NoahHis father’s stern expression softened just a fraction. He nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes. “Very well. I needed to be sure.”I knew Raymond would do everything in his power to minimize any pain that might come my way. That’s why I answered so firmly when his father questioned me. I needed to show my resolve. To prove that my love for Raymond was real. That my dedication to our family was unwavering.Raymond looked startled, even frightened, by my declaration. His father's gaze remained unreadable. He stated that he had something to discuss with me alone. Raymond immediately protested. His protective instincts kicked in. I gently squeezed his hand, offering a reassuring smile.“It’s okay,” I whispered, hoping to ease his worry. “I’ll be fine.”Reluctantly, Raymond let go of my hand. His concern was evident in his eyes. I followed his father to the study. The room was dimly lit. Shelves lined with books and a large mahogany desk dominated the space. The air was thick with u
NoahI couldn't find the words to describe my mood. The revelation that this had been a test for our love was beyond my expectation. Yet, the relief of knowing I was accepted by his family filled me with a warmth I hadn't anticipated.The antenatal went well. The baby and I were healthy. The doctors and nurses were all very kind and professional. Their equipment was of the newest technology, allowing me to see our baby in 3D. I was amazed at its perfect little features. I asked them not to tell me the gender - I wanted it to be a surprise. As I left the luxurious private hospital, I couldn't wait to share the news of his family's approval with Raymond. And to tell him that our baby and I were healthy. When I arrived home, I was surprised to find Raymond already there. He was sitting on the terrace by the lake in the afternoon sun. His favorite spot to think. I walked up to him, “Hello darling,” I smiled. He turned around. His eyes were red. He had clearly been worrying. The moment
NoahThe day of the family gathering was a flurry of activity. Raymond chose a tailored suit that highlighted his broad shoulders and strong physique. I chose a beautiful, flowing gown. It was a pale lavender, soft and elegant, perfect for the occasion. Raymond couldn't take his eyes off me as I got ready.I had just finished a new set of jewelry and decided to wear it tonight. I carefully fastened the delicate silver necklace, its shimmering amethyst stones perfectly complementing my lavender dress. The matching earrings sparkled in the mirror as I admired my handiwork. Lastly, I clasped an elegant silver bracelet around my wrist, completing the ensemble with a touch of pride and satisfaction."You look stunning," Raymond whispered, his voice filled with
NoahRaymond was worried about me. After ensuring that I wasn’t seriously hurt, he turned to Owen. His voice was icy with anger. “Stay away from Noah, or you’ll pay for what you did today,” he warned. Owen’s reaction didn’t interest me. I was exhausted and just wanted to rest.I turned around and walked away from the drunk, angry man who was once my husband. I found a quiet spot in the garden. Surrounded by the scent of roses, I sat underneath a blooming magnolia tree. Its large white petals were glowing softly in the moonlight. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets created a peaceful ambiance. A much-needed escape from the chaos of the evening.I took a deep breath, letting the sweet fragrance of the flowers
NoahOverwhelming pain swept over me. The last thing I thought before I passed out was, "Who is going to save my baby?" I instinctively called out for Raymond. He’s the only one who would save us regardless.I had no idea how long I had slept for. When I woke up, I saw Raymond’s secretary standing by my bedside. The sterile smell of the hospital and the beeping of machines surrounded me. From the fancy equipment and luxurious bedding, I could tell we were in the same private clinic where Raymond's father got me tested. I wanted to say something, but I could barely make a sound.Stephanie suddenly noticed I was awake. With kindness in her eyes, she said, "Hi, Noah, how are you feeling darling? Raymond has stayed with you for three days and nights and has barely eaten.""Where is he now?" I managed to whisper, my throat dry and sore."He had to get something to eat. His blood sugar was low. He’ll be back very soon," she replied with a gentle smile.Several minutes later, the door burst
RaymondThe loss of our baby plunged Noah into great sadness. She was a shadow of her former self. Her bright eyes were now dull, and her beautiful smile absent. She barely left her room and didn't even sit by the lake anymore. I missed the woman she once was. The kind, intelligent, enthusiastic, loving, creative, passionate Noah. One day, she was sitting in the living room after dinner. Determined to lift her spirits, I brought out a small music box. I found it in a local antique shop earlier that day. It played our wedding song. When opened, the box revealed a couple twirling around in circles. As the gentle melody began to play, I saw a flicker of recognition in her eyes. I sat beside her, taking her hand in mine. I said softly, "This reminded me of you, Noah. All the beauty you bring into my life." For a moment, a faint smile touched her lips. I felt a glimmer of hope that we could find our way back to happiness together. I tried everything I could think of to comfort her, bu
OwenI waited by Josie's hospital bed. Her pale face and disheveled hair looked so different to the immaculately dressed and perfectly polished woman I knew.I held her hand tightly, whispering promises. "We'll get married as soon as you wake up, Josie," I pleaded, “Please, wake up.” Desperation seeped into my voice.She had a car accident right after the family gathering. She stormed out after my fight with Noah and took my car home. She had too much to drink. In her drunk state, she hit another car and hadn't woken up since. The doctor had assured me that her physical injuries were minor. But why was she still in a coma? The mental trauma, he said, might be keeping her unconscious. “She just needs a good rest, sir. She'll be back to her good old self before you know it,” he said with a reassuring smile. As I sat next to Josie, my phone buzzed incessantly. I ignored it at first, lost in thoughts. But a notification from Raymond caught my eye:“Josie lied to you! Here's proof. Her
NoahThe aftermath of the miscarriage left me in poor health, both physically and emotionally. Raymond, unwavering in his devotion, took extraordinary care of me. He decided to move us to his private island in the Caribbean, hoping the tranquil environment would aid my recovery.The island was a paradise. Lush greenery, pristine beaches and crystal-clear turquoise waters that seemed to stretch endlessly into the horizon.Our villa, a massive estate perched by the ocean, was a sanctuary of elegance and comfort. The whitewashed walls and large windows allowed natural light to flood in. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was a constant, soothing presence.Despite the idyllic setting, my postpartum depression persisted. I became more and more self-conscious and sensitive. I was overwhelmed by feelings of inadequacy. One evening, as we sat on the veranda watching the sunset, I felt the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me."Raymond," I began hesitantly, "I think we shou