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
Summer’s Point of View “Divorce?” Steven chuckled, but his eyes lacked any joy. “Missus Carter, you seem to use that word a lot these days just because it is convenient for you. Since you can’t recall, allow me to remind you of your past self-centered refusals when I asked for a divorce.”I felt a lump in my throat and even I wanted to open my mouth; I knew all that would come out was air. The car stopped right at that moment as he turned his head on me. With his cold eyes, he asked, “What? Nothing to refute?”I pinched my right leg to force myself to stay conscious, feeling drained from the intensity of Steven’s gaze. He wanted to torture me. I was sure of it because his eyes couldn’t deny it. As my pants slowly became breath again, I muttered, “I’m only asking you to free Celine out of the jail. Is it hard for you to do?””How can you expect me to risk my neck against the Brown family for the insignificant assistant you have?” Steven sneered. “Insignificant?” I gritted my teeth an
Summer's Point of ViewAs I glanced into the VIP room Steven had given to Amby, I felt a sense of grandeur; the walls were covered in intricate gold leaf. Her room was orderly and tidy, with plenty of space for visitors. Perhaps this was how Steven Carter cared for the woman he cherished deeply, keeping her safe from harm.My husband would make sure her sweetheart had everything she needed to be as comfortable as possible during her recovery. To him, the million dollar cost of the hospital per day was a worthwhile investment if it meant Amby would recover.Hailey looked at Amby and angrily stood up before she spat, "Don't you dare do something, Summer, because I will make sure you will regret it!"Hailey was seething with rage and glared at me before storming out. The reverence she had for Amby was so great that she would follow her instructions, even if she didn't like them.My eyes went back to Amby's face. I stared at her angelic face for a long time and couldn't help but admire it.
Summer’s Point of ViewI looked on as Steven stepped into the room, his presence filling it with a strange electric energy. His face was livid, and I could feel the sting of regret on my tongue, like I had wronged Amby because of what he said.“Steven, why are you staring at me like I’m the worst person you’ve ever met? Did my presence ever mean anything to you? Do you really think I can do something so horrible to Amby?"I wanted to convey those words to him, but I refrain myself by biting my tongue. If he assumed I was intending to do those terrible things to his sweetheart, he would not use his mental capacity to think and would instantly kill me himself.”Don’t worry, my good husband.” I started, emphasizing the word husband, and smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “I acted with the utmost integrity and did nothing wrong with her. We are only talking about something.”He looked over at Amby with a critical eye, as if he wouldn’t believe me until he could check for himself that she
Summer’s Point of ViewSteven pulled me to the secluded corner, and I felt the roughness of the wall behind me as he moved his face closer to me. When I felt his brawny arms, I couldn't help but gasp at the sensation. I was out of breath, my strength sapping as I tried to push him away.The way he acted brought a pleasant, tingling warmth to my chest. However, his piercing eyes seemed to study me, and I felt my skin crawl under his scrutiny.“Summer, what did you tell Amby?” he asked.“What do you think?” I asked back, a little frustrated as I pushed him. I tried to avert my eyes, but he grasped my chin, making me look directly into his. I felt my mind go blank, overwhelmed by what he had done. We were locked in a silent battle of wills, neither of us looking away.“I’m asking you, Summer. Answer my question.”His breath was hot on my skin as his murmuring grew louder. His presence alone was enough to cause me to collapse. What more to this kind of distance? His voice was low and men
Summer’s Point of View“Answer me, wife. What can you destroy in my life? How will you do that?”When I understood Steven had me cornered by his question, the fear ran through my veins, and I could feel my heart beating faster and faster. I couldn’t believe I had been so naïve, not realizing he was trying to ensnare me with my own words.“Why do I need to answer you? I will not answer you, for I know it will make you suspicious of me.” I scoffed at him and shoved him away before I said gruffly, “I have some things to do, so I have to go. Bye!”I already turned around and took steps. However, before I could make a distance from him, his breath struck my nape.“Just the typical Summer, nothing to expect.”As my stilettos shuffling against the pavement, I heard his throaty voice behind me, but I hastened away. His movements were quick and calculated, like a beast searching for prey to feast on. I exhaled slowly to slow down the frantic hammering of my heart.Whenever I was with him, I fel
Summer’s Point of View I arrived at the dinner party at 7 pm. As I entered the banquet hall, I could see the glimmering chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The vibrant colors around me made me remember why I had come to this place. Of course, it was because of learning more about my past, but I received news that Steven would attend the party, too. Recalling the moment he told me it was my fault that Amby’s dream had been crushed, I was stirred to come here more.I made my way around, eager to find him. My eyes searched the crowd, and I struggled to find his familiar tall body amongst the sea of unfamiliar faces and figures. It took me half an hour yet I still did not see him. Feeling my feet hurting from walking, I ended up stepping into the garden. Standing at the edge of the garden, I could see the huge outdoor swimming pool and marvel at the clarity of the water. I noticed the few guests standing, their voices carrying across the pool as they chatted with each other. I survey
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