I arrived at the grand mansion, feeling a heavy weight of sadness and on the verge of tears. Desperate to escape my troubles, even if just for a little while, I made the decision to seek solace in the nearby bar. Ordering a shot of whiskey, I joined the lively crowd of women, immersing myself in the music and dance."Come on, ladies! Let's make this night unforgettable!" I exclaimed, laughter bubbling from within."Absolutely!" the girls responded eagerly.The joy of dancing with this spirited group of women was truly invigorating."Yes! Let's keep the energy high!" I shouted, feeling the weight of my worries slowly fading away.My sole desire was to forget, to let go of the burdens that weighed heavily on my heart."Come on, let's embrace the night and all its wonders!" I exclaimed, jumping with pure delight.However, as the night progressed, the atmosphere in the bar began to change. The men around me grew increasingly disrespectful, and when one of them made a vulgar comment, I rea
My thoughts were interrupted by Marcus's voice on the phone."Sam, are you there?" he asked.I cleared her throat and replied, "Yes, I'm here." "Please, turn on the live stream now."“Our situation revealed in public. There this man named Mr. Alonzo who is interviewed by media”he added.“What?!I looked at Elijah and frown, I can’t believe Mr.Alonzo can also expose it on air. What is his motive? Why is he angry to me?With a deep breath, I opened my laptop and turned on the live stream. As soon as the screen loaded, My heart dropped even further. I saw Mr. Alonzo standing in a crowded room, surrounded by reporters and cameras.And there, in the center of it all, was him."It has recently come to my attention that Samantha Johnson, the daughter of Mr.Zeus Damian Monte Verde, is still legally married to her estranged husband, Marcus Johnson."My heart raced as I listened to Mr. Alonzo's words. I couldn't believe that he was doing this, that he was exposing my personal life to the world
"Hey, sweetheart, we can't waste any more time arguing with them," Elijah persuaded me, urging me to leave.As I stepped out of Mr. Alonzo's office, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. How did he find out about my ongoing divorce with Marcus? And more importantly, how could I fix this situation and salvage my reputation?Time was of the essence. I couldn't afford for this news to spread and tarnish not only my name but also the reputation of my company. I had worked tirelessly to build it up, and I wasn't about to let it crumble due to a mistake that wasn't even my own.Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself of Elijah's wise words. He had always been my pillar of strength and my voice of reason. He believed in me and my capabilities, always encouraging me to stand up for what was right. And right now, it was crucial for me to clear my name and set the record straight.Returning to my office, I dialed Marcus's number. He answered on the first ring, his voice filled with concern..."H
I and Marcus exchanged glances as they inquired about our son, causing my heart to race. It had been years since we last laid eyes on each other, and now we found ourselves seated in this sterile conference room, accompanied by a social worker and a lawyer, discussing our current circumstances."I won't deny it," Marcus stated, his voice filled with seriousness. "We do have a son."I nodded, feeling a lump forming in my throat. "Yes, our one and only son," I affirmed, my gaze still locked with Marcus.A rush of memories from our tumultuous marriage flooded my mind. The highs and lows, the love and pain, all leading to our eventual divorce.The media reporter looked at us with sympathy in her eyes."I understand that this must be challenging for both of you," she began, "but it's important to remain neutral for the sake of your son."Taking a deep breath, I composed myself. "Of course," I replied, "he is our child. We will do whatever it takes to ensure his safety and happiness."To my
“Yes, ma’am” she replied.I smiled at Betty as we looked at each other. It had been a long time since the last time I saw her, but as soon as I laid eyes on her, all the memories came flooding back. Betty had been Marco’s nanny when he was a baby, taking care of him. Now, as a successful woman , I was grateful for everything Betty had done for me.“Betty, it's really so good to see you again. I just can’t believe” I said, giving her a warm hug.“It's good to see you too, ma’am. You look more beautiful and sexy. You are completely different from before,” Betty replied.I smiled and thanked her. As we sat down on the couch, I couldn't help but remember the conversation we had before I left the mansion all those years ago.“Do you remember when you encouraged me to leave the mansion, Betty?” I asked, looking at her with a grateful expression.Betty nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Of course I do. I remember telling you that you were strong and capable, and that you didn't need
I couldn't believe the audacity of Betty After sharing my excitement about my new life with Elijah, she had the nerve to suggest that I still had feelings for Marcus. I couldn't let her assumptions go unchallenged."Betty, that's simply not true," I asserted firmly, trying to maintain my composure."I am genuinely happy with Elijah. He fulfills everything I've ever desired in a partner."But Betty shook her head, undeterred. "I don't mean to offend you, Ma'am Samantha, but it's written all over your face. Whenever we discuss him, your eyes light up. It's evident that you still harbor emotions for Sir Marcus."Taking a deep breath, I attempted to control my frustration. While I appreciated Betty's concern, she had no right to make assumptions about my feelings. "Betty, I value your care for me, but you don't understand the whole picture. I have completely moved on from Marcus. He is my past, and I am fully committed to Elijah."Betty shook her head once more, turning to face me directl
Suddenly, the tranquility of the room was shattered by the thunderous sound of footsteps echoing from above. My eyes instinctively darted upwards, only to witness the sight of my son Marco hurtling down the staircase, his face beaming with delight."Mommy!" he exclaimed, rushing towards me and leaping onto my lap. "I've missed you! Can we have some fun?"His infectious enthusiasm brought a smile to my face, but I couldn't help but notice the tinge of disappointment in his expression when he noticed Elijah sitting beside me on the couch."What's the matter, sweetheart?" I inquired, gently running my fingers through his curly brown locks. "Would you like to play with Daddy Elijah?" I suggested, my smile unwavering.Marco's frown deepened as he cast another glance at Elijah. "I don't want to play with him," he responded, his voice filled with a rare seriousness.His words caught me off guard. Marco had always been warm and accepting of Elijah, even displaying a genuine fondness for him.
As I entered the living room, a wave of panic washed over me when I witnessed Elijah towering over Marco, his voice booming with fury.My poor son sat on the couch, trembling with fear and uncertainty, his innocent eyes reflecting a mix of terror and bewilderment.My blood boiled as I approached them, ready to defend my son."What is happening here?" I demanded, trying to maintain a calm tone despite the rage bubbling inside me. Elijah turned to me, his expression softening as he noticed the anger in my eyes."I apologize, Sweetheart," he said, his voice lowering."I just got frustrated with Marco. He left his toys scattered all over the kitchen, and I nearly tripped on them."His explanation was meant to justify his actions, but it only fueled my anger."So, just because he left some toys on the floor, you think it's acceptable to yell at him like that?" I shot back, my voice escalating.Looking into Marco's tear-filled eyes, I realized that this wasn't the first time Elijah had lost
After days had gone by, Marcus had fully recovered from the car accident. Samantha's promise to stand by him had filled him with a sense of warmth and comfort. She had vowed to never believe Elijah's lies again, after he had cunningly framed Marcus and made him believe he was the father of Sofia's child. This revelation had caused Samantha and Marcus to break up, but now they both realized that Sofia and Elijah had manipulated their lives out of an unhealthy obsession.One evening, as Marcus and Samantha sat together in their old house, the doorbell rang. Samantha got up to answer it, and when she opened the door, she was met with the sight of Elijah standing on the doorstep.“What do you want?” Samantha asked, frowning.“I need to talk to you,” Elijah said, his voice filled with desperation.“There's nothing to talk about,” Samantha replied.“You've already caused enough damage.”“Please, just give me a chance to explain,” Elijah pleaded.Samantha hesitated, her eyes fixed on Elijah
AUTHOR’S POVSamantha's face twisted in a mix of confusion and anger as she stormed out of bed towards the door, her heart pounding with emotion. When she laid eyes on Sofia, a sharp word escaped her lips."What brings you here, Sofia?"she demanded, her tone dripping with frustration.Sofia met her gaze, her eyes betraying a sense of remorse."I came to talk to Marcus," she murmured softly."I know what went down."Samantha's anger flared even more."Why are you even here?" she pressed, her voice rising."You know exactly why. You and Elijah orchestrated that whole mess, making Marcus think he cheated on me and got you pregnant. How could you do something like that?"Sofia's gaze dropped, tears welling up."I'm truly sorry, Samantha," she whispered, her voice trembling."None of this was supposed to happen. Elijah and I just wanted to split you and Marcus up. We never imagined it would spiral out of control like this. I never wanted to cause you or Marcus any pain."As Samantha absorb
As I diced onions for dinner, my thoughts drifted to the day's events. The presentation went smoothly, and I couldn't wait to celebrate with Elijah over a delicious meal. The scent of garlic cooking promised a tasty dinner.Just as I grabbed the salt, my phone rang, interrupting my focus. The unknown number made me pause, expecting a sales call. But a gut feeling urged me to answer.“Hello?”I answered cautiously.“Is this Mr. Johnson’s wife ?” a woman's voice inquired urgently.“Marcus Johnson?” I clarified, feeling a sudden unease.“Yes. I'm calling from Mercy Hospital. Your husband, Marcus Johnson, was in a car accident and is in critical condition.”The news hit me like a ton of bricks. 'What?' I gasped, barely able to speak. “Marcus?”“Yes, Ms. Johnson. He's in the ER with serious injuries. We stabilized him, but he needs surgery.”Tears welled up as panic set in. 'I'll be there,' I managed to say, my hands trembling.“Third floor operating room. Come to the front desk,” the nurse
As the sun's rays gently filtered through the curtains, the room was bathed in a comforting warmth. Slowly awakening from my slumber, I couldn't shake off the heaviness in my chest. The absence of my son, Marco, was a constant ache that lingered within me. However, today was a new day, and I was determined to mend things with Sofia.Quietly slipping out of bed, I made my way to the kitchen, where the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Sofia was already there, her lustrous dark hair flowing over her shoulders as she poured herself a cup."Good morning," I greeted her softly, stepping closer.She turned towards me, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and warmth."Good morning, Marcus.""I've prepared breakfast," I announced, motioning towards the table."I hope you have an appetite."A smile graced Sofia's lips. "That's incredibly considerate of you."We took our seats at the table, and I observed her as she savored her meal, her eyes gleaming with pure satisfactio
1 month laterAs we arrived at our new home nestled in a charming countryside town, a mix of emotions flooded my heart. I had taken a leap of faith, leaving behind my painful past to embrace a fresh start in this unfamiliar land, accompanied by Elijah and my son.I couldn't help but notice a change in Marco's demeanor - a distant gaze and a loss of appetite. As he stepped out of the car, his small hand reaching for Elijah's, a wave of concern washed over me, gnawing at my thoughts."Are you alright, my love?" I asked, gently running my fingers through his hair.He looked up at me, his eyes holding a glimmer of sadness."I miss Daddy Marcus," he whispered.My heart sank at his words."I understand, sweetheart," I replied, trying to offer reassurance."But remember, Daddy will come to visit us soon, alright?" I fibbed, hoping to ease his longing.Marco's slow nod indicated that my attempt to console him had fallen short. Unloading the car, the contrast between our new home and the one
SAMANTHA POVFrom my veranda, I observed Marcus's car starting up outside the gate. A pang of envy hit me when I remembered he was staying at Sofia's place.Feeling bitter, I walked to my son Marco's room. He was sitting at his desk, deep in thought."Marco, honey," I started, "Did your daddy leave already? Are you finished playing?"Looking at me with his innocent eyes, Marco replied, "Yes, Mom. Mommy Sofia is sick in the hospital. That's why Daddy had to go."I was taken aback by a sudden wave of astonishment. "In the hospital? Why? What happened?"Marco nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea," he replied."Daddy didn't give me any details. But he assured me he'll be back soon."The gravity of the news hit me like a ton of bricks. Sofia, in the hospital? What could have transpired? Could it be a grave matter? Countless thoughts raced through my mind. Is the baby safe and sound?With a hint of uncertainty, Marco added, "He promised to call me later."The days stretched
As I hunched down, fingertips brushing against the edge of Marco's bed, the muted chuckles of my son resonated in the room, a melody of happiness in our modest abode."Marco!" I shouted, excitement coursing through me as I awaited his reply.The game of Marco Polo commenced, each call and response a ballet between father and son, a fleeting moment of joy amidst life's chaos.Suddenly, My phone buzzed persistently in my pocket.“Hello, who’s this?”I inquired."Mr.Johnson?" The voice on the other end was composed, yet tinged with urgency."This is Doctor Thompson from St. Michael’s Hospital. I’m calling about your wife, Sofia."Dread twisted in my stomach, a frigid wave of fear washing over me as I prepared for the worst."She’s not my wife but what happened? Is she okay?" I demanded, my voice betraying the turmoil within."She’s in the hospital. Your baby is unstable now," Doctor Nurse Thompson explained."Sofia was brought in a short while ago. We’re still evaluating her condition, bu
And now, as I watched Marco cry in anguish, I questioned whether it was right to uproot his life just to keep him away from his father. I’m so very confused at those times, torn between my anger and resentment towards Marcus and love for my son.Marcus had no right to be Marco's father after he impregnated Sofia. The words echoed in my mind, a bitter reminder of the pain and betrayal that had torn our family apart.I trusted him so much that he won’t going to cheat but he betrayed that trust, destroying everything we had built together.But even as I grappled with my anger and resentment, a part of me couldn't help but wonder if forgiveness was possible. Could I ever find it in my heart to forgive Marcus for his indiscretions? Could I let go of the pain and anger that had consumed me for so long, and move forward with my life?"It's okay, baby," I murmured, my voice trembling with emotion. "We'll figure this out together, I promise."Marco looked up at me with tear-filled eyes, his sm
Elijah's concern lingered in the air, weighing heavily on my mind as I sat at the migration office, diligently completing the necessary paperwork for myself, Marco, and Elijah. The pen felt like a burden in my hand, each stroke of ink a testament to the life-altering decision I was making.Leaning against the counter, Elijah observed me with a mixture of worry and curiosity. His voice pierced through the silence, cutting through my thoughts like a sharp knife."Are you absolutely certain about this, Sam?"His question hung in the air, laden with implications. Was I truly sure? It was a question that had plagued me for the past week, ever since I discovered that Marcus had impregnated Sofia. I couldn't bear the thought of him being near Marco while harboring a child with another woman."Yes, Elijah. I am sure," I responded, my voice unwavering despite the uncertainty that swirled within me."This is something I need. It's something we all need."I could see the worry etched on Elijah's