Summer’s Point of ViewEven though I haven't completely come back from my reverie, I hurry to stand up as if I will to stumble. I quickly grabbed my bag and ran towards him without him noticing, since he had his back turned towards me.He was about to get into the driver's seat when I shouted, “Steven! Wait, please!”Thankfully, he halted in his tracks, his eyebrows meeting as he turned to me with a solemn expression and asked, “It's already late. Why are you still here? And why did you come here in the first place?”I adjusted the bag on my shoulder and gripped it before I gave him an answer. “It's about Celine—”“You aren't expecting me to help you with that, aren't you? Because I won't.” He turned around and was about to get into the car again, but I grabbed his wrist and gave him a pleading expression.Nonetheless, it must be true that his heart was harder than stone because he just looked down at my hand that was clutching his wrist and said with a coldness that froze my heart, “
Summer’s Point of View He remained in the same spot for one minute before he abruptly slammed the car door and marched towards me. I held my ground, staying in my spot and never letting my fear take away the bravery my eyes expressed. “You claim you forgot your memories, but it implies the opposite,” he coldly spat. “You have not changed in any way—still the same person you have always been. Exactly the same individual who has threatened others close to her in the past to achieve what she wants. With your past memories or not, you’re still the same… The Summer Ramey that is so brutal, cruel, and merciless.” With each word he uttered, he had such a cutting edge to his voice that I felt my throat closing and I couldn't bring myself to speak up in response. I couldn't bear to look at him, so I averted my eyes, knowing I couldn’t undo the damage his words had caused. His accusation of heartless made me feel numb, regardless of my past or present self. Wasn't he also someone who could
Summer’s Point of ViewI plopped down on the bench at the police station and swiped away the drop of sweat that had trickled down my face. Although I was feeling dizzy because of the heat, I had no other choice except to pray that if they noticed my dedication, they would give me authorization to bail Celine or at least let me see her.I wanted her to feel the comfort in knowing that no matter how sad her days may feel, I would always be there for her. I wished I could at least see her to cheer her up.Steven and I hadn't talked since our last conversation, so there was no way for me to expect anything from him. It had been a week and every time I called him; he hung up on me before I could even hear the ring. I had attempted to visit him at the Carter Group multiple times, but the front desk would always tell me he had already gone.Watching the people come and go at the station distracted me from the fact that I had to make a third trip to the hospital. I was hoping to have a conver
Summer's Point of View “Of course, Miss Hailey. We won't let any shameless woman enter... much more those people who pretend as Missus Carter," as the woman's voice faded, I could still hear her last words, "She isn't fit to be Missus Carter, and Mr. Carter has a good standard for his woman.”These two front desk women still didn't learn their lessons as I thought they would, they kept whispering that didn't seem to whisper but intentionally.“Oh! Don't let her hear you! Missus Carter "wannabe" might get mad again... and who knows probably has the power to fire us!”“She isn't Missus Carter! Mr. Carter didn't answer her calls. It's proof that she's lying to us.” The two women kept talking about me. I massaged my palm, turned it into fist, and gather all my will not to explode. Expecting I would be really angry, the two had an evil smirk when they seamlessly mocked me. Of course, they had Hailey in their back, so they wouldn't be easily get scared anymore.I just ignored their rants
Summer's Point of View My palms curved into fist as I tightened my grasp on my sleeves while I was watching Steven and Hailey walking away from me. I didn't remove my sight from them, especially when I saw how Hailey threw a proud and triumphant smirk while making words using her lips without sounds."You can't win against me."My heart clenched with needles penetrating the most crucial part of it... well, what's new? Steven squeezed my heart again until it dropped the last blood from it. It was painful, and I was upset about how he treated me. I'm his wife, Missus Carter, but he kept treating me like trash that he wanted to throw.....Ironically, he already did throw me away.I felt exhaustion washed all over me. Coming here was just another stressful moment that taking years of my life. As his back getting further and further, a little fire of hope was lit inside of me: that perhaps he would turn his head back to consider me before he would enter his car... but as expected, he didn
Summer's Point of View I took deep breaths and tried to push away the sting of what I had seen. I watched as Hailey moved closer to Steven, her lips turned up into a sly smirk, before she whispered something in his ear.“What are they whispering about?” I couldn't help but asked myself. Steven pulled Amby to the backseat of the car, and the seriousness of their conversation was evident in the deep frown on their faces. With a gentle lurch, the car started moving away from the parking space.“Where are they going?” I squinted and peered around, searching for a cab, but the silence of the exclusive, wealthy clubhouse made it difficult to find one.I almost ran in panic, my stomach churning with fear as I recalled what Hailey had told Steven - that Amby had gotten into an accident. She needed to be taken to the hospital, so I knew Steven would take her to the hospital with its grand entrance and expensive services.When I spotted a cab going my way, I hailed it and slid into the back
Summer’s Point of ViewI felt a presence behind me and when I swiveled around; I saw a young man who seemed to be my age. He had pinkish lips, and his jaw was in a perfect curve. He grinned at me knowingly, his eyes twinkling with recognition.“Hi,” I greeted and slightly bowed my head. His smile widened as I gave him a confused reaction. He looked so pleased when he saw me, so I couldn't help but wonder. “I’m sorry, but do I know you?” The man scratched his nape, and there was a strange emotion in his eyes when they landed on mine. He pursed his lips as if it was funny that I asked his name.“Hey! It’s me, Brandon Scott. It’s nice to see you again, Miss Summer.” Brandon? I couldn't recall meeting a person named Brandon. Straining my eyes shut as I tried to remember if I knew him, I came up empty.With a deep breath, I tried to remember the man, but the harder I concentrated, the worse my headache got. It was so painful that I almost groaned in so much pain.I felt the hollowness of
Summer's Point of View“Steven, it's time for you to head home. Why can't you believe me when I am telling you I am fine?” Amber urged again.Reality hit me like a ton of bricks when I heard Amby's words to Steven. I stole a quick look at him, feeling the anticipation in the air as I waited to see how he would react to her.Steven cast a glance at Brandon, who was standing to his side, instead of saying anything to Amby. His face was set in a serious expression, and his eyes were icy and uninviting.“What happened to Amby? Did you investigate it?” Steven asked and my heart felt like it was being squeezed and half into two. His face was etched with worry for Amby, more so than when he looked at me.Amby stared incredulously at Steven, shaking her head in amazement that he was being so obstinate in front of her."Yes, Mr. Steven. I found out that the man behind the chaos is—"“Froilan Hernandez invited me to have dinner with him. He is the director of the big company's technology, so I h
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