Kendall opened the front door with a feeling of relief. The quietness of the house felt overwhelming compared to the recent chaos of the past weeks. With a gentle click, she shut the door and her shoulders drooped a little. The well-known sound of the door seemed to amplify the significance of her arrival back. Quietly walking across the shiny wooden floor, she headed towards the kitchen.In the kitchen, she poured water into a glass, observing as the refreshing liquid spun inside the glass. The simple sound of the faucet provided a momentary calm amid her overwhelming emotions. Having a slow, intentional sip, she allowed the chill to calm her anxiety, even if just for a brief moment. She looked around the kitchen, noticing the everyday things like the tidy mail and the spotless countertops. It was a stark difference from the turmoil that appeared to be swirling inside her.After finishing the glass, Kendall sank onto the sofa in the living room. The soft cushions offered a temporary
Kendall felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest while she looked at Jason, her thoughts swirling with disbelief. Bringing up the baby was one aspect of their situation, however, Jason's composed attitude and his manner of discussing it left her feeling trapped in a whirlwind of emotions. She inquired, her voice shaking, “How did you discover?”Jason reached into his pocket and extracted a tiny, transparent pouch. Within the pouch was a pregnancy test strip, with its outcome clearly visible, a stark and undeniable fact. Jason interrupted, his voice firm but not unkind. “I was worried. I returned, and it was as if you had disappeared. I had to find out what was happening. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy, but this...” He motioned towards the test strip, "...was something I had to comprehend, something I needed to understand for myself.”Kendall averted her eyes, looking down at the floor, avoiding making eye contact with Jason. "I will..." She confessed to being scared, speaking
The silence of the living room was shattered by Kendall's phone ringing. Looking at the screen, she noticed Alicia's name shining. She felt a wave of relief when she saw her best friend's name, bringing comfort amidst her turmoil. She responded by swiping, feeling a slight relief as she recognized Alicia's voice on the phone. “Alicia! Kendall expressed her relief and weariness, which she was unable to completely hide, when she said, "I'm glad to hear from you." Alicia's soothing voice was like a warm and comforting balm on a stressful day. Hello, Kendall! Lately, you've been on my mind a lot. How are you managing? I acknowledge that you have been experiencing a difficult period. Kendall let out a deep sigh, trying to manage her feelings. I'm thrilled that you chose to reach out to me by phone. I have several pieces of information to share with you - some are positive while others are negative. It's truly been a crazy adventure, I must say. I was uncertain about where to find assi
Kendall and Jason strolled together towards the art gallery, relishing the invigorating cool autumn breeze while holding hands. The city streets were painted in a golden glow by the setting sun, showcasing the vibrant autumn leaves. Kendall sneaked a peek at Jason, feeling a blend of curiosity and anxiety in her heart. Since Jason's sudden change in behavior, every interaction with him seemed like a fresh installment in their intricate narrative.As they neared the massive entrance of the museum, its grand columns and detailed exterior towering above them, Jason gazed at Kendall with a gentle, almost soothing grin. "I believed spending the day here would be pleasant," he remarked softly. "I understand that things have been difficult recently, so I wanted to try out something new, something that could provide us with a brief break from everything."Kendall was shocked, her eyes widening in surprise. "An art gallery?" "Do you mean a location to showcase historical objects and artistic p
Kendall awoke to the soft, insistent voice of the maid through the door. “Miss Kendall, breakfast is ready. Sir Jason would like to have breakfast with you.”Still enveloped in the comfort of the early hours, Kendall extended her body and rose from bed, her thoughts already returning to the enjoyable moments from the museum the day before. She descended with light, eager steps. The table is filled with different types of fresh berries, sliced oranges, and apples were neatly organized on plates together with whole-grain toast and avocado. Additional choices consisted of yogurt parfaits featuring granola and a selection of nuts, all customized to align with her nutritional requirements.Jason was already sitting at the table in a relaxed manner, holding a newspaper. Upon Kendall's arrival, he looked up and a warm smile spread across his face. "Good morning, Kendall," he warmly greeted with sincerity in his voice.Kendall returned the smile, yet her eyes betrayed a touch of anxiety. “G
Kendall admired the gorgeous midnight-blue gown that hung so gracefully over her body as she stood in front of the mirror. The soft sheen of the material highlighted her lovely features and curves. Her face was framed by the sweetheart neckline, and the gown's short train gave it a sophisticated touch. She put on the delicate necklace and matching earrings with care, their sparkle perfectly completing the outfit. Despite their elegant appearance, the heels were manageably comfortable, enabling her to move with ease. As Kendall stroked her fingertips over the material, she had a mixture of anxiety and excitement. She inhaled deeply before beginning her journey down the grand staircase. Her shoes clicking on the marble steps resonated down the hall. When she got to the bottom, she saw Jason standing near the door with his back to her. There was a tangible sense of expectation. When Jason turned around, his reaction was immediate and expressive. His mouth dropped open when he noti
The atmosphere was light and cozy, with lots of conversation on the trip home from the restaurant. The gentle hum of the car's engine blended with the talk between Jason and Kendall. Their faces were softly glowing as the city lights poured by. With every word Kendall said, Jason's curiosity about her grew. He cast a quick glance at her. "I had no idea you were so passionate about art," he said, his eyes showing real curiosity. "It's obvious that it resonates deeply with you." With a little giggle, Kendall's eyes glistened with anticipation. It's something I've cherished forever. The emotions and stories that art can portray are often too strong for words to fully capture. It offers a window into the mind and a glimpse into the world of another person.Jason nodded, clearly intrigued. That fascinates me. You have this really perceptive and novel way of looking at the world. It's among the qualities of you that I now find admirable. As he spoke, Kendall's heart began to race. She fe
Jason stood in his dimly lit bedroom, leaning against the cold marble counter, his mind clouded with thoughts of Kendall. He hadn't been able to shake the memory of the one moment when they almost felt real—when their lips met in a kiss that was meant to be nothing but he wanted more. The kiss had been brief, but it stirred something inside him. Contractual was not how her lips had felt on his, nor the unsaid tension that simmered under the surface. He gave a strong breath in an attempt to get rid of the sensation, but it stuck to him like a second skin. The barriers separating them felt impenetrable, but he couldn't deny the pull. It was forbidden to break the terms of the agreement, their arrangement. A knock on the door took his attention away from his thoughts. Jason scowled and retreated from the counter. It was too late for anybody to come over. His eyes grew wide with surprise when he opened the door. Bathed in the warm light of the hallway, Kendall stood there. Her ey
Jason woke up to the soft light coming in through the curtains, creating gentle shadows in the room. Looking at Kendall next to him, he glanced over and saw her resting peacefully with a relaxed expression on her face. Her being there soothed him unexpectedly, providing a peaceful reassurance that was both fresh and recognizable. He briefly observed her, feeling warmth in his chest, surprised by the sudden appearance of this feeling. Kendall awoke, her eyes opening slowly, and when she looked at him, a faint smile formed on her lips, showing how tired she still was. She whispered "Good morning," in a gentle and sleepy voice. "Jason responded, his smile soft, mirroring the warmth in his eyes, saying, 'Morning!'" “How are you feeling? Still tired?”Kendall paused to breathe, moving a piece of hair from her face. "She actually admitted she was doing better, stretching out her arms." “I think I just needed a good rest… and maybe some company,” she added with a light laugh, though her e
Jason’s laughter filled the cozy living room as he poured two glasses of champagne, his smile easy and unguarded. Kendall observed him, feeling a warmth envelop her as she noticed the uncommon, easygoing side of him. Their festive dinner was a modest yet sincere event, filled with soft dialogue, exchanged looks, and a tacit comprehension lingering in the atmosphere. "To fresh starts," Jason remarked, raising his glass in her direction. Kendall raised hers in reply, locking eyes with him, and they tapped their glasses together. "To new beginnings," she repeated, a gentle smile dancing on her lips. While they drank, Kendall started to sense a slight wave of tiredness washing over her, more intense than normal. She dismissed it, not wishing to spoil the moment. Jason inclined his body forward, his eyes fixed as he observed her expression. “Are you okay?” he inquired, his tone reflecting a hint of worry. “You seem… tired.”Kendall shook her head, smiling reassuringly. “I’m fine, just…
Jason’s office hummed with subdued anticipation, his team moving restlessly in the background, gazes glued to the phone as they waited for the official announcement. Jason was at his desk, attempting to look composed, yet his fingers drummed a constant beat on the edge, revealing his eagerness. Kendall faced him, her gaze supportive and kind as she observed him. A sharp ring cut through the room. Jason’s assistant, Jane picked up, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes as she turned to him. “Mr. Carter, it’s the call.”He nodded, inhaling deeply to calm himself. Kendall offered him a supportive smile, silently saying, "You can do it." Jason felt a surge of comfort from her being there. He lifted the receiver, his voice calm, yet there was a hint of something else—a subtle assurance. “Hello, yes, speaking.”The conversation began with formalities, and Jason’s responses remained professional, yet Kendall noticed how his shoulders gradually relaxed, a subtle shift in his expression
When the long-awaited day finally came, the big hall was filled with happy chatter and the sound of youngsters laughing blended with soft background music. Bright balloons, animated streamers, and tables brimming with toys adorned the location. Kendall strolled next to Jason, her eyes absorbing the vibrant scene with a gentle, caring look.A little girl tugged on her dress, drawing her attention. She bent down, meeting the child’s curious eyes. “Hi there! What’s your name?”The girl blinked shyly, hiding her face for a moment. “Lily.”Kendall’s smile brightened as she offered her hand. “Well, Lily, I’m Kendall. “Could you please show me which toys are your favorites?” The girl's expression brightened as she agreed, grasping Kendall's hand and guiding her to a table filled with stuffed animals and vivid blocks. Jason observed the situation from a short distance, his face relaxing as he noticed Kendall laughing and conversing effortlessly with Lily. “You’re really good with kids,” Jas
The vibrant lights of the toy shop shimmered on the racks, creating a cozy illumination as Jason and Kendall entered. The atmosphere was infused with a mix of exhilaration and reminiscence, and Kendall's eyes sparkled as she surveyed her surroundings, beaming. Jason found himself captivated by her enthusiasm, even while reminding himself that their purpose was for the children, not for his increasing intrigue with her. “So,” he started, observing her gaze scanning the aisles in amazement, “where do we even begin?” Kendall gazed at him, determination shining in her eyes. "Okay, let's examine this." We need to pick things they’ll genuinely enjoy. Not just the fancy stuff, but toys they’ll have fun with.”Jason nodded, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Practical yet fun. Got it. "You seem like you have experience with this." She chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "I've gained some experience, whether you believe it or not." Furthermore, I desire for them to sense that
Following a lengthy day filled with meetings, Jason closed his laptop and rubbed his face with a hand while letting out a deep sigh. His phone vibrated on the table, drawing his focus. He grabbed it, noticing an email alert from “Mason & Blare Industries,” one of the top firms he had been chasing for several months. They’d sent him a formal invitation to a charity event—an opportunity he knew could solidify his company’s reputation. Yet, as he scanned the details, a line caught his eye. He needed to attend with his wife. Jason exhaled, drumming his fingers on his desk. Kendall didn’t enjoy being in the limelight. The last thing he wanted was to pressure her. The idea of going alone was appealing, but the collaboration relied on it, and he was aware they would anticipate both of them attending. When Jason got home, he discovered Kendall snuggled on the couch, a book held in her hands. She glanced up when he entered, her expression melting into a smile that, in a way, seemed as inviti
"Thane?" Dr. Sophia’s voice hardly exceeded a whisper as she observed his formidable figure, her astonishment transitioning into a slight trace of anxiety. She attempted to compose her expression, but the fear in her eyes was unmistakable. Thane's stare was icy and sharp as he moved ahead. "Surprised to see me, Dr. Sophia?" His tone had a sharpness capable of cutting through steel. Sophia's hands shook as she brought them together, trying to steady herself. "I… I wasn’t expecting you without an appointment.""I didn't believe I would require one," he answered sharply, crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze stayed fixed on her, observing, anticipating. "I thought you’d be eager to see me, considering how… closely involved you are in my personal matters."Sophia swallowed, the words hitting her with a bitter irony. "Thane, if you’re here to discuss a medical matter, we should… schedule a time, maybe arrange some privacy."Thane’s lips twisted into a sardonic smile. "Oh, I believe
A cold, stony silence settled between them as Thane processed her words, his face frozen in a mixture of disbelief and dawning comprehension. “Some other Kendall… or the Kendall I know?” he demanded, his tone sharp and biting. “Jason’s wife?”“Yes,” Felicia replied, her voice barely more than a whisper, though her eyes glinted with a fierce satisfaction. “Kendall Gomez… or rather, Kendall Carter.”The name hit Thane like a blast of cold wind, the implications tearing through him with merciless clarity. Jason’s wife, “Kendall”. His mind raced, replaying past encounters, scrutinizing each one in this new, blinding light. His expression darkened, jaw clenching as anger flared behind his eyes, fists tightening at his sides. It wasn’t possible… but the details Felicia offered, combined with the smug certainty on her face, made him realize it was exactly the truth he’d feared. A tidal wave of frustration surged within him, stinging his pride, mocking his oversight.He took a step forward, l
Felicia’s heart hammered as she sat restrained in the dimly lit room, her gaze locked on the cold, calculating man who stood before her. Thane’s expression was unreadable, though the intensity in his eyes spoke volumes. She knew better than to look away; he had an intimidating power about him, the kind that commanded attention and demanded absolute respect."So,” Thane began, his voice low, dangerous, “this game you’ve been playing, Kendall—or should I say Felicia?”Felicia swallowed, but forced herself to stay calm. She knew this moment was her only chance to make him see her as something more than a pawn. "I was never Kendall," she said carefully, her voice even, though her pulse raced beneath her skin. "My name is Felicia Gina."Thane arched an eyebrow, his expression shifting slightly. “Felicia Gina,” he repeated with a faint scoff, studying her with renewed interest. “And why should I believe anything you say? All I see is a woman who’s dug herself into a pit so deep, she’s scram