Summer's Point of ViewAs he drew nearer, his breath warmed my lips, and the sound of rain faded in comparison to my racing heart. His grip on my waist was firm, sending shivers of anticipation through my body. I tried to shift my focus to the rain, but my every thought was consumed by the desire to feel his connection. It was as though my body craved his kiss, his embrace, and his touch like a wild animal in heat.After a brief moment of gazing at each other, he broke the silence, his voice barely audible amidst the sound of raindrops, “Do you know the reason behind me giving you flowers?”With his intense brooding eyes finally released from my own, I mustered a weak voice in response, one that I was certain would no longer be heard. "Why?"My knees turned to jelly and I couldn't feel them anymore, so I hoped he wouldn't let go of me. Despite my initial assumption that he hadn't heard me, I was surprised when he responded, and his reply was so unexpected that it almost caused me to c
Summer's Point of ViewAs the car came to a halt, he kissed me with fervor, leaving me in a daze. I couldn’t comprehend how we made it inside. The heat between us was intoxicating; I had lost all sense of rationality. All I recall was him lifting me up as we continued to kiss, my legs tightly wrapped around his waist. When we arrived at our room, he quickly laid me on the bed and removed his white polo like a beast eager to devour its prey. He then licked my neck and whispered seductively in my ear, “I’ve missed this scent. I’ve missed your body. I’ve missed your moans. I miss everything about you. No one can understand how much I desire to touch you, but I’m afraid you’ll hate me.”In my mind, I wondered why he was suddenly so talkative. Had he lost his ability to remain tight-lipped as he usually did? I bit my lower lip, stealing glances at his abs.I was positive that I had not consumed any alcohol, yet I felt intoxicated by his mere presence. Lost in thought, I had failed to real
Steven’s Point of ViewI slipped on my trousers and didn’t wear top anymore, gazing down at the tranquil goddess sleeping before me. I sauntered over to her bedside, captivated by her innocence. They were right, emotions could cloud your judgement, causing you to say things you didn’t mean. Regret consumed me every day for what I said to her that day, but I knew no amount of remorse could make things right again.Yes, I loved her. There was absolutely no doubt about it.I always do.I always will.Forgiveness and love were like two sides of the same coin, each with their own unique essence and depth. It was possible to expand the depths of affection for someone, even while carrying a flame of resentment towards them. In the wake of the heartbreaking loss of our child, it became abundantly apparent that my love for her remained strong and unwavering, in stark contrast to her own feelings towards me. My love for her caused me to turn a blind eye to her misdeeds, ultimately leading to he
Summer’s Point of ViewLiving a life based on truth and devoid of any form of deception was undeniably the most fulfilling experience one could have. However, what if you had realized that the problem was not the people around you, but you were the one causing the harm all along? How could you handle such a realization? Would you be able to forgive yourself for the wrongs you had done?As I gazed at the ominous black cloud hovering in the sky, a sudden wave of realization crashed over me. The air was thick with the scent of rain, and the sound of distant thunder rumbled in the distance. Despite the darkness of the cloud, I couldn’t help but find it beautiful, a sight that always brought me comfort. I pulled my knees to my chest, feeling the softness of the bed beneath me, and surrendered to the tranquility of the moment.I ran my fingers through my long black hair and pulled the sheet up to my chest. Glancing to my side, I realized that the man I had slept with the night before was no
Summer’s Point of ViewWe were on our way to Steven’s office, riding inside the car. Nana sat beside the driver, and I was in the backseat, quietly gazing out the window. As we passed by a large billboard featuring Amby’s face, my attention was drawn to her fingers, which bore scars.What happened to her fingers because of me? And why did I do it? My mind was filled with numerous questions, but I couldn’t find any answers.Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice that we had arrived at the building. It wasn’t until Nana called out to me I get back to my reverie. She was just about to step out of the car when I stopped her. “Nana, you can wait for me here. I might take a while inside as I have to wait in the lobby first.”Her brow creased as she asked, “Is Mister Steven in a meeting?”“No,” I responded, opening the door. “Just wait for me here.”Without waiting for her response any longer, I swiftly made my way into the building. Upon entering, the employees were all engrossed in their
Summer’s Point of View“Why do you need to ask? Your memories will eventually come back to you if you just wait.”He stared at me, his expression gentle yet slightly intense. It was as if he was communicating a range of emotions to me, but I struggled to discern their meaning. Feeling unsure, I averted my eyes and fidgeted with my fingers.“And what if they won’t come back anymore?”“Then, it is what it is. Let it be.”“But Steven, it doesn’t work that way! I want to know and remember everything! I want to atone for my mistakes because I don’t want to upset people anymore.” I was not angry, just overwhelmed by emotions. “I don’t want to be stuck in the shadows forever.” I declared, locking eyes with him.“Didn’t you claim to remember everything? Was that not the truth?” he asked, his tone cold and distant. He let out a chuckle, but this time it was laced with a hint of anger. “Summer, how can I confide in you when you can’t even be honest with yourself? Why must you lie, even in trivi
Summer’s Point of ViewHailey’s eyes narrowed and her fists balled up as she stormed towards me. I could hear the sharp sound of her heels hitting the pavement with each step. Her jaw was clenched so tight that I could see the muscles bulging in her face.“The hell did you say, bitch?” she spat out, her voice laced with venom. “Are you fucking fooling me?”I responded by rolling my eyes and crossing my arms while raising an eyebrow. “Please be mindful of your words, Missy. Were you taught to behave shamelessly and uneducated? I certainly hope not.”As the words left my mouth, I couldn’t help but recall the exact words she had said to me. I was returning them with a retribution, using this same spot and the same people who were present on that fateful day, so that she could feel the same pain I had felt. It was time for her to taste her own medicine.As she glared at me and panted, holding back her temper, I stepped past her. But before I could leave completely, I halted without turnin
Summer’s Point of ViewMy ears perked up at what she had said, and I couldn’t help but clench my palm, revealing the white in my knuckles. Despite feeling like my ego had been trampled on, I attempted to swallow my honor and present her with the kindest smile I could muster before retracting. “Are you excited, Miss Taylor? Do you happen to be one of those girls who eagerly await for us to split so you can have your way with my husband? It seems like you’re displaying a bit of desperation, aren’t you?”I laughed as I observed her restlessly turn her head from side to side, as if apprehensive that the press would hear what I had just said. Her ears turned red, and she swallowed anxiously, but I wasn’t done yet. I expressed my thoughts, asserting, “Initially, I believed you were only upset with me because of my past with your brother. However, I had no clue that you were also envious of me for being Steven’s wife. Unfortunately, I have to break it to you that a divorce won’t be happening
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