Vivian’s POV…When I wake up the next morning, I find myself in George’s arms. The haze of sleep gradually lifts, replaced by a sudden surge of awareness. The memory of last night comes crashing back, causing my heart to race and my cheeks to burn with embarrassment.The realization of my own actions hits me like a wave, and I'm flooded with a mix of emotions: regret, confusion, and a tinge of shame.How could I make such mistakes?My internal struggle to keep my distance from him seems to have failed spectacularly. I've spent the last five years avoiding any intimate relationships, determined to focus on my children and my own well-being. But last night, something in me gave way, and the yearning for affection and connection took over.The walls I had built around myself crumbled in an instant, and the dam of pent-up desires burst forth, leaving me vulnerable to his touch.But now I regret it. I should have resisted and controlled myself. How could I have let my guard down and allowe
My words infuriate her beyond her tolerance level."You, filthy woman. I’ll kill you." Megan lunges over me, her eyes blazing with fury.But before she can reach me, I quickly sidestep and grab her arm, using her momentum against her. She stumbles forward, off balance, and I take advantage of the opportunity to wrap my arms around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides.With fierce determination, I drag her backward, away from the door, and slam her onto the floor. The air rushes out of her lungs as she hits the ground, and for a moment, she lies there, dazed and helpless.I straddle her, my legs on either side of her hips, and lean down, my face inches from hers. My breath comes in short gasps, and my heart races with adrenaline. I feel a surge of power and satisfaction as I look down at her, finally at my mercy.I yank on her hair, making her whine.Megan's eyes flash with anger and humiliation. She struggles against my hold, trying to buck me off, but I maintain my position, my m
George’s POV…As I gaze upon Vivian's unconscious form, terror takes hold of me like a vice. My mind races with worst-case scenarios. The fear of losing her gripped my heart.I had promised to protect her, and now it seems I've failed miserably.Guilt and regret assail me like a tempest, leaving me feeling helpless and lost. I replay the events leading up to this moment in my head, berating myself for not being able to prevent Megan's intrusion. Self-loathing consumes me, and I can't help but feel that I don't deserve Vivian's forgiveness.I didn’t leave her side. I sat beside her and waited for her to wake up.When she finally stirs, opening her eyes, relief washes over me like a balm. I clasp her hands tightly, tears streaming down my face."Thank goodness, you're awake," I whisper hoarsely, my voice cracking under the strain of emotion. "I'm so sorry, Vivian. It’s all my fault. I couldn’t stop her from entering the house. She still came and tried to hurt you. I am a jerk.""George…
I am terrified, fearing they will hurt each other. "Michael, please leave. You shouldn’t be here.""Vivian, you have no idea how cruel this man is," he says. "He is the one who is causing trouble in my company."George doesn't back down, though. He steps forward, his eyes blazing with anger."Shut up," he growls. "Get out of here. Or else, I will beat you to death.""Come and fight me," Michael provokes."George, please…" I look at him pleadingly, holding his hand.In a split second, everything changes. George shoves me into the car, slamming the door shut.I frantically turn the knob, trying to open the door, but it's locked. My heart sinks as I watch them engage in fierce combat. I feel helpless, unable to stop them.Locked inside the car, my hands press against the window, and my gaze is fixed on the spectacle unfolding outside. The two figures clash, fists flying, and words exchanged like arrows. A knot forms in my stomach, and my heart aches as the fear of their physical confront
My heart races as I look up at the distorted face looming in front of me. Fear crawls up my spine as I realize it is Michael, his eyes blazing with an intensity that makes my blood run cold."Shh..." he hisses, his hot breath brushing against my ear. "Don't yell."I nod frantically, desperate to be released from his grasp. Slowly, he lowers his hand and steps back, allowing me to breathe once more. My heart still hammers in my chest, and my mind is reeling from the sudden attack.He slowly lowers his hand and steps back a little. I gasp for air, my heart pounding from what has just happened."I am sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you," he says. "But I needed to talk to you."I glare at him, my anger and fear battling for dominance. How dare he do this to me? Why is he acting like some sort of crazed lunatic?"George is causing problems for my business," he continued, his expression twisted in hatred. "My company is on the verge of collapsing. All my years of hard work are being ruined be
My body goes numb, and my legs are frozen in place. The voice on the loudspeaker seems to come from far away, echoing in my ears like a distant scream. My heart races in my chest… It beats frantically and matches the urgency of my thoughts."George…" I yell and sprint through the ship's corridors, dread gripping my heart.His face flashes in my mind, with his bright smile and warm eyes, and I can't bear the thought of losing him. Not now, not like this. My heart clenches with every step, and the grip of anxiety tightens with each passing moment.My breath catches in my throat as I spot a commotion near the edge of the ship. Crew members and onlookers are gathered, their attention focused on a spot in the water. My heart leaps into my throat as I rush over there. My fingers clutch the railing as I strain to see through the turbulent sea for any sign of George.Time seems to stand still as I wait for a sign—any sign—that George is all right. The salty wind whips around me, tears streami
Dad's words continue to reverberate in my mind even after I end the call. George is trapped in a whirlwind of false accusations, and I'm powerless to protect him.Anger, helplessness, and fear surge within me, intertwining into a chaotic mix of emotions that threaten to overwhelm me.How could someone orchestrate such a sinister plot against him?Frustration simmers beneath the surface, a potent mix of helplessness and indignation.Fear, like a shadow, lurks in the corners of my thoughts. Fear for George's safety, fear that he might be further ensnared in this web of lies. But I know I can't afford to let fear paralyze me.I take a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady myself. This isn't the time to break down. George needs someone who believes in him and can stand by his side in this storm of adversity. My determination to clear George's name is unwavering.A surge of resolve courses through me, igniting a fire within my heart. The truth is out there, waiting to be uncovered, and I'll
The next day…The situation has turned bad, just like in the past. Because of the allegations, the stock price of George’s company has plummeted. When I read the news article, I feel like I am reliving the past and witnessing his company crumble again. The words on the phone screen seem to blur together, forming a haunting echo of what happened five years ago.It’s strikingly similar to what happened five years ago. I can't shake the feeling that Michael's influence is at play here.The meticulous orchestration of events, the timing, the precision—it all points to his involvement. The wounds from the past are being reopened, and I'm confronted with the harsh reality that the past never truly left us.I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms, as I struggle to contain the rush of emotions within me. The desire to confront Michael and expose his devious manipulations burns within me like a fire.I look at George, who is still sleeping. I quietly walk out of the ward and call Mic