Vivian’s POV…The atmosphere in the room turns tense as the sound of the shattered plate echoes through the house.George's anger is palpable; his eyes are filled with rage. He glares at me, his fists clenched tightly."Go to the police station," he says through his gritted teeth. "Report the car that hit Megan. I don't have time for this right now. I need to be with her."He turns abruptly and storms out of the room, leaving me there speechless at his outburst. I watch him leave, his figure disappearing from sight. Taking a deep breath, I gather myself and try to regain composure.I pick up a piece of the broken plate, setting it aside. With calm determination, I begin to eat my breakfast, savoring each bite despite the lingering tension in the air.The room is filled with a mixture of silence and the clinking of cutlery against the plate, the only sounds in the otherwise empty space.Later that day…I enter the police station, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination. As I app
Vivian’s POV…As the bus resumes its journey, my mind remains consumed by thoughts of George and Megan, their relationship, and the stark contrast with my own experiences.Lost in the labyrinth of my emotions, I scarcely notice the passing landscape outside the bus window. The raindrops on the glass create a blurry veil, mirroring the haze of my thoughts and the tears that threaten to surface.The bus traverses the city streets with a rhythmic motion, its engine humming softly in the background. The sounds of honking horns and distant sirens blend into a symphony of urban life. Yet, these external stimuli fail to capture my attention, overshadowed by the tumultuous storm raging within me.Lost in my reverie, I am oblivious to the fellow passengers around me, each engaged in their own private worlds. Their hushed conversations, the rustle of newspapers, and the occasional jolt as the bus navigates turns become distant echoes in the backdrop of my thoughts.Gradually, as the bus approac
George’s POV…I am so mad after learning that Vivian is with a man that I drive straight to the bar, my thoughts swirling within me like a tempestuous storm.My friend was waiting for me. His eyes convey both concern and curiosity. Without uttering a word, he gestures towards a nearby table where Vivian and the man in question are engrossed in conversation, oblivious to my arrival.My jaw clenches, my fists involuntarily tightening at my sides as I take in the sight before me.The man wears a smug expression, his grin stretching from ear to ear, fueling the flames of my anger. Every fiber of my being longs to lash out, confront him, and unleash my frustrations upon him. But a deeper understanding holds me back.I know from the beginning that Vivian has a crush on someone and that she has never been able to express her feelings to that man. I am acutely aware that this man may be the elusive figure who has occupied her heart and mind—the one she yearned for.While the realization bring
I wake up and find myself in George's arms, our bodies entwined intimately.His eyes open, meeting mine, and a mix of emotions flickers across his face.The realization of our shared passion from the previous night washes over me, causing my cheeks to flush with a deep blush. Even though I have had sex with him many times, an unexpected shyness envelops me, making it difficult to meet his gaze for long.Reacting quickly, I slip out of his embrace and hurriedly make my way to the bathroom. Wrapping a towel around my body, I try to regain composure, but my heart still races with a mix of embarrassment and lingering desire.George follows me, his smirk revealing his amusement at my sudden bashfulness.He playfully asks, "Why are you acting shy? You are acting like you are naked for the first time in front of me."I nervously request that he leave the bathroom, hoping for some privacy to collect my thoughts.To my relief, he chuckles and complies, walking out of the bathroom with a knowin
Later that day…I step into the mansion, my breath catching in awe at the sight that unfolds before me. The grandeur of the decorations embraces the essence of celebration. The expansive halls are adorned with intricate floral arrangements, their vibrant colors breathing life into the elegant surroundings. Roses, lilies, and daisies interweave in cascading bouquets, their sweet fragrance filling the air.Every corner of the mansion radiates warmth and joy. Delicate streamers hang gracefully from the ceilings, shimmering with a touch of gold. Soft lighting casts a gentle glow.The walls proudly display a timeline of Grandma's life, a tapestry of cherished memories captured in photographs and lovingly curated memorabilia.The atmosphere is alive with the sounds of laughter and conversation, mingling harmoniously with the soft melody of nostalgic tunes. Friends and family gather, their faces adorned with smiles, as they honor Grandma's legacy and celebrate the love that binds them togeth
A wave of heartbreak washes over me as I witness George's instinctive protection and unwavering focus on Megan. The depth of his care and affection for her becomes painfully apparent, highlighting the place she holds in his heart. It is an undeniable truth that leaves me feeling shattered and insignificant in comparison."What are you doing there?" Grandma's loud voice cut through the air. "Can’t you see your wife is in trouble? Why aren’t you helping her?"His defensive stance wavers momentarily as if Grandma's words caught him off guard. A flicker of remorse flashes across his features when his eyes landed on me.The sudden change in the atmosphere prompts the curiosity of the guests nearby, who quickly turn their attention to me. Their surprise is evident in their widened eyes and hushed whispers. At that moment, my identity as George's wife, long hidden from public knowledge, is laid bare before them.I sneer inwardly. No one knew that I was George’s wife when I was married to him
I hastily take off the wet clothes and place them in the laundry basket. I stand under the shower, the warm water calming my mind. But then I suddenly realize that I haven't brought fresh clothes with me.A tinge of panic courses through me as I contemplate my next move. It is then that I recall George's words and his promise to be there if I needed anything. Curiosity and a flicker of hope guide my actions as I decide to reach out to him.With a determined resolve, I turn off the shower and make my way toward the door, water droplets cascading down my body. Nervously, I push it open, revealing the room beyond. My eyes scan the space, searching for any sign of George's presence.I realize he is standing outside the room, my gaze moving to the door."George?" I call out his name, my voice laced with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.And then, as if conjured by my plea, he enters the room, silently responding to my summons.My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight befo
Vivian’s POV…Even though he told me not to come to the hospital, I still came. I love Grandma and am worried about her. No one can stop me from being with her, at least not at this moment when she is not well.Even though George didn’t love me, his family members never treated me badly. They always loved me as their daughter.I cannot walk away when they are in trouble. I stood away from them, but I could see all the activities in front of the emergency room.I see a doctor emerge from the room and talk to George and his parents. I want to go there and ask about Grandma, but I remain standing here, fearing George will get mad at me.Then I see them going away with the doctor.I don’t know what is happening, and I start pacing nervously.After some time, George appears suddenly."Grandma wants to see you," he says, his tone low and serious.I hurry into the ward and find Grandma lying on the bed. Her condition is not as bad as I imagined. I am relieved and walk over to her."Grandma…"