Hardin's POV"Hardin, what took you so long to pick up the phone?" I hesitated for a moment, knowing it was Martins on the line. I wasn't in the mood for a conversation, especially not now. Reluctantly, I answered, my frown evident even before I said a word."Hello?" I said, my voice tinged with irritation."We have been trying to reach you, but your assistant kept saying you are busy" Martins' voice came through the line, annoyingly loud, completely out of sync with my current mood. Each word he spoke felt like a jab, irritating me more with every syllable. I struggled to maintain my composure, trying to listen to what he had to say."You've reached me now Martins, now what do you want?" I asked going straight to the point."We heard about what happened Hardin just in case you don't know" His words seemed to echo in my mind, each one grating on my nerves. I could feel my anger rising, and frustration bubbling beneath the surface."So?" I replied, Despite my annoyance, I forced myself
Hardin's POVThe rush back to the hospital was like a race against time. Every minute that passed felt like an eternity, the worry gnawing at me from within. I couldn't bear the thought of being away from Freda, especially in her time of need. Those business partners had no right to keep me from her side, but duty called before I could return to her.Pulling up to the hospital, I practically leaped out of the car, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. The corridors seemed endless as I hurried towards Freda's room, each step echoing my urgency to be by her side once more."Hardin you can't_""Oh please doctor not now," I said as I walked past the doctor.The moment I pushed open the door to Freda's room, my eyes fell upon her lying on the bed, a sight that filled me with both relief and joy. The absence of the medical equipment that had surrounded her before was a welcome change, a sign of her improving health. Her face, once clouded with worry, now lit up with a smil
Freda's POV"Dont worry mama, I got you," Hardin said as I shifted in the wheelchair, feeling the remnants of my hospital stay clinging to me, Hardin's gentle touch was like a soothing balm on my weary soul. Today marked my discharge day, and even though I haven't fully recovered, I told Hardin that I didn't like the hospital smell and it's making me more sick. Hardin's response was nothing short of pure love and care, he had arranged for me to continue my treatment at home.Stepping out of the hospital's sterile confines, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Hardin's decision to take care of me at home was a gesture that resonated deeply with me. As we made our way to the car, he effortlessly lifted me from the wheelchair and settled me into the seat. The way he cradled my hand, his touch soft yet firm, spoke volumes of his unwavering devotion."Are you okay?" he asked calmly."Yes, I am fine" I replied and then he joined me at the back seat. At that moment, as we sat side by side
Freda's POVAs the oil sizzled in the pan, I instinctively took a step back, wary of the sudden burst of activity. Following the instructions from the cooking video playing in the background, I poured in the sauce, hoping to recreate the dish with some semblance of success. Cooking was never my forte, but I was eager to explore this new hobby, a step towards self-discovery and growth.After weeks of treatment and recovery, the absence of pain in my abdomen was a welcomed relief, a tangible sign of progress and healing. The doctor had advised that I engage myself in little exercise, like cooking and that's what led me to the kitchen, despite my lack of culinary skills. The aroma of the sauce wafting through the air sparked a sense of anticipation and excitement, a fleeting moment of optimism amidst the chaos of the kitchen."What is next?" I asked myself looking confused, I mean I could clear see the video but I don't understand what next to do.Suddenly an unpleasant smell filled the
Freda's POV"So.....how is married life treating you" Miranda asked with a mischievous smile."I am not married dummy" Every time Miranda playfully mentions Hardin, it feels like a never-ending loop of teasing. Her comments about how lovely we look together have become a familiar soundtrack to me. "You look married to me, I mean I can see that marriage glow on you already" Miranda replied, of course, she will always have her way. I couldn't help but wonder what life would be like as Hardin's wife, I mean does he ever want to get married and have kids, I haven't thought of that."Don't worry when the time is right, you will know," Miranda said as if she could read my thoughts.Deciding to break the monotony of being at home, Miranda and I opted for a trip to the park. With Hardin preoccupied, his absence creating a void in my routine, the park seemed like the perfect escape. Despite Hardin's offer to have his man accompany us, I declined, craving a moment of simplicity and solitude w
Freda's POVI could hear the familiar sound of the horn, and my heart leaped with joy as I recognized it was Hardin. He had been away for what felt like an eternity due to work, and his absence had left a void that only his presence could fill. Without a second thought, I dashed down the stairs, anticipation bubbling within me like a fizzy drink waiting to burst.As I reached the bottom of the stairs, there he was, standing tall and handsome, a sight for sore eyes. Without hesitation, I launched myself into his arms, feeling the warmth and strength of his embrace envelop me like a comforting blanket. Hardin caught me effortlessly, his familiar scent wrapping around me like a comforting cocoon.At that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in a bubble of shared happiness and longing. The sight of him standing before me, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and delight, mirrored my own overwhelming emotions. The flood of happiness at his return washed a
Freda's POV"Hmmm...I can smell it, today is going to be a good day"I woke up with a sense of contentment washing over me, a rare feeling of pure happiness that enveloped my being. The sunlight filtering through the curtains painted the room in a warm glow, casting a serene aura over the familiar surroundings. In that moment, everything seemed to fall into place, each piece of my life fitting together like a perfect puzzle.As I lay there, basking in the quiet beauty of the morning, a wave of gratitude washed over me. I cherished every aspect of my life, from the moments of pure joy to the simple, everyday routines that brought a sense of comfort and familiarity. The absence of drama, the peace that settled over my heart like a gentle caress, was a precious gift that I held close to my chest.The thought of loving Hardin, of waking up every day with a heart full of affection and devotion, filled me with a sense of wonder. I marveled at the simplicity of it all, at the ease with which
Freda's POVWith fear and fret visible all over my body, I trembled as I went into the car as instructed. I could not help but inhale deeply to calm my racing heart, but each breath I took only made my heart race faster. I took a deep breath, not knowing what was about to happen to me at that moment. “Who could want me dead?” I asked myself as I sat there at the back of the car, blindfolded, and the only thing on my mind was Hardin. I wished he was here to save me from the grasp of these unknown men.Shortly after, I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head, I quickly brought my hand to rub the place I felt the pain. I had just been hit with the back of the gun. I felt an instant headache and groaned in response to the pain.“Please don't hurt me.” I pleaded and as if they were angry that I talked. They hit me again in the same spot and this time, I felt the intense pain and the only to respond to that pain was to shut down completely and go unconscious. I lost consciousness immediate