As the press conference commenced, a paid journalist, fueled by a desire for controversy, seized the opportunity to throw the first spiteful question at Mrs. Elena Hamilton. With a sly grin, he inquired, "Mrs. Hamilton, is it true that you were once a disgraced and rejected staff member of Nixon Tech? Rumor has it that your ideas were shamelessly stolen from them."Not yet answered, another paid journalist, eager to further ignite the flames of controversy, interjected with a provocative question of her own. "And what about the incident involving an international supermodel named Isabella Thompson? It is said that you and your friend, Scarlett, publicly humiliated her by formatting her paid website meant for her fans. Is there any truth to these claims?"As tension hung in the air, a third journalist, eyes flickering mischievously, posed a question designed to provoke a reaction. "Furthermore, credible sources have informed us that you rejected your fiancé, Arthur Morrone, against you
With each revelation, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly charged. The once-sneering guests, who had initially regarded Elena with disdain for her proud remarks, now found themselves filled with empathy. Their eyes widened in disbelief as the true extent of the mistreatment and betrayal came to light. Whispers spread like wildfire as the crowd reacted with a mix of outrage, astonishment, and sympathy.The room buzzed with a mix of anger, frustration, and disbelief as the conversation revolved around the cruel treatment of the company's staff. Voices filled the air, their emotions palpable."How could a company be so heartless towards their own employees?" One guest exclaimed, her voice laced with indignation."You're right, my dear They should have protected her from that evil Isabella," replied Another, his tone dripping with disdain.Another addition to the conversation, chiming in, "I've heard some compelling stories about that infamous Isabella Thompson and her family's l
As Isabella sat in her chair, the weight of her anger and frustration pressed heavily upon her. Her mind raced, replaying the events that had unfolded, searching for a way to salvage her plans or seek revenge. Yet, amidst the chaos of her thoughts, a sense of helplessness began to seep in. The realization of her own vulnerability gnawed at her, a reminder that even the most carefully laid schemes could unravel in the face of unforeseen circumstances.Lost in the depths of her own anger, Isabella found herself trapped in a web of her own making. The walls of her office seemed to close in around her, mirroring the confines of her own defeated aspirations. Her once impenetrable confidence now wavered, leaving her adrift in a sea of uncertainty.In the stillness of her office, Isabella's anger simmered, a relentless flame that threatened to consume her. She knew that her next move would be crucial, defining the path she would take in the aftermath of her failure. But for now, she remained
Scarlett's voice, soft and enchanting, reached Elena's ears like a soothing melody. "How do you feel, dear?" she inquired, concern etched on her face.Elena's gaze fixated on Scarlett, her brows furrowing in a mixture of confusion and puzzlement. She could feel the dryness in her throat, prompting her to swallow several times before she mustered a response. "I... I think I'm fine," she managed to say, her voice hoarse and weak. "But I could really use a glass of water."Without hesitation, Scarlett rose from her seat, a sense of urgency in her movements. She swiftly crossed the room to the other side of Elena's bed, her steps almost a dance. Retrieving a bottle of water, she returned to Elena's side, her nurturing instincts taking over."Here you go," Scarlett said, her voice brimming with reassurance. With gentle hands, she helped Elena adjust her bed to a more upright position, providing comfort and support. The cool bottle of water was then placed in Elena's trembling hands, offeri
Elena's breath hitched, her mind racing to process the significance of these questions. Fear mingled with curiosity as she realized the striking resemblance between her recent experiences and the symptoms being described. A surge of realization washed over her, and she quickly conducted a mental calculation."Damn!" Elena whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible. "I'm... I'm some days late," she confessed, her eyes widening in disbelief. "But... but it's normal to be this late, right?"Elena's heart raced as she listened to the doctor's words. Every symptom mentioned mirrored her own experiences over the past few days. Fear and disbelief mingled within her, and she couldn't help but wonder if the worst-case scenario was becoming a reality."Could it be...no...it can't! I was careful, Very careful!" Elena muttered, her voice trembling. She clutched her hands together tightly, the anxiety creeping up her spine. "I occasionally took my drugs. Oh damn! Oh no! Okay, I'm overthi
Dr. Clara, her eyes sparkling with excitement, responded enthusiastically, "Yes, you are!" Relief washed over her as Elena welcomed the announcement with open arms. Curiosity tugged at her, wondering why Elena had initially acted strangely. However, she decided to allow Elena to celebrate her newfound news before probing further.As Elena's radiant smile illuminated the room, Dr. Clara took a moment to observe her patient. Elena's eyes glistened with tears of joy, her face glowing with a mixture of happiness and wonder. The room seemed to fill with an air of anticipation, a shared sense of excitement between doctor and patient.Elena closed her eyes, allowing herself a brief moment to envision the beautiful face of her unborn child. A tender smile graced her lips as she imagined all the wonderful things she would provide for her little one once they arrived in the world. Thoughts of the perfect name danced through her mind, and she could already feel the immense love she would shower
As Elena and Dr. Clara concluded their discussion, a knock echoed through the room, followed by Scarlett's anxious entrance. When Scarlett saw Elena's beaming smile, her racing heart calmed, and she took a seat beside her friend's bedside. Dr. Clara nodded at them before leaving the room, leaving the two women to their conversation.Grinning mischievously, Scarlett playfully remarked, "Smiling suits you, dear." She settled into the chair, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern.Elena's smile widened at Scarlett's teasing, but her expression soon turned serious. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage before sharing her news. "Scarlett, I'm four weeks pregnant," she revealed, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension.Scarlett's eyes widened in astonishment, her hand instinctively covering her open mouth. The room filled with a momentary silence as the weight of Elena's revelation sank in."Elena! Oh my goodness! I am so incredibly happy for you!" Scarlett ex
But her circumstances were different. The knowledge that Liam didn't desire fatherhood weighed heavily upon her, casting shadows of doubt and disappointment upon her dreams. The fear of breaking the promise she had made to him knotted her stomach, leaving her torn between her own happiness and the potential pain her revelation might cause.As Elena lay there, her thoughts spinning in a whirlpool of uncertainty, she couldn't help but wonder if her joy would forever remain muted and hidden. She yearned for a way to bridge the gap between her desires and Liam's apprehensions, to find a path where their shared love could triumph over their differences.As Elena sat in her hospital bed, she felt the need to clear her head and devise a plan to manage her pregnancy discreetly, especially around her husband Liam. Only Scarlett was aware of Elena's condition, and she was determined to keep it that way until she felt ready to reveal the news to Liam.Feeling a surge of determination, Elena swif