I stepped out of the company building, grateful for the day's work coming to an end. The weight of responsibility slowly lifted from my shoulders as I headed towards my car, my mind drifting towards the warmth and comfort of home. The wheels turned swiftly as I navigated through the bustling streets, each passing minute bringing me closer to the sanctuary where my heart belonged.As I approached our house, I caught sight of my three children running towards me with unbridled joy. Their laughter filled the air, and my weary eyes sparked with love and excitement at their mirthful presence. They had grown accustomed to the fact that their mother was no longer among us, but their infectious happiness assured me that they had found solace in one another.My eldest son, Athro, was the first to reach me. His tiny arms wrapped themselves tightly around my waist, embracing me with a ferocity that could only be matched by the bond we shared. Moment came the twins, Triumph and Wisdom, their misc
As I walked through the bustling mall, I couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness emanating from within. The air was laced with a delightful mix of fragrances, ranging from freshly brewed coffee to the delectable aroma of cinnamon buns. The sound of chatter and laughter filled the air, blending harmoniously with the melodic tunes playing softly in the background. It was a perfect day for a family outing, and I was grateful to have my loved ones by my side.Triumph and Wisdom, my mischievous twins, never ceased to amaze me with their boundless energy. Their tiny hands clutched tightly onto their grandmother's, guiding her as they darted through the mall, giggling with unrestrained joy. Mother Tanna, ever the patient and graceful woman, smiled adoringly at her mischievous grandchildren. Her gentle gaze reminded me of Athara, my beloved wife who had left us all too soon. Though a tinge of sadness lingered deep within me, it was moments like these that helped heal the wounds and bring c
As I lay in bed, the weight of my late wife Athara's absence weighed heavily on my heart. The thought of loving someone else seemed unfathomable, impossible even. Athara had been my rock, my soulmate, and the standard by which I measured all others. How could anyone else compare?Unable to find peace in my thoughts, I reluctantly rose from my bed. The moon cast a soft glow through the window, illuminating the path to the living room. I followed it, seeking solace in the familiar comfort of the dimly lit space.To my surprise, Mother Tanna was already there, perched on the couch. Her kind eyes met mine, a mix of concern and understanding evident in her gaze. "Why are you still awake, son?" she asked, her voice a gentle whisper.I sighed, sinking down beside her. "Athara was the standard, Mother Tanna. How can I ever hope to find someone who could compare to her?"She wrinkled her hand and reached out to pat mine, offering a silent reassurance. "Love has a way of surprising us, my dear.
The sun had already set, casting a subtle glow on the city as I left the office, tired but eager to put my work behind me. As I walked towards the parking lot, my mind churned with thoughts of Eliana, my enigmatic companion. We had grown close over the past few weeks, and tonight, I suggested we go to a restaurant to delve deeper into her past. Little did I know that our conversation would take a remarkable turn.We arrived at the restaurant, where the soft lighting and ambiance created a warm and intimate atmosphere. Eliana's eyes sparkled in the dim light, and as we sat down at our table, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity. But it wasn't Eliana I felt sitting across from me; it was my late wife, Athara.My heart raced, and I had to remind myself that this was merely a coincidence. Athara had passed away two years ago, a tragedy that still haunted me. But Eliana's uncanny resemblance was unsettling. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to th
As I sat in my car, my mind was filled with a whirlwind of emotions. The revelation of Eliana possibly being my wife, Athara, had left me both excited and apprehensive. However, my mood took a sudden turn when I spotted a familiar car parked outside the office building. I narrowed my eyes, recognizing it as my cousin Herodotus's vehicle.Confusion and doubt swirled within me, urging me to investigate further. Something felt off. Why was Herodotus here? And why was he talking with a doctor? My curiosity got the better of me, and without any deliberate thought, I found myself following him into the building.I discreetly watched as Herodotus engaged in conversation with the supposed doctor. Their exchange seemed friendly, almost too friendly for my liking. Something wasn't right, and my gut told me to trust its instincts.Unseen and unheard, I strained to hear their conversation. My heart pounded in my chest as the doctor mentioned a successful falsification of Eliana and Athro's DNA.
It was a stormy night, both outside and within me. My heart was heavy with the weight of the revelations that had been unveiled. I made my way through the rain-soaked cobblestone streets, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions.I could hardly believe what I had discovered. Tired and desperate, I sought solace in the comforting presence of Mother Tanna. She had always been my rock, a guiding light amidst the sea of darkness that surrounded me. Trusting her judgment, I confided in her the betrayal I had experienced at the hands of Herod.As I poured out my heart to Mother Tanna, her brows furrowed in concern. The wrinkles on her wise face seemed to deepen, reflecting the depth of my pain. She listened intently, her eyes filled with compassion as I recounted the lies and deceit that had become entangled in my life.With a gentle touch, she held my trembling hands and softly spoke, "My dear Theron, trust is a fragile thing. It can strengthen or shatter in an instant. It pai
I stood in front of the grand mirror, a reflection of my own journey etched into the lines upon my face. Tears streamed down my cheeks, a bittersweet mix of joy and longing. My eldest son, Athro, walked into the room and his eyes widened at the sight before him. He could see the emotions playing across my face, a mirror of my own heart."Mother, what's the matter?" Athro asked, concerned, lacing his voice as he reached out to touch my trembling hand.I turned to face him, the tears still flowing, a shaky smile dancing at the corners of my lips. "Oh, my dear Athro, something wonderful has happened," I whispered, struggling to find the right words to express the depths of my emotions.Athro's eyes widened with curiosity, his gaze searching mine for answers. "Tell me, papa. Please, I can see the happiness radiating from you, but I need to understand."I took a deep breath, willing myself to compose the tidal wave of emotions that threatened to spill forth. "Athro, my love, have you ever
I am inside my office now. I thought that if Eliana was Athara, then who was the girl we buried in South Carolina? I couldn't recognize its face anymore, because it was burnt. The telephone rang so I answered the call. "Hello.""Theron, I always follow Herod. He goes back and forth to a building where there is a doctor there.""I know what he's doing there, Keigan. It's also true that Eliana is my wife who we thought died from the fire.""How did you know?""Eliana and I met again, we agreed to have a second DNA test with my son. The result was positive.""Shit, Duffins! You've been making me tired of being a detective lately but the truth is that you already know that Eliana is your wife. What's your plan? Do our friends know?"I sighed. I hate Herod but I didn't want to slander him to our other friends. "Dude, this isn't the time to tell them what Herod did. I know they're just going to scold that one.""Not just scolding, dude. They might even kill him.""So please, Keigan, don'