NoahOwen's words sent a shiver down my spine. I broke out in a cold sweat. I stared at him, eyes wide and filled with shock. Did he suspect anything? How could he know that Raymond was the father? Owen’s face reddened. He cleared his throat, trying to cover up his embarrassment."Don't look at me like that," He said, his voice softer now. "It's just my frustration talking. I know Raymond can’t be the father. But how could you not tell me the truth?"His initial anger seemed to fade. It was replaced by hurt and confusion. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Owen didn’t suspect anything about Raymond. That was one less thing to worry about."Owen, you need to stop acting like a child," I said firmly. "Throwing tantrums doesn’t solve anything. My private life is none of your business anymore. If you harass me again, I won’t hesitate to call the police."With that, I turned and walked away. I left the villa I once called my home. His words had cut deep, but I couldn’t let him control
NoahI did have sex with Owen a few months before the divorce. It was a night I would rather forget. And yet, the memories kept creeping in.After a long drive filled with intense feelings, I arrived back home from the support group. I was nauseous again. I ran to the bathroom to throw up. After cleaning up and brushing my teeth, I sat down on the couch.I took a deep breath. Finally, some time to process all the feelings the support group meeting had brought up. My mind was still racing and suddenly took me back to that awful night with Owen. The memories were so vivid, it felt like I was reliving it… Owen came home to our villa, reeking of alcohol. I assumed he had been out at a bar. He’d been drinking a lot lately. He was distant and frustrated with me all the time since Josie’s housewarming party. I wondered what was going on.His eyes were bloodshot, and his movements unsteady. I handed him a glass of water to help sober him up. But as soon as he drank it, he turned on me. He t
RaymondI was in Paris for a crucial business trip. The city was vibrant and lively as always. Paris in winter was a magical place. The city sparkled under a blanket of frost. The Eiffel Tower glistened like a jewel against the gray sky. The streets were lined with twinkling lights. The Seine flowed silently, reflecting the city’s charm.From my hotel room, I had a perfect view of this winter wonderland. I often found myself gazing out at the Eiffel Tower, dreaming about bringing Noah here one day. She would love the beauty and romance of Paris.My days were filled with back-to-back meetings, negotiating deals and attending conferences. The latest conference was particularly important. I was immersed in the discussions when my phone buzzed.It was Owen calling. I didn't think he had anything urgent to discuss, so I ignored the call. But he called again after only five seconds. I apologized to my colleagues and stepped out of the conference room. I felt annoyed at the interruption. Esp
NoahI woke up to the sterile smell of disinfectant. The hum of machines and distant beeping brought me back to reality. I blinked slowly, adjusting to the harsh lights overhead. I was in the hospital. My head was throbbing and my body felt weak.What happened? Last thing I remembered, I was alone at my penthouse. Who brought me here? I instinctively placed a hand over my womb. Was my baby OK? I heard deep voices nearby. As I turned my head, I saw Raymond talking to the doctor. Confusion washed over me. What was he doing here? Wasn’t he in France? Oh gosh, how long had I been out for? Did he save me again? Panic surged through me as I realized what might have brought him back from his business trip early... Did he find out about my pregnancy?Raymond noticed I was awake and approached me. His eyes were full of relief and concern. He reached out and took my hands gently."Noah, are you okay? You really scared me," Raymond said, his deep husky voice trembling slightly.Seeing him agai
NoahI was frightened by Raymond’s words. My heart pounded as I tried to process his sudden proposal. He knelt there, holding a stunning diamond ring that sparkled under the hospital lights. The world seemed to blur around me. “Raymond, I... I need some time to consider this,” I said with an unsteady voice.Raymond noticed my hesitation and the worry etched on my face. He gently rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. “Noah, I love you more than anything. My feelings for you have only grown stronger. I want to be here for you and our baby. Please, believe in my sincerity,” he said. His words touched me deeply. My heart wavered. Could I give us a chance? I wondered silently.Raymond carefully helped me to sit up, treating me as if I were fragile porcelain. “You’re not alone in this, Noah. I want to take care of you,” he said, his tone soft yet determined.Raymond was understanding and told me to take as long as I needed. But he insisted on cohabitation. He was worried about me l
NoahI woke up to loud noises outside. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I rushed over to the bathroom to throw up. I couldn't wait for this nausea to be over… What in the world was going on outside?It sounded like hundreds of voices shouting in the distance. I quickly got dressed in a simple yet chic outfit: a cream blouse, tailored black trousers, an elegant cashmere turtleneck sweater and a pair of comfortable boots.I walked outside to see what was going on. At the end of the long driveway, a crowd had gathered at Raymond’s gate. Cameras were flashing incessantly. The harsh winter air bit at my cheeks as I stepped out. What were all those people doing here?Within seconds, Raymond app
NoahWhen I got married to Owen, I quit my job to focus on my life with him. But now, I had to find a way to support myself and my baby.Raymond was a billionaire, but I couldn't rely on him. I needed to ensure I had my own income. I had learnt that lesson the hard way. I couldn’t count on a husband to provide for me - you never know what might happen.I sat on the terrace overlooking the lake, contemplating my options. Raymond joined me, bringing a warm cup of tea."I've been thinking about finding a job," I said, looking out at the water. "I need to make sure I have enough money to raise our baby."Raymond nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I understand. What are yo
NoahI sat across from Ava in the quaint café. The warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filled the air. Despite the comforting setting, my mind was miles away.Ava’s words from earlier still echoed in my ears. I found it hard to focus. Ava noticed my distraction. She paused mid-sentence and looked at me intently."Noah, is something bothering you?" she asked.I snapped back to reality, trying to muster a smile. "No, I’m just... tired, I guess."Ava leaned forward, her eyes piercing through me. "I’ve seen the newspapers and magazines, you know. I know who you are. I know Raymond has someone else in his heart."
NoahI opened the box, and there it was—a delicate golden necklace with a teardrop-shaped ruby nestled at the center. It caught the light with a soft, familiar glow.“Wait a minute… Is this…?”Raymond’s smile widened. “The necklace Owen gave you after you saved his life as a child? It sure is.”I shook my head in disbelief, my fingers brushing over the ruby’s multifaceted surface. This was the necklace that had started it all—the one that ended my relationship with Owen, fractured my friendship with Josie, and, in the end, brought Raymond and me together.“No way… Where did you find it?” I asked breathlessly.He took my hand. “I went to Josie’s apartment after she passed away and found it tucked away in a jewelry box. I remembered the story you told me about it. I just knew you should have it back.”Overwhelmed, I looked up at him, my eyes filling with gratitude. He held my gaze, and we shared a lingering, tender kiss. One that was filled with years of love and unspoken promises. As
NoahThe grand hall was resplendent, draped in soft whites, blush pinks, and touches of gold. Chandeliers sparkled overhead, and the orchestra played a melody that filled the air with romance and elegance. I took a deep breath, looking out over the sea of familiar faces, and then my eyes found Raymond’s.He stood at the end of the aisle, his gaze fixed on me, his smile both proud and tender. The love in his eyes was so deep, so steady, that my nerves began to melt away, replaced by a warmth that filled my entire being.With every step, my heart beat faster, the anticipation building with each note of the music. Raymond’s gaze never wavered, and as I drew closer, I could see the emotion glistening in his eyes.Finally, we reached him. My mother released my hand and turned to Raymond, her own eyes shimmering. She placed my hand in his, her voice choked with emotion. “Take good care of her,” she said softly, her words laced with love and a hint of the strength that had carried us both.Ra
NoahAs I looked at Evelyn, her gentle smile seemed to melt the tension in my shoulders. Her eyes, always so full of determination, held a glimmer of joy as she spoke.“Don’t worry, Noah. It’s good news.”A breath I hadn’t realized I was holding escaped me. “Good news?” My voice was barely a whisper.She nodded, a spark of excitement lighting up her face. “The doctor said… well, they said there’s a chance I’ll walk again. The prognosis is good if I keep exercising, eating healthy, and pushing myself.”My relief quickly turned into a grin as the magnitude of her words hit me. “Mom, that’s amazing!”She wheeled closer, her hand finding mine. Her touch was warm and filled with the quiet strength that I’d come to admire even more through her recovery. “I know, right?” She laughed, her voice tinged with the thrill of newfound hope. “I can’t wait for the day I can pick up Rosie all on my own, to hold her without limits.”We sat there, both smiling, both overwhelmed by the idea that she migh
NoahCassandra’s labor dragged on, stretching through two long days. I felt every minute of it from my room. My worry and helplessness coiled tighter with each update. The doctor had ordered me to stay in bed. Although it felt good to rest, I hated that I couldn’t be there for her. She’d been such a support to me during my own labor with Rosie. Her words had steadied me through every contraction and every wave of pain. Now, here I was, stuck in bed while she struggled on her own.Little Rosie was my solace. Every time I looked at her, I felt a soft warmth spread through me, all the worry and exhaustion melting away. She was a tiny, perfect miracle with her miniature fingers and rosy cheeks. I couldn't stop staring at her. Raymond was wonderful too. He moved back and forth between rooms to check on Cassandra and then back to me, sharing gentle updates that kept me grounded.On his fourth or fifth return, Raymond’s expression was strained. He sat by my bed, taking my hand gently. “She
NoahThe words fell like a stone in the room. My heart stuttered as I looked between her and Raymond, my grip tightening around his hand. “What… what kind of complication?”The midwife took a steadying breath. “It seems your baby may be in a posterior position—facing up, rather than down. This can make labor slower and a bit more challenging.”A wave of worry swept over me, and I felt my breaths quicken. Cassandra placed a steadying hand on my shoulder. “Hey, Noah, breathe. She didn’t say impossible—just more challenging.”The midwife nodded, her tone reassuring. “We’ll try some different positions, some movements that might help encourage her to turn. This happens often enough, and there are ways we can support the process.”I nodded, feeling the tension ease a fraction as I met Raymond’s eyes. He gave me a brave smile, squeezing my hand. “We’ve got this,” he murmured. “We’ll help her get into position, and soon, we’ll be meeting our little girl.”The midwife guided me through some po
NoahI stared, slightly panicked, down at the small puddle forming beneath me. Cassandra brought her hand to rest gently on my arm. “It will be fine, Noah. Looks like your little girl has her own schedule,” she said with a reassuring smile. Her voice was calm and warm. Her words broke through my anxiety. I managed a shaky laugh, nodding in agreement.An employee approached, casting an understanding look at the situation. “Don’t worry about a thing—we’ll clean it up,” she said, a gentle smile on her face. “Good luck!” She gave a supportive nod as we carefully made our way out of the store. Cassandra held my arm to steady me.Once we were outside, Cassandra reminded me, “You don’t need to rush to the hospital just yet. They usually want you to wait until active labor is in full swing.” Her calm certainty helped, but I still felt jittery. I immediately grabbed my phone, dialing Raymond’s number. He picked up after the first ring.“Raymond?” I began, my voice trembling slightly. “It’s ha
NoahThe room erupted in cheers and joyful shouts as pink confetti rained down around us. It took a second to sink in: we were having a girl. Barely containing my smile, I felt Raymond’s strong arms wrap around me from behind. He leaned his head close, his voice a low, gentle murmur. “A little girl, Noah… our little girl.”My heart swelled as I looked at Neil, who was watching the confetti with wide eyes. He had a look of pure wonder on his face. It was the brightest smile I’d seen on him since everything that happened, and I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. He was still healing. But moments like these, surrounded by love, felt like the very first steps toward a new beginning.Evelyn rolled over, her eyes filled with emotion as she held out her hands to us. Slowly but surely, she was regaining control over her muscles. I leaned down to her, and she wrapped her arms around both Neil and me. “Oh, a little girl,” she whispered, her voice thick with joy. “Our family just keeps grow
NoahThe house buzzed with excitement and laughter as we invited everyone inside. Each new arrival was greeted with hugs and cheers. Cassandra's friends—Harper, Lila, and Gia—were here, their faces lighting up when they spotted me. Our trip to Vegas and Cass’s wedding had bonded us. Seeing them again brought a sense of closeness, comfort and normality after recent events. Raymond’s colleagues filled the space with their lively energy, and Simon’s friends mingled easily with Raymond’s parents, whose faces were aglow with anticipation.Neil quickly spotted his friends from school, darting over to hug a small girl with a sweet smile. I couldn’t help but smile knowingly; he’d mentioned her more than once—his little primary school girlfriend. Seeing him run and laugh, his face bright with joy despite the shadows of recent events, filled me with a deep, almost overwhelming sense of gratitude. After everything he had endured, there was hope that he might find his way back to himself. Seei
Noah“Oh, Raymond…” I murmured, my heart brimming with emotion as he knelt before me, the words barely forming in my mouth, tangled up with a happiness that felt almost surreal.He waited patiently, still on one knee. His hazel eyes sparkled with flecks of gold in the bright sunlight. His hand was steady, holding out the ring as if it were a promise. A reminder of how far we’d come. I glanced at my old engagement ring. My fingers trembled as I noticed the way this new ring was designed to nestle perfectly against the first one. It was so unmistakably Raymond—thoughtful, detailed, crafted to fit me like a missing piece.“Yes,” I finally said, smiling through my tears. “Of course, I will marry you… again.”His face lit up with a joy I hadn’t seen in years. He slid the ring into place, its sleek band clicking softly as it nestled against my old ring. The two pieces formed a sparkling whole. As the diamonds caught the golden glow of sunset, it felt like the most perfect reflection of us—