••Athara••As I cradled our son in my arms, I hummed a soft lullaby that my mother used to sing to me when I was a child. The sweet melody filled the room, and my little boy’s eyes slowly began to flutter close. I closed my eyes too, breathing in the scent of his soft hair as I lost myself to the music. I put him to bed when he was quite asleep."Sleep tight, my handsome little man," I said in the middle of humming the lullaby that made him close his eyes.Staring at my son's innocent face made me realize that he was the best thing that happened between me and my husband, a greatest gift of all. Athro took his face after his father. My husband was the handsomest man I ever knew in this world. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and I opened my eyes to see my husband, Theron, standing in the doorway."Hi, beautiful," he said.His eyes were locked with mine, intense and full of emotions that I couldn’t quite decipher. "What is it, Theron?" I asked, sensing that something was wrong.He di
The events that happened in the last few days were still fresh in my mind. I was ecstatic when Theron knelt down on one knee and pulled out a small velvet box. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with love and adoration, and asked me to be his wife. Without hesitation, I said yes. It was a moment I had been dreaming of for so long, and it finally happened. As soon as I said yes, we hugged each other tightly and shared a kiss. I could still fantasize about that moment of love. I was really enchanted to the extent that until now, I was wondering if that really happened or if I was just having a great dream. I sighed out of knowing that what happened was real. "Look at that beautiful thing, Athara. Every time that you doubt what happened, kindly look at your ring finger," I reminded myself with a smile on my face.The beautiful diamond ring on my ring finger made me realize that Theron really wanted me to marry him into a church.It's been months since I last called my parents who were
As I stood in the middle of the garden, feeling the cool breeze blowing against my skin, I breathed in the scent of the blooming flowers around me. It was like a paradise, with vibrant colors and the chirping of the birds creating a symphony of nature. It was my favorite spot in the house, and I would spend hours here whenever I could.Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms around me, and a familiar voice whispered into my ear. "I love you, beautiful."I turned around, and there was Theron, my husband, who had just returned from meeting his friend Rome. Theron was a tall and handsome man, with striking features and a charm that could win over anyone's heart. "What are you doing at Rome's house? That's around Brookville, right? You weren't here for a couple of days." He had deep, expressive eyes that sparkled in the sunlight and a warm smile that could light up the entire room. He was my dream husband, and I was lucky that from evil he became as sweet as a candy, and I loved him more than
My heart pounded in my chest as I cradled Theron's head on my lap, blood staining the surrounding leaves. Panic gripped me as I assessed the seriousness of his condition. It was clear he was unconscious, his breaths shallow and uneven. I had to act swiftly and decisively.I looked at the sky, praying silently that may His angels would be covering my husband from evil. After a few minutes, I looked around wishing to see the person behind shooting my husband even though I had a clue that it was none other than Samantha."God, do not take him away, please…"Summoning every ounce of resolve, I rose to my feet, my knees still trembling. My mind raced with thoughts of what to do next. I needed help, and the first person that came to mind was Maid Tanna. She had been with our family for years, tending to our household affairs with unwavering loyalty.Breathing out a shaky breath, I reached into my pocket and retrieved my phone. Fingers trembling, I scrolled through the contacts until I found
It had been days since we arrived at the hospital. The tense atmosphere permeated every corner of these sterile walls. My heart raced with a mix of fear and hope every time I entered his room. There's no moment at a time that I am not checking him out, wanting to see his eyelids to move. The bullet had been successfully removed from his head, but he remained unconscious, caught in a shadowy realm between life and death.Standing outside his room, I hesitated, peering into the slightly open door. Something within me urged caution, a sixth sense that warned me to hold my steps. And then, unexpectedly, a voice broke the silence that hung in the air."Maid Tanna…" I repeated her name softly, my mind grappling with the revelation she had just dropped on me. "Theron, my son. Why are you making me worried about you like this? Can't you wake up now? I want to tell you the truth. I don't care if Madame Thaira and Sir Rondelle were getting mad at me. I don't want this feeling anymore. Seeing
Theron's eyes fluttered open, and as his gaze met mine, confusion danced within their depths. I held my breath, uncertain of how he would react to the weight of the secrets that had been revealed in his absence. For a moment, the room was silent, as we both stood on the precipice of what felt like a new beginning.But then, like a gentle wave crashing against the shore, his eyes welled up with tears. The confusion in his gaze shifted, replaced by an overwhelming mix of emotions. It was in that moment that I realized the depth of his fear, the uncertainty that had haunted his unconscious mind during his absence.Without hesitation, he reached out and pulled me into his arms, his embrace tight and desperate. The warmth of his touch enveloped me, reassuring me that he was present, that he had returned to me. We clung to each other as tears streamed down our faces, mingling with a mixture of relief, joy, and the weight of all we had endured."I thought I wouldn't see you again," Theron wh
After our intimate moment, I found solace in the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath me. The feeling of his heart beating in synchrony with mine brought a sense of peace that I hadn't felt in a long time. Being with him again, here and now, meant everything to me. It was as if all the worries that plagued my mind had been momentarily silenced.Weeks passed, and as our bond grew stronger, a new worry emerged, one that left me restless and filled with unanswered questions. It was a nagging thought that kept gnawing at the back of my mind, refusing to be dismissed. The fact that his mommy was not his real mother bothered me. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, that there was a hidden story waiting to be unravelled.Late one evening, as the sun set and cast a warm glow over the world outside, I finally mustered up the courage to share my concerns with him. We sat side by side, our shoulders touching, in the comfort of our small den. The room was filled with the
As I sat in the dimly lit living room, the chill of despair washed over me, causing me to shiver uncontrollably. It had been a long and arduous journey, one that took us to every corner of South Carolina, searching desperately for any sign of our kidnapped son. The weight of uncertainty bears down on me, and with every passing moment, the fear threatens to consume my very being.The name Samantha echoed in my mind, a nagging suspicion that refused to be silenced. The pieces of the puzzle had slowly fallen into place, leading me to believe that she was the orchestrator behind this heinous act committed against our family. The mere thought of her name evoked a myriad of emotions within me - anger, fear, and an overwhelming sense of determination.Sitting beside me, my husband Theron, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and reassurance, provided solace in this time of unimaginable distress. He wrapped his arms around me, his touch offering a sense of comfort amidst the storm of emotion