The warm hum of the afternoon filled the Hansley home. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting warm rays onto the plush carpet where Ethan and Elara lay side by side sitting with their favorite toys. Stefani sat on the floor watching the twins babble in their own secret language as they reached out for colors blocks and stuffed animals with tiny hands.
Jacob was brewing coffee in the kitchen; his voice would filter through the occasional humming of a tune. It was one of those days—calm, peaceful, with so many quiet moments that make Stefani feel unbelievably fortunate.
Ethan was the more vocal of the two and was suddenly much louder; indeed, his lips were shaping something now that sounded more than just baby babble. Stefani immediately and completely attended to him. She leaned closer, her heart beating a little hard. Could this be it? Is he finally going to say his first word?
Ethan's chubby hands reached for the toy car, and with it held aloft in
Elara and Ethan were almost four years old, and their inquiring minds had the tendency to boil with excitement. Today, they were staying the whole day at their grandparents', Summer and Steven's, because Stefani and Jacob had gone on business abroad. The twins, full of energy, walked into their grandparents' house, grinning from ear to ear, looking forward to another activity filled with fun.As morning sunlight spread golden warmth over the living room, Summer knelt down, arms wide open. "My little angels!" she greeted, pulling both Elara and Ethan into a warm embrace. Their arms wrapped around her filled the room with giggles.Steven, sitting in his favorite armchair, chuckled. "Looks like we're going to have our hands full today."Ethan spotted it: there in the corner, way back from the light--a big old cardboard box, nearly covered in dust. "Grandpa! What's that?" he asked, pointing eagerly.Steven smiled. "That, my boy is a box full of memories. Let'
Tropical island breeze smoothened over Stefani's body as she stood at the edge of the water, and waves lapped gently over her feet. The horizon was all pink and orange in color because the sun was slowly setting into the end of the day, leaving a deep golden hue on everything around the beach.Jacob stood right behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her close. "You look beautiful," he whispered in her ear, his deep voice full of awe.He sensed Stefani lean back into him, let the weight of years just slither away as the serenity of the moment settled in. Rarely were they alone together now; between work, family, and little twins now rampantly following them both, every spare minute filled to capacity. He knew this vacation was long overdue: a chance to reconnect, relax, and to just be."I missed this," she whispered, turning her face towards him. "Just us."Jacob smiled, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "I missed it too. We neede
Summer’s Point of ViewI married the youngest handsome rich guy like I've ever dreamed of.It was our third year anniversary and yet this was the gift he gave me. A divorce paper.I used to think that my life would be complete when he would choose to stay with me, but I was wrong. Those three years “together” felt hollow, as our relationship could not be considered a genuine marriage, since he never gave us the opportunity to build a family together.Why did he marry me again? Oh, I already had forgotten.He is rarely in my presence. Most of the time, I only hear about him on the TV news.[Breaking News! Steven Carter was spotted having dinner with Amby Black, a famous model and actress at a VIP Premium restaurant. It was widely believed that the two of them had had an intimate connection since childhood. Could this possibly be a suggestion that the feelings we believed had been extinguished will be reignited?]The news I heard didn't seem to register in my mind.In the darkness of my
Summer’s Point of View [One Month Later] “Just don’t push yourself too much. I am confident that you will make a speedy recovery.” I was relieved when the doctor told me the news and I couldn't help but smile, feeling the pain in my head subside. For the initial weeks following my awakening, it felt like my brain was being freshly plucked from my head and the pain was unremitting. The doctor told me that this was one effect of the memory loss I experienced from the trauma of the accident. To tell the truth, I didn't remember the details of how I got into the accident or what caused it. But I saw messages on my phone. “Thank you, Doc,” I replied to the female doctor, then returned her with a small smile. She smiled at me in return and then went on her way. The moment she stepped out of the room, I picked up my damaged phone again and swiped it open, reading the message that still left me baffled and confused. [I’m going home tonight and by the time I get home you should have
Summer's Point of ViewA heavy stillness descended upon us, so loud it felt like a deafening silence. My ears felt as though they were completely numb, and I could practically hear the chirping of crickets. The phrase that I shared with him was like a moment of enlightenment. Not even a trace of surprise was visible in his eyes anymore, but his expression had become a bit more gentle. Even though it seemed unlikely, I still held onto a spark of hope that perhaps what Celine had said about my husband was all made up and that the news had been twisted, intending to damage his reputation.Nonetheless, my hope dwindled to nothing when he asked me with a much colder and callous question, "When?"The once complete heart I had has been slowly breaking apart, leaving it more and more fragmented. My head was wrapped in thick gauze and I couldn't move because of the casts on my hand and foot. He turned a blind eye to my current situation. He had not bothered to ask a word about it since ente
Summer’s Point of ViewIn the space of a split second, he released his hold on my waist, pulled my wrist firmly, and shoved me solidly into the bed. Before I had the chance to respond, he swiftly lifted both my arms up above my head and buried his teeth in my shoulder.His movements were so fast that I could not keep up with what was going on. It was like I was soaring through the sky, pursuing something intangible and elusive. And as soon as I comprehended what he had done to me, I rapidly elevated my foot to kick him.“Mr. Carter, what on earth do you think you are doing?” I looked at him in surprise as I tried to kick him, yet he was quicker and locked my legs with his knee, then pushing his other knee in between my thighs, not allowing me to move.“What am I doing, you ask?” he asked, grinning slightly before glancing down at my somewhat exposed breast. “Don’t act virgin. We both are aware of who typically insists on sex and who made the loudest moans on the first night we spent t
My eyes again sought the woman who shamed me in front of those who praised my husband and his mistress. Nonetheless, instead of finding her, I noticed Steven's glue-like stare directed at me.His gaze was not fixed on me, but it was directed towards my neck and the slight exposure of my chest. Adding a unique touch to the formal event gown I was wearing, I had a slit design on the side of my legs.I was just about to return to him the strange stare he was giving me. However, when my eyes turned back to his and Amby's eyes, a woman entered behind them wearing a Maxi Dress and her echoing stilettos up to five inches long. The red of her lips matched the excitement of the evening and her ponytail was styled so high that it was appeared like she was the star of the night.She rushed in front of me while chewing gum and raising her eyebrows. After she had stopped, she gave me an impish grin that revealed her intentions to tease me."Long time no see, great pretender," she taunted.I return
I was feeling restless and anxious as we made our way to the hallway that was lined with a red carpet. I wanted to think about when this night was going to be over, but how could I do that when the man's eyes behind me were drilling into my back?I knew I could not put it off any longer, so I paused my steps and bravely looked him in the eyes. Drawing in a deep breath, I said, “I'm not here for your entertainment, Mister Carter, so kindly take your eyes off my back. There is nothing enjoyable here but my bare skin.”"That's what I'm wondering about. You know it's not a good view, so why did you even thought wearing backless," he said and maintained his cold air.Despite the hallway being too dark for the sun to penetrate, his eyes radiated a powerful energy, though they were dark and tranquil.They typical Steven Carter. Elegant and majestic.I was jolted out of my trance when I realized his words. I gritted my teeth because I was so irritated and astounded because he still had time to