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Chapter 89: Twins
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I woke up when I heard a small cry from Triumph and Wisdom. Mother Tanna helped me to at least sat properly. I sighed when I realised that we were still inside this White painted room with dextrose hanging on top of me. "Be careful, Athara.""Thanks, Mother Tanna. Why do the twins suddenly cry? What time is it?""It's already seven in the morning, my dear. Maybe your adorable babies were looking for their milk.""Oh, really? They must be hungry," I said."Here's Triumph. Feed him first. He seemed to be really hungry," Mother Tanna said as she was about to hand Triumph to me. "Uh, come here, sweetheart." I was looking at his small face. His nose was pointed and his cheeks were rosy. He came after his father. After I fed him. Mother Tanna took him from me and put him above their bed. The hospital was giant and my husband requested three beds. One for me, one for Mother Tanna and one for our dear sweethearts. I am now holding Wisdom. While he was in my arms I was looking at him and
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I sat on the porch, gently rocking back and forth in the old, creaky wooden chair. The soft breeze brushed against my face, and the distant chirping of birds provided a peaceful harmony. But my mind was far from serene. I was alone with the twins, my husband having gone to visit our eldest son. He was entangled in the whims of a child, a son who wanted nothing more than new toys. Meanwhile, Mother Tanna resided within the protective walls of our home.My thoughts couldn't help but drift to the peculiar occurrences that had taken place in the past few days. The nurse, who had been coming in and out of our room frequently, had left me on edge. I noticed an unease settle within me every time she passed through the threshold, an unsettling feeling that something was amiss.What troubled me most was the nurse's refusal to reveal her face. She would always keep her face hidden, as if shielding herself from my gaze. Her every interaction seemed shrouded in secrecy, and her avoidance of eye c
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I stepped back into the sterile hospital room, reality crashing around me like a tidal wave. The familiar scent of antiseptic assaulted my senses, triggering a cascade of memories that threatened to drown me. But I couldn't let myself be consumed by nostalgia, not now, not when danger lurked in the darkness.As I watched Mother Tanna, confusion etched across her gentle face, I felt my hands instinctively start to pack our things. The urgency radiated through my veins, setting my heart racing like a wild stallion. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, mingling with the saltiness of my fear."Why are you doing this, dear?" Mother Tanna questioned, her voice tinged with both concern and curiosity. Her eyes lingered on my frantic movements, searching for answers that were far too complicated to put into words.I paused, my chest heaving, struggling to regain control of my rattled nerves. In that heart-stopping moment, I realized the weight of my revelations threatened to shatter the p
Loathed Wife of the Wicked Billionaire Chapter 93: Really Gone
••Theron••I woke up to a stillness that hung heavy in the air, suffocating me. But it wasn't the physical emptiness of the room that weighed me down; it was the crushing reality of my loss that wrapped around my heart like a vice. Athara, my beloved wife, was gone. The tragedy that had befallen us felt like a cruel joke, a nightmare I couldn't bear to accept.I rubbed my eyes, hoping to rid myself of the haunting images that plagued my mind. The fire, the inferno that consumed the hospital, had stolen away everything I held dear. I couldn't accept it. This had to be a terrible dream. I longed to jolt awake and find Athara lying peacefully beside me, her gentle breaths soothing my soul.I looked on the other side of the bed and all I saw was her image. She was always sleeping peacefully until morning beside me but now she was not with me anymore and all I have in me was her memories and image of her I kept on painting in my head."Love, Athara, I wish I could see you and hug you anytim
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Exactly three years had passed since Athara's untimely departure, and today, I woke up with a heavy heart as I couldn't help but miss her. As the warm morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, I slowly rose from the bed, my thoughts consumed by the memories we had shared. "Good morning, my love," I whispered looking at her portrait inside our room.Our twins had just turned three, and it pained me to know that they would never have the chance to know their incredible mother.Untangling myself from the sheets, I made my way downstairs, the empty spaces in the house haunting me. As I stepped into the kitchen, I was greeted by the sound of joyful laughter. Turning the corner, I found my three sons, Triumph, Wisdom, and Athro, waiting for me with wide smiles on their faces. Athro, the eldest, had just celebrated his eighth birthday and was attending school now."Good morning, papa!" they chorused, their energy contagious even on such a somber day."Good morning, my little warriors,
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Loneliness has wrapped its cold arms around me, encasing me in a shroud of desolation. No longer do the comforting smiles of friends and family warm my heart; their belief in my sanity seems to have eroded like the sands beneath a crashing wave. I find myself lost in a sea of doubt, desperately clutching at the fragile tendrils of hope that refuse to leave me.It was in the bustling halls of the mall that I first laid eyes upon her. Amidst the throng of strangers, my heart recognized her, my beloved Athara. Her radiant smile and flowing auburn locks cascading over her shoulders remained vivid in my memory, etched there from the countless nights spent together. How could I have imagined her as anything but?But the world around me disputes my version of reality. They say she is gone, her soul severed from this earthly realm and thrust into a realm beyond our reach. They claim to have buried her, whispering hushed condolences and offering sympathetic glances. Yet, my heart fights agains
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