Gladys's eyes sparkled with excitement as she tugged on her mother's hand. "Mum, please let's go to the park! I want to see what it looks like. I want to know if it's comparable to the ones we visited in England," she asked, her voice filled with curiosity and enthusiasm.Electra raised an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance flickering across her face. "We can go there some other time, Gladys," she replied, her tone dismissive.But Gladys was insistent. She shook her head negatively, her ponytail bobbing behind her. "No, Mum, please let's go today. You promised me we'd spend quality time together today, and we have plenty of time left. I don't want to go back to the house now," she pleaded, her voice rising with determination.Gladys's eyes locked onto her mother's, her gaze unwavering. She could see the hesitation in Electra's expression and knew she had to persuade her. "Please, Mum? It'll be fun, I promise!" she added, her smile charming and irresistible.Electra's expression softened, he
"Alright," Knoxville said, rising from his seat with a casual air. He strode away, Henry trailing closely behind. The moment they departed, Gladys darted into the vacated spot, her bright eyes shining with excitement."Mum, I love this place!" she squealed in her signature baby tone, bouncing up and down. Electra's gaze lingered on her daughter's joyful face, but her thoughts drifted elsewhere. Memories of how she had once chosen this very spot with Knoxville resurfaced, flooding her veins with a surge of anger and resentment.Her eyes narrowed, the tension in her body palpable. "Baby, we can't stay here," she said, her voice laced with a forced calm. "Let's find somewhere else. There are plenty of other places to have fun." With a gentle tug, she grasped Gladys's hand, her fingers tightening around her daughter's as she steered her away from the painful reminder.Electra's eyes flashed with a mix of emotions - hurt, anger, and betrayal - as she navigated the crowded space.Gladys's e
Few days later Knoxville stormed into his father's office, his eyes blazing with fury as he took in the scene before him. His father, Mr. Richardo, sat behind his massive mahogany desk, a calm and collected expression on his face. Maxwell sat in one of the leather chairs, a smug look on his face, his arms crossed over his chest."What's going on here?" Knoxville demanded, his deep voice dripping with hostility as he glared at Maxwell. His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw working with suppressed anger."Have a seat, Knoxville," Mr. Richardo instructed, his voice firm but measured, gesturing to the empty chair beside Maxwell.Knoxville's eyes narrowed, his gaze darting between his father and Maxwell. "Why? You know I can't be here with him," he insisted, his voice rising in indignation. "What is he doing here, anyway?""Are you saying I can't talk to my two sons at the same time?" Mr. Richardo asked, his voice rising in surprise, his eyebrows shooting up in incredulity."You should
Electra had finally resumed work, and her diligence was evident in the stack of files and documents scattered across her desk. The soft hum of the air conditioner and the gentle chirping of birds outside created a soothing atmosphere.Matthew walked into her office, his footsteps quiet on the plush carpet. He closed the door behind him, his eyes locking onto Electra's as he settled into the chair opposite her desk."Hey, little bro?" Electra said, her voice warm and teasing, as she raised her head from the papers. "Why are you here?"Matthew's expression turned serious, his eyes holding a hint of secrecy. "I came here because I want to tell you something," he said, his voice low and measured.Electra's curiosity was piqued, her eyes sparkling with interest. "What's that?" she asked, her pen hovering over the paperwork.Matthew leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. "You must love gossip; see how serious you are," he teased, his voice laced with amusement.E
Mrs. Scofield's gentle voice cut through the tension. "Why are you raising your voice, Electra?"Electra's response was laced with anguish, her anger palpable. "Why wouldn't I raise my voice, Mum?" she asked, her words trembling.Her eyes, brimming with unshed tears, locked onto her mother's. "You're planning an arranged marriage for me without consulting me first, knowing what I endured in my previous marriage."The pain Electra had thought was long buried rose to the surface, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.Just then, Mr. Scofield re-entered the study, his brow furrowed in concern. "What's going on here? Are you both fighting again?" he asked, his deep voice a calming presence.The room seemed to pause, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Electra's shoulders sagged, her body language screaming defiance and hurt.Mrs. Scofield's expression transformed, her voice dripping with venom. "You're talking about what you passed through? Was it my fault?" she spat, her
Electra POV "Are you really leaving me? I thought our love was special," I asked, my voice shaking with shock and sadness. My husband had just sent me divorce papers and I was struggling to come to terms with it."I don't want to talk about it, Electra. I'm done with our marriage. You're not the one for me. I thought you'd bring excitement to my life, but you haven't. I'm done," Knoxville said coldly over the phone.I felt a lump form in my throat as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. "But what about all those promises you made? You said I was the one you wanted to share everything with. What happened to those words?" I asked, my voice cracking with emotion.I couldn't hold back my tears anymore, and they began to flow down my cheeks. My heart felt heavy with pain and sadness. I was losing the man I loved, and I didn't know how to stop it."Electra, those tears aren't working for me anymore. I want to move on. I think I wasn't in my right mind when I made those promises to you.
Electra POV"I'm your daughter! Why are you sending me away to a place where I'm not wanted?" I asked, my voice shaking with hurt and anger.My mother, Mrs. Scofield, laughed coldly. "How is that any of my business? I told you to get out of my house and go back to your husband's house!"I was shocked and furious. "Are you kidding me?! I'm divorced! How can I go back to my ex-husband?" I yelled at the top of my lungs.My mother's face was hard and uncaring. "I don't care if you're divorced or not. You're a fool for not knowing how to keep your marriage. No place is perfect, we're all just managing each other," she said, her words cutting deep into my heart.I felt a lump form in my throat as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I was hurt and angry, but also felt a deep sadness. My own mother didn't care about my well-being or happiness. She just wanted to get rid of me.My father tried to intervene, "Calm down dear, you know-" but my mother cut him off, her voice stern and firm."
Electra POVI stood at the doorstep of the house I had bought with my parents' stolen money, my heart racing with anxiety. I had foolishly put Knoxville's name on the documents, giving him ownership of the property. As the door opened, I was met with the sight of Knoxville, his chiseled body wrapped in a towel, his expression devoid of any emotion."Why are you here?" he asked gruffly, his tone indicating he didn't want me around. "I thought we were divorced."I felt a surge of irritation at his cold demeanor. "Can I please come in? We need to talk," I said, trying to keep my cool.Knoxville raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with disdain. "How can I let my ex-wife barge into my house? I told you I don't want anything to do with you," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel my anger and frustration simmering just below the surface. I knew I had made a mistake by coming here, but I had to confront him about the mess he had lef