NancyToday I was dressed formally and impeccably. The fabric of my dress feels heavy on my shoulders, as if reflecting the weight of this moment. I chose this outfit to feel strong, almost armored. Beside me, Jake wears a dark suit, and holds my hand firmly. He knows how important this is to me. In a few minutes, I will finally be a free woman, unburdened by the infernal contract that has tied me to Bruce for so many years.We are in the courtroom, a cold and characterless room. It's hard to think that this impersonal space is the setting for one of the most crucial moments of my life. The justice of the peace is in front of us, waiting for the process to begin. The silence is absolute, interrupted only by the footsteps of an officer as he opens the doors for Bruce to enter.When he appears, I feel a rush of emotions. I haven't seen him since he was arrested, and the difference is frightening. Bruce looks smaller and weaker, with his prisoner's clothes too loose for his haggard body.
NancyIt happened so fast that I barely had time to react. Bruce's hands were tight around my neck, and everything around me began to darken. The air felt more and more distant, like I was drowning, and no matter how hard I tried, my weak arms couldn't push it away. He looked at me with a hatred I had never seen before, while his strength threatened to tear me away from the world.Panic gripped me, and I struggled, trying to pull his hands away, but each movement seemed to only intensify his fury. Desperation was setting in, and my thoughts were becoming confused. However, amidst the darkness, a familiar voice echoed, breaking my state of paralysis. It was Jake. "Let her go, Bruce!" he shouted, his voice resounding in the room like thunder.Jake's eyes were filled with fierce determination. He moved forward, trying to push Bruce away from me. "Let go of her now!" Adrenaline coursed through his veins, and I could see the worry written all over his face. The fight between them was bruta
NancyToday was a special day. My children, Peter and Amber, were flying back from New York, and I got ready early to pick them up at the airport. The emotion was so strong that my heart was beating fast from the moment I left the house. Upon arriving at the lobby, I looked among the people disembarking, and finally saw their faces, passing through the crowd.I walked towards them with quick steps and open arms. When I finally reached them, I hugged them tightly, pulling them towards me. "I missed you so much," I murmured, holding them as if that moment could last forever. "I love you so much."Amber smiled at me, hugging me back affectionately, but I noticed that Peter was more serious, his eyes fixed on me with an expression of curiosity mixed with uneasiness. He didn't take long to get straight to the point."Mom," he began, his voice filled with a tone that mixed anxiety and concern, "what happened? I want to see my dad." He paused, and his gaze was full of questions. "Where is he
NancyI took my kids to Jake's house. I felt my heart racing with anxiety, hoping that the meeting would be a good start to our new phase. Jake was a wonderful person, someone who radiated joy and kindness, and I knew he had a special way of winning people over. Still, he wanted Peter and Amber to like him naturally, in their own time.I parked the car in Jake's driveway and took a deep breath before getting out. I looked at Amber and Peter in the backseat, trying to convey the calmness that I myself was seeking."Ready to meet someone special?" I asked, trying to sound confident.Amber smiled, looking relaxed. "Of course, mom. I'm curious to meet Jake."Peter, on the other hand, crossed his arms and looked away, mumbling, "I don't know why we're here. I just want to go home."I sighed, understanding his resistance, but decided to give it time. Likewise, I knew that this new situation would require patience from all of us. "Let's go in," I said, trying not to show my anxiety. "Jake pr
Nancy“Peter? Did you do the task I asked you to do?” I asked as I entered my son's room. The ten-year-old boy stood in front of the various computers wearing a headset, entertained as animated images of gunfire and death flashed across the computer screens. I took a look at the boy's room and sighed. “You might as well start tidying your room, darling,” I grumbled, starting to pick up the dirty clothes that were scattered around the room, footballs, expired food, etc. “Why would I do that, Mom? Isn’t Dad paying a bunch of servants to do this work?” replied the boy. “Even so, you still have legs and arms, my little man; you might as well put your dirty underwear away where they belong,” I replied, sighing again, seeing that he wouldn't be leaving the computer anytime soon. “You’re such a grouch, Mom. This is typical of women; Dad was right when he said that you are a bunch of wimps who are only good for housework and serving men,” he said, mirroring what his father always said. I
Nancy “So does this mean that Ford Buildings was unable to meet the schedule for the first phase of the investment? It's time to cut off their funding then,” I heard my husband say as he came up the stairs and walked down the hall to our bedroom. After dinner, the men of the house always had a conversation by the fireplace while drinking wine and then retiring to their rooms; today was no different. I was nervous because I didn't know how Bruce would react when he saw the surprise I prepared for him. After dinner, I had rushed to tidy the room. “Ha, no that, McCoy. Morton Investment didn't become the best in the region by doing charity and being condescending. I demand that you defund these fucking idiots by tomorrow!” He was shouting into his cell phone, but he stopped in surprise as soon as he opened the door and found red rose petals scattered across the floor and on the large bed, contrasting with the milky white sheets, a table with champagne, chocolate, and even a decorativ
Nancy“This is a disaster,” said my father-in-law as he paced the living room with his hands on his hips and a dismayed expression on his face. My scream had woken everyone in that house, so now my father-in-law, his wife, Bruce, and I were in the living room to see what we were going to do with the whole situation. “As a prestigious family that we are, we have a reputation to uphold in this city, so a cheating scandal could very well ruin our name,” said the man, basically worried about the family business. “It’s not that deep, Dad. We're fucking billionaires; these bastards would still lick our balls under any circumstances,” said Bruce, clicking his tongue. He was sitting next to me on the couch, relaxed with his legs apart as always, shaking one of his legs like he was a little annoyed at being caught. I was on the other side of the sofa, curled up in the corner, covering myself tightly with my nightgown, staring at the floor, still having the vivid image of the sex scene I witne
Nancy“Is this serious, mom? Are you seriously going to leave Dad and me and go away?” asked my son as soon as he entered the room. I was packing my suitcase to leave. “Oh, son,” I said, going over to him and hugging him tightly. “I'm sorry you're facing this difficult time. I'm really sorry, my dear…”“You don’t have to leave, Mom,” he pleaded. “Stay with us.”“Unfortunately, I have to go,” I said to him, caressing his face. “Are you going to leave me here alone?” He asked. I shook my head, feeling my saddened heart. “You can come with me, Peter,” I suggested, and he moved away from me. "No! You have to stay here and not leave. Do not be selfish. Who will take care of me? It’s not fair for a mother to abandon her child,” he said, and I felt accusation in his words. “It was your father who told you to say those things, right?” I asked, stepping back. “Yes, and he is right, but you still want to leave me alone here. I hope you suffer, you bitch!” he shouted and ran out of the roo