Amelia's POVI awoke, blinking as my gaze fell upon the empty space beside me in the bed. An initial jolt of panic coursed through me—where had he gone? My body tensed, and I cast aside the blanket that had cocooned me, my awareness heightened by the realization that I was clad only in my nightdress. A surge of relief washed over me as my eyes tracked his figure emerging from the closet, donned in a sleek navy blue suit. His attention was singularly fixed on tying his tie."Where are you headed?" I inquired, my voice a whisper."Ah, my angel, you're awake," he acknowledged, pausing in his task to meet my gaze. "I have an incredibly urgent meeting today—a matter of great importance that cannot be postponed," he explained, his words laden with earnestness, though they didn't assuage the disappointment that crept in.He approached me, his fingers tenderly stroking my cheeks. "I'm truly sorry, my love. I had hoped to spend the day with you, but this situation demands my immediate attention
Amelia's POVAwakening to a persistent knocking at the door, I groggily mumbled a "come in," only to realize that my response had possibly gone unheard. How foolish of me, I chided myself, letting out a soft giggle at my own folly. I conjectured that it must be one of the household staff, and I felt a pang of consideration for them waiting on the other side. It wouldn't do to keep them waiting; their efforts should be acknowledged and respected.Taking swift steps, I approached the door, my anticipation heightening with each stride. I gently swung it open, revealing a house helper who was carrying a tray laden with breakfast items. As expected, it was a perfectly timed delivery. A crease formed between my eyebrows in response to the sight before me, my curiosity piqued by the unexpected gesture. I had informed Gabriel of my intention to join his family for breakfast, yet it seemed he had taken it upon himself to arrange an alternate meal.I couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustratio
Gabriel's POV"Shut up, you idiotic woman. You stole my diamond necklace and still denies it," I heard Jessica's venomous voice slice through the air. The very sound of her irritated me to no end. I had been informed that they were returning today, and here they were, bringing their drama back with them. I detested them and their constant theatrics. Jessica, along with her two cronies, always managed to trigger my frustration. I had just finished a challenging task assigned by my father, and the last thing I expected upon entering the manor was this infuriating uproar.Smack! "Unbelievable! Did she really just slap the person I was already fuming about?" I muttered to myself, my irritation escalating.I hurried toward the source of the disturbance, which happened to be the hallway. As I arrived, my eyes caught a scene that infuriated me beyond measure: Anna, Jessica, Maddison, and Paige had cornered my Angel. She was a tearful mess, clutching her left cheek. That sight alone ignited a
In the dimly lit bar, Gabriel sat on a stool, drowning his sorrows in alcohol. His once-piercing eyes were now bloodshot from the continuous flow of alcohol he had consumed. Guilt weighed heavily on his mind, a relentless reminder of the mistake he had committed. He recognized the magnitude of his error – cheating on her was an unforgivable breach of trust. His life seemed to be spiraling into a mess of deception and falsehoods, a reflection of the tangled web his relationship had become. From its very inception, their connection had been built upon a foundation of lies. He couldn't help but question how much longer this facade could endure; the answer eluded him, lost in the haze of his intoxicated thoughts.Meanwhile, Amelia remained frozen in the same spot where Gabriel had left her, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anxiety. Tears streamed down her cheeks unabatedly as her thoughts raced, threatening to plunge her into a full-blown panic attack. She clung desperately to the
Amelia's POVWith the gradual ascent of the sun, I found myself stirring from slumber, my eyelids gently parting to welcome the soft illumination seeping through the window. Shifting, I stretched my limbs in languorous fashion, an audible yawn escaping me as I endeavored to dispel the remnants of sleep's embrace.As I regained my upright position and surveyed the surroundings of my room, a peculiar change caught my attention. Positioned neatly on the bedside table, a tray adorned with offerings beckoned. A steaming cup of coffee, its aromatic tendrils weaving through the air, paired with a plate bearing warm toast and a bowl brimming with succulent strawberries coated in a decadent layer of chocolate. The sight alone was enough to stimulate my senses, and the tantalizing aroma of the breakfast spread only heightened my anticipation, eliciting a decidedly involuntary response as my mouth watered in appreciation.In disbelief, I found myself grappling with reality. This thoughtful arrang
Amelia spent the ensuing hour in a whirlwind of activity, fervently endeavoring to concoct an assortment of snacks for the impending high tea. Fully aware of the significance this occasion held for Gabriel and his associates, she was unwaveringly committed to ensuring their expectations were met.Despite her resolute determination, her culinary inexperience proved to be a formidable hurdle. Struggling to adhere to the provided instructions, the absence of cooking finesse made every task a formidable challenge.Upon the guests' arrival, Amelia greeted them warmly, extending her offerings of the diligently prepared treats. It was, however, not long before her disconcerting realization that something had gone awry. The sandwiches were distressingly soggy, the cookies irreparably burnt, and the tea, rather than being a delightful refreshment, had acquired an unpleasant bitterness. An unsettling pang of despair settled within Amelia as she observed the guests attempting, albeit unsuccessful
Three weeks had elapsed since Amelia last laid eyes on Gabriel. Striving to divert her thoughts away from him, the void left by his absence grew more profound with each passing day. Initially, resentment for his public affront lingered, yet as time marched on, yearning began to eclipse her anger. The embrace she missed, his warmth, and the tenderness she craved became increasingly pronounced.However, it appeared that Gabriel's attentions were ensnared by more pressing matters than offering an apology. His conspicuous absence was attributed to the demands of work, leaving Amelia secluded within the mansion, ensconced in solitude and melancholy. A sensation of estrangement took root, compounded by her perception of how the family regarded her. It was as though they lay in wait, anticipating her every misstep to pounce upon her.Endeavoring to shroud her melancholy behind a veneer of smiles, the effort grew progressively strenuous. The matrimonial haven Amelia had anticipated had eroded
Amelia awoke to the gentle illumination of the morning sun filtering through the curtains, her heart weighed down by the gravity of her situation. A restless night had plagued her with racing thoughts about the impending day. Today marked her visit to the doctor's, a notion that both instilled fear and a semblance of excitement.In a blend of trepidation and determination, Amelia selected a simple yet elegant outfit for the day. Whatever lay ahead at the doctor's office, she understood the importance of presenting herself well. Descending the grand staircase, her gaze fell upon Mother Grace waiting at the bottom. The older woman's serene smile offered a glint of solace."Good morning, dear," Mother Grace greeted kindly. "Are you ready?"Amelia nodded, her fingers involuntarily entwining a strand of hair. "Yes, Mother Grace. I'm ready."United, they embarked on the journey in the waiting car. The ride felt interminable, each tick of the clock amplifying Amelia's anxiety. Mother Grace's
Time has passed, a relentless march of days that feel like an eternity. In the confines of our shared room, we coexist like strangers, our connection fragmented and lost. The chasm between us seems insurmountable. The depth of Gabriel's betrayal weighs heavily on my soul, etching scars upon my psyche, invisible but profound. Night after night, I lie in bed, my heart burdened by an unrelenting anguish. The injuries inflicted upon my mind, the torment that has left my spirit fractured and scarred, persist unabated. A gulf now separates us, a gaping void too vast to bridge. Though Gabriel makes attempts to mend our broken relationship, his apologies feel like whispers in a tempest of doubts and fears. My trust in him, once unwavering, lies shattered. His words are like fragile glass, beautiful yet painfully breakable
I found myself locked away in that dimly lit room, its oppressive atmosphere mirroring the despair that had taken residence within my chest. My tears flowed freely, cascading like a river of sorrow, each droplet carrying the weight of profound regret. How had I allowed myself to embrace Gabriel as my better half? It was a notion that had once held profound significance, a promise of love and unwavering trust, but now it felt like a cruel jest, a cruel mockery of the love I had once held sacred.Lies. It was the one transgression I could not abide, the one boundary I had firmly established. And Gabriel had shattered it, pulverizing my trust into a million splintered fragments. The fact that he could become engaged to Anna while maintaining an unrelenting grip on me was beyond reason, a sickening contradiction that left me reeling.
Gabriel's words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, like a dark cloud that threatened to unleash a torrential storm. His possessiveness, once hidden beneath the surface, had erupted into a raging tempest of obsession and control. The room felt like a pressure cooker, the tension so palpable it was almost suffocating.I stood there, my heart racing, my breaths shallow, trying to process the abrupt transformation of the man I had loved. Fear coiled around me, squeezing my chest like a vice, making it difficult to speak. This wasn't the Gabriel I had fallen for, the man who had swept me off my feet with his charm and tenderness. This was a stranger, a possessive shadow of the person I thought I knew."You're scaring me, Gabriel," I finally managed to whisper, my voice trembling like fragile glass on the verge of shatt
Amelia's POVThe words crashed into my ears like an avalanche of betrayal and deception, shattering the delicate balance of my world. The opulent foyer of the mansion, once a place of grandeur and celebration, had fallen into an eerie hush. All eyes turned to me, like predatory spotlights in the dark, as I stood there, clinging to my twin daughters, a lone figure in a sea of judgment.My three sisters-in-law, led by the treacherous Anna, and even my mother-in-law, bore sinister smirks that distorted their faces into grotesque masks of malice. But it was Gabriel's inscrutable expression that cut deepest, a facade of neutrality concealing a tempest of emotions beneath.Whispers swirled around me, like vultures circling their prey. Who was this woma
Amelia's POVI found myself reclined in the sterile confines of the hospital room, my gaze riveted upon the serene forms of my twin daughters. Their tiny, rhythmic breaths rose and fell in perfect synchrony, a symphony of innocence that tugged at the deepest corners of my heart. Holding them in my arms, I was entranced by the delicate curls of their fingers and the softness of their dream-filled slumber. They were perfection incarnate.It has been 5 days and I have learned to manage the persistent ache in my lower abdomen – a small tribute to the miracle of motherhood. The art of soothing, diaper-changing, and even breastfeeding had become a part of my daily routine, thanks to the patient guidance of the nurses. It was a heady blend of enchantment, exhaustion, and sheer overwhelm, but I wouldn't exchan
Amelia's POVImpatience gnawed at me, the minutes dragging on like hours in that hospital room. My heart fluttered with a blend of excitement and apprehension, the eager anticipation forming a persistent rhythm in my chest. But then, as if in response to my unspoken longing, the door swung open, and two nurses entered, cradling bundles wrapped in soft blankets.A gasp escaped my lips as I laid eyes on the two tiny miracles they carried. My babies. A surge of love so profound it felt like a tangible force washed over me. My trembling hands reached out, fingertips grazing against the delicate skin of these new lives. They were small, so fragile, and yet within them resided a world of potential and wonder.As the nurses tenderly placed each baby in
Amelia lay in the dimness of her room, the mansion's vastness seeming to engulf her in solitude. Tonight, Gabriel's absence was particularly acute – his prolonged hours at work served as a stark reminder of the challenges they faced as a couple. She had grown accustomed to his presence, his reassuring presence a soothing balm against the uncertainties of their lives. But tonight, the mansion's empty corridors amplified her aloneness.He had warned her that his return might not be until the early hours of the morning, the weight of responsibility heavy in his voice. Their lives were entwined with the complexities of the family business, a reality that demanded sacrifices and late-night endeavors.With a sigh, Amelia adjusted herself in bed, her belly a gentle mound beneath the covers. The m
Amelia's pregnancy had entered its eighth month, a time when the mansion seemed to hum with a quiet sense of anticipation. The storms that had once threatened to shatter her relationship with Gabriel had gradually abated, replaced by a renewed bond that grew stronger with each passing day. His vow to shield her from the shadows of his family, especially from the clutches of Anna, had evolved into a steadfast reality. Yet, beneath the veneer of calmness, Amelia couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there were still hidden truths lurking in the shadows.On this particular afternoon, the aroma of freshly brewed tea wafted through the kitchen, enveloping Amelia and Mother Grace as they sat at the table, their conversation a soothing backdrop to the sunlight that streamed in through the windows."It won't be long now," Mo
Gabriel's POVThe night air bore the weight of my seething rage as I stormed out of the mansion, my fury a consuming blaze that devoured all in its path. Adrian's audacity, the echoes of our heated confrontation, and the image of Amelia's tear-streaked countenance coiled together, compelling me to seek refuge in the solitude of my own residence. The very house where I had once brought Amelia, a place that was once synonymous with shared secrets and forbidden affection.My pacing steps reverberated through the dimly illuminated living room, the flickering shadows playing an accompaniment to my seething thoughts. The confrontation with Adrian replayed in my mind, his words akin to venom surging through my veins. How dare he approach my wife, stoke her emotions, and stake a claim t