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.”
NoahSeeing Owen with my son made my heart race with anxiety. I hadn't expected to find him holding Neil so casually. Neil, on the other hand, looked delighted. He was oblivious to Owen’s significance in my life.I paced towards them. The atmosphere between Owen and me was thick with unease. But Neil’s innocence shone through.Neil beamed up at me, "Mom, I like this uncle. He’s my new friend! Look, he gave me this!" He held up a miniature airplane.I forced a smile, trying to hide my discomfort. "That's nice, sweetheart. But remember, don't leave when I ask you to stay, okay? I get worried.""Okay, mommy. I promise." He grinned, his little face lighti
OwenSince I learned the truth six years ago, I've lived with constant self-reprimand. Every day, I regret hurting the one who loved me most. I even killed Noah’s unborn baby by accident. She must have suffered extreme pain!Raymond had warned me to cherish Noah, but I abandoned her myself. How stupid! I've been so blind! I didn’t realize how much I loved Noah until I completely lost her.The day the hospital called me with the news that Josie had awakened, just after Noah had left Edendale with Raymond, I told them I was too busy to collect her.She arrived home in a taxi. When she saw me in the living room, she looked shocked.“Honey?! Y
OwenRaymond transferred me out of the head office to be the most ordinary employee as punishment. I accepted it without protest. I had to pay for what I had done. I tried to drown my remorse and pain through hard work, but I still couldn’t forgive myself.Since Noah left, I tried many ways to find her, but it was in vain. She must have been protected by Raymond so that no one could bother her. I imagined meeting her again many times, but I never expected that I would meet her son first.I was about to go abroad for a business trip when my flight was canceled. Deciding to head home, I noticed a cute boy alone at the airport. More importantly, his appearance caught my eye. He looked so much like Noah! I couldn&rsqu
NoahI was shocked by Owen’s words and subconsciously stopped in my tracks. For as long as I could remember, I had believed my mother was dead. My father, Bob, had told me that she died in childbirth. But now, Owen was suggesting she might be alive?“Owen, what are you talking about? Where did you get this news?” I demanded, my heart pounding in my chest.Owen took a deep breath. “After Raymond transferred me to a remote subsidiary as an ordinary employee, I decided to focus on my work to escape the pain and guilt. Over time, I got promoted to manager. During that time, I built a cooperation with a female client. After I assisted her for a few months, we became familiar with each other. She lost her cat one day, and I helped her find it.”I listened intently, my curiosity piqued. “Go on.”“The woman recently told me she had lost her daughter 31 years ago,” Owen continued.“Her ex-husband was a gambler and owed a lot of money. When she gave birth to their daughter, he refused to raise