primo asked his question.He took a deep breath before calmly walking towards the chair in the center of the room. With a composed demeanor, he replied, "I have a wife. My life is already established in New York.""You can leave it all behind," Primo suggested. "The Hansley family can offer you a better life. And as for your wife, she can come along too."Jacob's eyes locked with Primo's, his words filled with a mix of shock and determination. "It's easier said than done. Seeing you, someone who knows more about me than I know myself, it's unsettling. But I can't just abandon this city. What I can promise you is a successful partnership with our company, nothing more.""But isn't it better to discover who you truly are instead of living in the shadow of the Carter family? I'm sure you're tired of hearing that your position is only due to being orphaned by them," Primo countered."You're not wrong," Jacob admitted.Primo's words lingered in Jac
Stefani wiped the perspiration off her forehead, using her apron to dry her hands. She glanced at the simmering pork soup on the stove, realizing that she had moved beyond simply watching online cooking videos. She had taken the leap and enrolled in culinary school."Alright! Once you're finished preparing, have your partners taste it and let them provide feedback on your dish. Their opinions will account for 30% of your score, while mine, as your teacher, will make up the remaining 70%," the teacher announced.The room erupted in cheers at the teacher's words. She continued, "Remember, their comments will reflect your honesty, and their praise will determine your grades."Stefani's heart raced as she wondered how Jacob would react to her cooking. Lost in her thoughts and the excitement of her classmates, she suddenly noticed someone raising their hand."But Ma'am, what if I don't have a partner?" the student asked.Laughter filled the room, and Stefani furrowed her brow as she tried
The house was aglow with festive cheer. Warm lights twinkled on the Christmas tree, and the scent of cinnamon, pine, and freshly baked cookies filled the air. Stefani stood in the kitchen, putting the final touches on a tray of cupcakes. The sound of laughter and chatter echoed through the living room, where both sides of the family—hers and Jacob’s—had gathered for the holidays.This was exactly how she had always imagined it—a full house, filled with the people she loved most. The twins, Elara and Ethan, were playing with their new toys, their excitement bubbling over as they showed their grandparents everything Santa had brought. Stefani glanced over at them and smiled softly, feeling a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the fire crackling in the fireplace.It was Christmas, and in just a few days, it would be New Year’s Eve. A fresh start. Stefani couldn't help but reflect on how much had changed since the last holiday season. The ups and downs, the struggles, the tri
The warm sunlight streamed through the curtains as Stefani stretched, listening to the excited giggles from down the hall. Today was a special day, one she had been anticipating for weeks—Ethan and Elara's fifth birthday. Five years. Stefani could hardly believe how quickly time had flown. It felt like just yesterday she was cradling two tiny newborns in her arms, overwhelmed with love and exhaustion. Now, they were running around the house, full of energy and life, growing faster than she ever thought possible.The house buzzed with activity as Stefani got ready. Balloons lined the walls, colorful streamers were draped across the ceiling, and the smell of freshly baked cake filled the air. Today wasn’t just about celebrating the twins; it was also about celebrating how far their family had come—through sleepless nights, laughter-filled days, and moments that had tested them but ultimately brought them closer.“Mommy!” Elara’s voice echoed down the hallway, followed by the sound of li
Stefani’s heart fluttered with excitement as she paced the living room, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She glanced at the clock for the hundredth time, mentally calculating the minutes left before Jacob was supposed to arrive. The house had been transformed into a celebration space, a labor of love that had taken weeks of planning and countless late nights spent coordinating with friends and family. The air was thick with anticipation, and the only thing left to do was wait for the guest of honor to walk through the door.Jacob had reached a major milestone in his career—winning a prestigious award for excellence in business management, something that had been his goal for years. It was a recognition of his hard work, long hours, and dedication, but more than that, it was a symbol of how far he had come. Stefani had watched him pour his heart and soul into his work, even though he once lost sight of their family.So, when she heard about the award, Stefani knew she had to cel
The sun was just starting to rise, casting a golden glow over the city, but Stefani had been up for hours. Her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nerves as she stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair and making final adjustments to her outfit. Today was the day. After years of dreaming, planning, and putting it off for her family, she was about to open her very own bakery.Stefani had always loved baking. It was more than a hobby for her; it was a passion, a way to express her creativity and share joy with others. From the time she was little, she would spend hours in the kitchen, covered in flour and experimenting with different flavors. But as life moved forward—marriage, children, and all the responsibilities that came with them—her dream of opening her own bakery had taken a back seat.Until now.Jacob had been her biggest supporter, urging her to follow her heart and make this dream a reality. He’d helped her find the perfect location for the bakery—a charming l
The school auditorium buzzed with excitement, filled with the soft murmur of parents, teachers, and children waiting for the talent show to begin. Stefani sat beside Jacob in the front row, her heart racing with a mix of pride and anticipation. She held Jacob’s hand tightly, glancing at the small stage where, in just a few moments, Ethan and Elara would perform in their first-ever talent show.The twins, now five years old, had been practicing for weeks. Every day after school, Stefani and Jacob would find them in the living room, dancing, singing, and occasionally arguing over who got to lead. It had been a rollercoaster of giggles, minor frustrations, and endless rehearsals. Now, the big day had finally arrived.Stefani shifted in her seat, excitement bubbling in her chest as she watched the children backstage. "I can't believe our babies are up there," she whispered to Jacob, her voice filled with awe. "It feels like just yesterday they were learning to walk."Jacob smiled, squeezi
The gentle breeze rolled off the sea, carrying with it the salty freshness of the ocean. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the pristine sands of the island they had just arrived on. It felt surreal to Stefani—the beauty of the place, the laughter of her children echoing in the air as Ethan and Elara chased each other down the shore. This island was nothing like anywhere they had been before, and for the first time in a long while, Stefani felt the worries of everyday life slip away.Jacob stood beside her, his eyes locked on the twins with a soft smile tugging at his lips. “It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice warm.Stefani nodded, her fingers lacing through his as she leaned into him. “It’s perfect,” she whispered. “I can’t believe we’re actually here. No work, no stress—just us.”He glanced down at her, something unreadable in his expression. “That’s exactly what I wanted, Stef. Just us. We’ve been through a lot, and I thought we could use so
It was a Wednesday afternoon when Stefani sat by the window, staring out at the garden while Elara and Ethan played outside. Their laughter echoed through the yard, but Stefani couldn’t find it in herself to join in. Her mind was miles away, consumed by the growing distance between her and Jacob.Days had turned into weeks since their last conversation about his workaholic tendencies, and though Jacob had apologized and promised to do better, nothing had changed. He was still coming home late, still missing family dinners, and still buried in projects that seemed more important than their family.The door opened, and Jacob walked in, looking as exhausted as ever. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and his shirt was wrinkled from a long day at the office. He glanced at Stefani, his eyes filled with that same apologetic look she had grown used to."Hey," he greeted her, dropping his briefcase by the door. "Sorry I'm late again. The meeting ran longer than expected."Stefani sighed, h
Stefani sat at the dinner table, her eyes tracing the empty seat across from her. The warm glow from the chandelier above felt dim compared to the brightness that used to fill their family meals. It wasn’t the first night Jacob had missed dinner, but it felt like the hundredth. His absence weighed heavily on her heart, an unspoken distance growing between them.Elara and Ethan, now five, chatted animatedly as they poked at their food, their little voices filling the silence Jacob had left behind. Stefani tried to focus on their laughter, their joy, but her mind kept drifting back to the clock on the wall, ticking louder and louder with every passing second. Each tick felt like a reminder that Jacob was missing yet another evening with his family.“Mommy, when is Daddy coming home?” Ethan’s soft voice cut through her thoughts. His big brown eyes were filled with innocent hope, the kind that still believed his father would walk through the door at any moment.Stefani’s heart clenched. S
Stefani sat by the window in their bedroom, watching the sunset as the soft orange hues danced across the horizon. The house was unusually quiet, save for the distant laughter of their children playing in the living room with their grandparents. She sighed, clutching her phone as her thumb hovered over Jacob’s contact.It had only been a few hours since she last saw him. He had left early in the morning for a meeting, and now the day was fading into night, with no sign of him returning. She knew Jacob loved her deeply, and she had no reason to doubt his loyalty. But still, the whisper of insecurities crawled into her mind ever since Olivia started working in his office.Despite Jacob’s reassurances and the fact that Olivia no longer bothered him, Stefani couldn't help but feel unsettled. She had always been confident in their relationship, but lately, small things seemed to gnaw at her sense of security. The little voice in her head was louder than usual.What if Olivia is still aroun