Freda’s POVAs I slowly opened my eyes, the warm rays of the morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. But instead of feeling the usual sense of calm that comes with a new day, my thoughts immediately turned to Hardin.The events of the previous night played out in my mind like a broken record. I had spent hours in the kitchen, preparing his favorite meal with love and anticipation. The aroma of the dish filled the air, creating an ambiance that was meant to welcome him home. But as the minutes turned into hours, he never showed up.I remember I had sat at the dining table, my heart sinking with each passing moment. The silence in the house was deafening, broken only by the occasional creak of the floorboards. I waited, hoping for the sound of his key turning in the lock, the familiar sound that would bring a smile to my face. But it never came.Confusion and worry washed over me, mingling with a tinge of disappointment. Thoughts raced through m
Freda's POVThere, in front of me, was Hardin, wrapped in the arms of another woman. "No, no" I cried out as I placed my hand on my mouth in shock.A wave of disbelief crashed over me, leaving me stunned and speechless. How could this be happening? Even though our relationship has been a bit rocky, We had shared so many good times, and just the day before, he had done something so beautiful to win me over. The betrayal felt like a knife twisting in my chest.Tears streamed down my face as my mind struggled to process the reality of the situation. I felt a mix of anger, sadness, and confusion swirling within me. How could he do this to me? Was everything we had shared just a lie? The pain of betrayal washed over me, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed.I felt a deep sense of disappointment and hurt. It was as if the ground beneath me had crumbled, leaving me standing there, feeling foolish and deceived. The memories of our night together replayed in my mind, each one now tainted
Hardin's POVMy phone chimed in my pocket and I quickly reached out to grab it and check what notification came in. My eyes suddenly went wide as I saw the content of the notification. Just as I was about to dial the contact, a call came in and I picked up immediately. “What's going on?” I said immediately I placed the phone on my ear.“Everything is going well. Did you see the text that I sent?” He asked about and I nodded my head rapidly.“Yes, I saw it. How sure are you that this is true information?” I asked curiously, waiting anxiously for him to respond.“It's very legit. She is in town. She came in a couple of days ago.” He said, and I heaved a sigh as I thought of what next to do.“Where is she?” I asked.“Her usual place.” He said, and I took a deep breath as I could not believe that Shelby was around.“I will get back to you,” I said and quickly cut the call, placing the phone back in my pocket as I slowly tapped my lip, thinking of what next to do. I leaned backward to res
Hardin's POVShe ran out of the room immediately, and I stood up to follow her.“Who was that?” Shelby asked and I gave her a wild look.“Freda!” I yelled her name, but she was far gone. Just as I was about to go out of the room, my phone began to ring, and I walked to where it was to pick it up.“Why is he calling me?” I whispered as I saw who was calling. I bounced the call at first because of how angry I was at that moment.“Why did you not lock the door?” I asked angrily as I tilted my head to give her a wild look, and she gestured, looking surprised.“Who was that Hardin and why didn't she knock before coming into the room rudely.” She asked, and I took a deep breath as I tilted my head away slowly, trying to calm my nerves. My phone rang again and this time I picked up the call.“What?” I asked in a thunderous tone and waited anxiously for a reply.“Boss, there is a serious issue.” He said over the phone, and I could not help but wonder what he was talking about.“What is it?” I
Hardin’s POV“What took you see long?” I asked as I walked past her. Freda stood there, her face flushed with anger, her eyes blazing with fury. The intensity of her gaze was enough to pierce through a metal. I could feel the weight of her disappointment and betrayal hanging heavily in the air. It was as if the room had suddenly become smaller, suffocating me with its charged atmosphere.“You've got some nerve, Hardin, how dare you do this to me,” Freda said as she walked towards me angrily. My mind raced, desperately trying to make sense of the situation. I never intended to hurt Freda, but that doesn't mean she gets to speak to me like this.“Watch your tongue woman, don't speak to me in that tone” I warned her but it was clear that she wasn't having it.“Oh please Hardin what more can you do to me at this point, why did you make me feel so special if you were going fuck another woman the next day?” Freda yelled angrily her voice rising in volume and intensity, I felt a mix of frust
Hardin's POV“I am not going anywhere. I belong here and this is where I will stay.” Shelby said, and I gave her a stern look for a moment. I heaved a sigh as I tilted my head away from her slightly before bringing it back again.“You can't stay here, Shelby. Get your stuff if you have any and go back to your house. I will meet you there when I resolve this.” I said sharply as I stared into her eyes. She shrugged, getting me more infuriated. Just as I was about to talk again, she beat me to it, talking first.“Have you forgotten who I am to you? I am Shelby, your girlfriend.” She said, and I heaved a sigh as I wiped my face with the back of my palm.“What has come over you? Why are you trading words with me?” I asked in a sharp tone, gesturing every word that I said. “I am not doing any of that. All I am saying is that I cannot leave the house for that thing. Why didn't you even tell her that you already have a girlfriend? I am sure she is one of those girls that throw themselves at
Freda's POVI slowly opened my eyes, the morning light seeping in through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room. As I tried to sit up, I felt a hand gently holding me down. Confused, I turned my head and saw Hardin lying beside me, his arm wrapped around me, holding me tight.His eyes fluttered open, and our gazes locked. At that moment, a mix of emotions flooded through me. I couldn't deny the anger and hurt that lingered from what he had done, but there was something about him in this vulnerable morning light that tugged at my heart.I studied his face, the lines of worry and regret etched across his features. It was as if I could see the weight of his actions weighing heavily on him. And despite everything, I couldn't help but find him undeniably cute in this unguarded moment.A part of me wanted to push him away, to hold onto my anger and protect myself from further pain. But another part of me longed for the connection we once had, the warmth and familiarity of his touch.
Freda's POVAs I tried to find my voice, my mind raced with a thousand thoughts. How could she say something so cruel? Did she truly believe that I was one of Hardin's dolls, or was it just an attempt to hurt me? I felt anger welling up inside me, but I knew that responding with anger would only escalate the situation further.Taking a deep breath, I mustered up all the strength I had left. I looked Shelby in the eyes, trying to maintain a calm exterior despite the turmoil within me. I refused to let her words define me, to let them shake my self-worth."I am not a doll," I said firmly, my voice steady. "And I can't blame you for thinking I am one, since those are the kind of girls you associate with"Shelby's expression shifted to a mix of surprise and perhaps even a hint of regret. It seemed as though she hadn't expected such a response from me."It doesn't matter, to Hardin what you are, you are only here to warm his bed while I the true love of life take care of the business"As m
Freda’s POV“I want you to fuck me," I said to Hardin as I lay on top of him"for someone who is heavily pregnant….you are too wild," he said as he started to kiss my neck. He moved down my body and kissed my tits. "You're so beautiful," he said as he took one of my nipples into his mouth. “Hardin!” I let out a moan as he sucked on it, making it hard. He then moved down my body and kissed my stomach.“Just fuck me already….” I pleaded shamelessly “Fine…you asked for it,” he said as he spread my leg wide open and he position his cock at my pussy. "You are mine," he said as he slowly pushed his cock into me. “Fuckkkkk” I moan loudly as he started to fuck me with his cock. "Fuck, how are you still tight? " he asked as he continued to fuck me with his cock. He started to fuck me harder"Hardin, Hardin" I moaned as he continued to fuck me with his cock. "Fuck, I'm going to cum""Don't let me stop you" and that was enough to make me explode but he continued to fuck me, after a few pushe
Hardin’s POVI could feel the weight lifting off my shoulders as I stood outside the hospital with my men. Freda couldn't make it because of a last-minute errand, leaving me curious about what she was up to. My driver had already turned the car around, and as I got in, a sense of relief washed over me.As we drove away from the hospital, I let out another sigh, grateful for the progress I had made. It had been a challenging two weeks since I woke up from my coma, but finally being strong enough to go home brought me immense joy. The thought of leaving the confines of the hospital lifted my spirits, I was more than ready to break free from the monotony of being in one place for so long.My mind wandered to Freda, the pillar of support by my side through it all. I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for her unwavering presence in my life. She had been my rock, my constant source of strength during the toughest times, and I cherished her more than words could express.As the
Freda’s POV“Am I dreaming?” I asked because it was as if I was still dreaming.“No you are not Mama….it feels so_”I wrapped my arms tightly around him, perhaps a bit too tightly, feeling his slight groan as I squeezed in my overwhelming excitement. It had been so long since I had felt this kind of joy, this rush of emotions that threatened to spill over. Hardin was finally awake, and the prospect of our family being whole once more filled me with an indescribable sense of happiness.As I held him close, the reality of his presence sank in, grounding me in the moment. The weight of his existence, of his return to consciousness, was like a balm to my soul, soothing the ache that had lingered in his absence. The sheer relief of having him back, of knowing that he was no longer lost in the depths of slumber, washed over me in waves.In that embrace, in the warmth of his body against mine, I found solace and strength. The months of waiting, of hoping against hope for his awakening, had f
Freda’s POVI dashed to the hospital, my heart hammering in my chest like a drum, the news of Hardin moving his hand echoing in my mind like a mantra of hope. As I burst into Hardin's room, a flurry of medical staff surrounded him, their urgent movements a choreography of healing.A nurse approached me, her voice gentle amidst the whirlwind of activity, “Please come with me...the doctor will speak to you soon” guiding me to the doctor's office to wait. My footsteps felt heavy, each one a beat in the rhythm of anticipation that thrummed through me. The sterile scent of the hospital mingled with the tension in the air, creating a surreal backdrop to the unfolding moment.Emotions surged within me, a turbulent sea of relief, worry, and gratitude crashing against the shores of my consciousness. The sight of Hardin surrounded by a team of professionals, each one dedicated to his care, filled me with a sense of reassurance. Yet, beneath the facade of composure, I tried to maintain, a curre
Freda’s POVI stood by Hardin's side, watching over him as he lay in that silent slumber, a wave of realization washed over me. The truth that he might not wake up, that he might not be there to share in the joys and sorrows of raising our child, pierced my heart like a dagger. The prospect of facing motherhood alone, of shouldering the responsibilities of caring for our child without him by my side, loomed large before me.But amidst the shadows of doubt and fear, a flicker of determination ignited within me. The resolve to embrace this new chapter of my life, to welcome our child into the world with open arms and an open heart, grew stronger with each passing moment. The certainty that I would love and cherish this child, that I would be there for them no matter what trials lay ahead, anchored me in a sea of uncertainty.*******“I am beginning to learn how to cook again….yeah I know the last time was disastrous but this time I started with something simple” “Sandwich….I made a san
Freda’s POV“Where you hurt?…..ma’am can you hear me?…” I could hear the medics' voices fading into the background as my mind swirled with thoughts of Hardin, If only he were here, Jim would never have dared to lay a hand on me.“He is dead ma’am” I heard someone say from behind.“What?”“Jim…is dead” Despite the chaos around me, a strange calm settled within as the news of Jim's demise reached my ears. Memories of the pain he had inflicted on Hardin flooded my mind, serving as a bitter reminder of the past. At that moment, a sense of justice tinged with a hint of vindication, washed over me.The medics' concerned voices seemed distant as I processed the news, a mix of relief and closure washing over me. Jim's actions had not only caused physical harm but had also left emotional scars that ran deep. The weight of his deeds hung heavy in the air, a burden lifted with his passing. I wouldn't deny the closure his death brought. ********I was lost in my thoughts when I saw Miranda runni
Freda’s POV“Jim….what are you doing_”“Shut up your trash bitch! Don't you dare mention my name” he yelled at me angrily.I was gasping for air, my heart pounding in my chest as Jim pressed the gun against my head. Fear gripped me tightly, knowing that Hardin, my usual protector, was nowhere to be found. Jim's menacing presence sent shivers down my spine, I knew he wouldn't hesitate to harm me. He appeared disheveled as if he had just broken free from prison. However, amidst the chaos, there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a distraction that I couldn't quite place.Despite the imminent danger, a glimmer of hope sparked within me as I recognized the opportunity presented by Jim's distraction. I understood that I had to tread carefully, to maneuver this precarious situation to my advantage without triggering a violent response from him.“There is no Hardin to save you this time.…you are doomed Freda!” he said with a hint of disgust on his face, his grip tightening on the gun, I
Freda’s POVI sat there, staring at the hospital room walls, feeling lost and confused. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, heavier than anything I had ever experienced. How did life twist from happiness to sorrow in just a few months? Hardin, my rock, lay in a coma with no signs of waking. The air felt thick with uncertainty, and the news of my pregnancy added another layer of complexity to the turmoil. This should have been a time of joy, of shared anticipation, but instead, it was shrouded in fear and loneliness. I needed Hardin now more than ever, his strength, his presence, but he was unreachable, lost in a world I couldn't enter. The ache in my heart mirrored the ache in my soul, a deep yearning for things to be different, for a glimpse of hope in this sea of despair. At that moment, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders, the burden of uncertainty pressing down on me with a force I could barely withstand. “I have told you countless times to stop thinking
Freda's POVI sat there crying profusely as I watched Hardin lying helplessly on the bed. I could not help but heave a heavy sigh of frustration, as it had been four solid weeks of laying there without waking up or saying anything. My heart bled as I continued to watch him. My eyes were heavy from the lack of sleep. I could no longer bear the silence, so I cleaned my eyes and took a deep breath before I talked.“Hardin,” I called out softly as I looked over his oxygen mask to see his closed eyes.“Hardin, I know you can hear me. Please come back to me. I can't keep living like this. It's been four weeks Hardin, you kept mute and refused to talk to me. Please open your eyes, Hardin. You should have allowed me to take that bullet. I survived it once, and could survive it again.” I said as tears rolled down my cheek. My heart racing faster as I was eager to see him open his eyes, but it did not look like he was going to open his eyes anytime soon.“Hardin, please, you have made me love y