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
RaymondNoah’s miscarriage haunted me. I had the same nightmare over and over. I saw her on the floor, covered in blood. Our lost baby, our shattered dreams, all slipping away in front of me. Her face was full of agony. “Raymond! Help us! Please, save our baby!” she cried out. I tried to reach out, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t get to her when she needed me most. The horror jolted me awake.The nightmares made sleep difficult. I woke up often, needing to check on Noah. The fear of her succumbing to dark thoughts tormented me. I couldn’t lose her too!One day, when I returned from a business trip, I found Noah on the floor, pale and unresponsive. A bottle of Valium lay open beside her, its contents scattered. She overdosed.My heart stopped as I rushed to her side. I felt for a pulse. She was barely breathing. I scooped her up, my hands shaking, and called for help. My mind was reeling with terror and guilt.Thankfully, she recovered after a few days. But my nightmares got way worse.
NoahThat night, beneath the Caribbean stars, Raymond and I finally gave in to the love that had been simmering between us. The sound of the ocean waves was our only witness as we moved together, slow and deliberate. Each touch ignited a fire within.He took off his shirt, revealing his tanned, muscular torso. The moon and candle light accentuated the magnificent curvature of his six pack, chest and biceps. He took me in his arms and undressed me slowly. He savored every inch of my body with his intense hazel eyes.In his charming Australian accent, he whispered, “You are so incredibly beautiful, my Noah.”