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
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
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
SAMANTHA POINT OF VIEW “The Bride is here, “ I heard the young man informed everyone as I stood in front of the church. The door was yet to open, but I could already feel a emotion swirling within me. There was a tinge of fear, a fear of the unknown, of what my life would be like with Marcus, the billionaire who had unintentionally made me pregnant in a single night of passion. Walking down the aisle, I plastered a smile on my face, trying to hide any doubts or reservations. Marcus, with his serious yet undeniably handsome face, looked at me intently. It was hard to believe that a mistake could lead to this moment. But for the sake of my child, I was determined to be the best mother and wife I could be. Even if our marriage lacked love, I would do everything in my power to provide my child with a complete family, unlike the one I had grown up without. As I approached Marcus, he extended his hand, offering me support. I took a seat on the chair, and he sat beside me. The ceremon
The words she uttered struck me like a blow, causing me to involuntarily swallow my saliva. All I wanted was to show her respect as her daughter-in-law, but it seemed that she was the one who refused to extend any respect towards me. "I apologize, Aunt," I said, my voice tinged with remorse. "Call me Madam. You can only refer to me as 'mom' in front of Armand," she responded with an air of arrogance. Armand, my father in-law, was the only one who treated me with kindness and accepted me as his own daughter. It was he who convinced Marcus to marry me. From the very beginning, I knew that our marriage was solely for the sake of our child and the desires of his father. I had no right to complain. What could I expect from a husband who was both arrogant and cold? Despite the pain that coursed through me, I forced a smile and remained composed in her presence. "I apologize once again, Madam," I said, my words laced with sincerity. Suddenly, Marcus's voice broke the tension as he appe
"Unbelievable!" Marcus exclaimed. The Doctor and I were taken aback by his reaction, as I had expected him to be thrilled about having another child. But things were only getting worse at that moment. "I think you two need to talk. I'll leave you to it, Mr. Johnson," the doctor bid us farewell. "How is it possible that you're pregnant?!" he asked, his face contorted in a frown. Once again, I heard hurtful words from him. I wasn't surprised anymore, but it still stung. It was clear that he didn't truly care about my feelings. I reminded him of the last time we had sex. He was drunk and forced himself on me. I had no choice but to bear the responsibility as his wife. And now, I was the one being blamed. "Don't act like you've forgotten the last time when you were the one who got drunk and demanded sex from me, and now you're blaming me?" I asked him, my voice filled with emotion. "You're taking advantage of the situation," he accused me. "What?!" I frowned at him, fighting back t
“Samantha, follow me. You have something to do," Marcus said coldly, his voice devoid of warmth. Despite feeling weighed down, I obediently followed him downstairs. I didn't want him to become angry with me again, even though I had been mistreated by him. As I went downstairs, I noticed an elegant older woman, around 40 years old, dressed in a blazer and skirt. She was engaged in conversation with another woman who exuded an air of expense and elegance with Madam Stella. "Attorney, here is Samantha. We are ready to sign the divorce papers," Marcus announced. I furrowed my brows upon hearing his words, disagreeing with what he had just said. "Divorce? Are you planning to divorce me?" I asked, fighting back tears. I had already suspected it when I overheard his mother discussing it with him. However, I wasn't ready to face the reality of it. I felt hurt, as my dream of providing a complete family for our son had been shattered. Did he not care about our child and the one growing i
"Let's go, Sofia. Leave that awful woman," Marcus whispered, gripping my hand tightly. The pain radiating from his touch was unbearable, both physically and emotionally. I couldn't take it any longer. The agony was suffocating me, consuming every part of my being. I knew I had to escape, and I had to do it now. The following morning, we arrived at the grand mansion after being discharged from the hospital. As I looked around, the opulence that once enchanted me now felt like a prison. The walls seemed to close in on me, the extravagant decor mocking my misery. How could I have endured the mistreatment from my ex-husband for so long? I couldn't believe I had been so blind. My son, Marco, was the only reason I had managed to survive this long. I had endured so much at the hands of Marcus and now with Sofia. "Oh, you're already here!" Madam Stella, Marcus' mother, approached me with surprise evident in her voice. "How are you feeling now?" she asked, catching me off guard. "I'm fe