Nancy“What do you think we do something crazy and get married today?”Jake was a passionate guy who liked to live at the moment in its most intense sense. He wasn't afraid to throw himself into it, and he was clearly living it with all his heart, just like me; the fact that he asked me to marry him in such an unexpected way confirmed that. All of that could only be extreme madness, since neither he nor I were at our most lucid. In reality, it would have been a huge outrage for him to propose marriage since we had known each other for such a short time, and not only that, but I was going through a complicated divorce process, but at that moment I just decided to throw my worries away and focus on the absurd idea of being proposed to him. So I gave a hearty laugh, which he soon followed, and soon after, I threw myself into his arms in a tight hug accompanied by a kiss. Of course, I could perfectly imagine myself by his side until the last days of my life. If everything was as crazy a
GloryDenver“She already knows everything, Harald. Candace knows about both of us and Ivor; She threatened to reveal the truth if you divorced her…”"What...?" Harald was shocked; his eyes were wide, with a frightened expression on his face. “What do you mean she knows everything? How did this happen?" he asked, still perplexed. I understood him; we were always so meticulous so that no one could suspect the truth, and now it was revealed to us that Candace, his wife, knew everything all this time. I always knew I would pay a high price for cheating on my husband by falling in love with his son. Furthermore, I shook my head amidst sobs. “I also can't say how she found out; she only surprised me when she confessed this to me... Harald, I'm desperate. If Charles finds out about this, I have no idea what will happen to me and Ivor…” I cried to him, my eyebrows drawn together in pure anguish. Harald knew very well how bad his father could be when he wanted to; just like me, he knew very
Candace So my dear husband had returned from his trip, which was good because we had a lot to talk about. “With my own brother?” he asked while he was sitting on the couch in front of me in our room, his legs apart in a relaxed position, and his gaze was impetuous, looking at me with contempt as if I were a piece of shit. “With your own stepmother?” I returned the question with a look similar to his. Did he dare judge me? So he was fucking his father's wife? So he was a man with very little census if he were to judge me. He laughed without any humor, treating me as if I were mad. “You want to compare this heinous affair you're having with Bruce to my relationship with Glory? Well, know that what I have with Glory is much deeper than you could imagine. I'm crazy about her, and I will always love her,” he made sure to clarify. “Whether you love her or not, it’s still a direct betrayal against your father; it doesn’t improve anything for you or mitigate your sin,” I said, making sure
GloryCharles and I were in the living room patiently waiting for Harald and Candace to talk in their bedroom, but only one of us was really patient there, as I was on edge, afraid of what was going to happen in a few moments. The scenario in which Candace came down the stairs and came to reveal the whole truth to Charles was still screaming in my mind, leaving me with a huge internal panic. I sipped my chamomile tea, so I could try to calm myself down. I couldn't freak out there, not in front of Charles; he didn't know that the matter involving his son and his daughter-in-law involved me up to my neck, so naturally he would not understand if I freaked out here in front of him; I had to do my best to hold myself together; this chamomile tea had to keep me help in some way; my tranquilizers had to have some effect. “Is everything okay with you, dear?" Charles asked with a somewhat suspicious and worried look. The wrinkle on his face became more pronounced as he furrowed his eyebrow.
GloryOf course, I couldn't sleep that night; my nerves were on edge, and I had too many things to think about at the same time. Could it be that now that Candace knew the truth about Harald and me, she would be teasing me like she did earlier today just to spite me? If the answer was yes, then my life would become hell from now on. I was staring at the ceiling of my room, listening to Charles snoring and sleeping next to me. It was impossible to go to sleep like that.So my cell phone vibrated at that moment, indicating that I had received a text message. I picked it up to see that it was from Harald. “I'm waiting for you down here,” the message said. I sighed and got out of bed cautiously so as not to wake Charles, as I didn't want to have to invent a story for him explaining why I was still awake at such a time, I put on my nightgown and left the room with the intention of going to the outside area of the mansion. That place was huge, so Harald and I always found a way to sneak i
GloryBruce knew about the relationship between me and Harald, and to take advantage, Harald had to give up his shares to his brother in exchange for silence, but now he had broken the agreement just because of Candace. Bruce was so vile; he was definitely not a trustworthy person, as agreements were valid as long as they suited him. Harald walked over to him with his fists clenched. I hid among the bushes so as not to arouse the suspicion of anyone awake at such a time. “Hey, Bruce. I'm at home. Did you miss me?” Harald asked as he approached his brother. Bruce was staggering, being supported by his driver. When he noticed Harald, he laughed mockingly. “I see you’ve already run away to catch up in the arms of our dear stepmother, brother. So why do you still need me to miss you at all?” he asked mockingly. “You damn son of a bitch!” Harald shouted, going over to Bruce and punching him squarely in the face. Destabilized, Bruce fell to the ground, and his driver couldn't do anything
NancyLas VegasThat morning, I felt an urgency to talk to my son; I really missed him and Amber, who was studying fashion in New York. The last time I had spoken to her, she had pressured me to return to the Mortons' house, to Bruce and the life I led there; she had ignored the fact that I was hurt and resentful for finding out about Bruce's betrayal; she was a little selfish in caring just with her image on social media, no matter how hard she was working on it, I was also human and had my rights. However, I wasn't mad at her; she was my daughter after all, and it was kind of my fault that she had become a spoiled and arrogant girl. My children's father made them live immersed in so much luxury and perks that naturally my children ended up acquiring all this arrogance. I felt guilty because as their mother, I had to be stronger and show my children the real side of life so that they could grow up knowing that they should treat people well, and be more condescending and kind to thos
Nancy“Oh my God, what a beautiful smile you have! So my heart can't take it; I'm going to melt for you,” Jake said with his hand on his heart and a silly expression, approaching the balcony of the restaurant where I was facing the High Roller. I ended up laughing at his expression. “What made you so happy?” He asked, lightly adjusting the strap of my dress. “It’s my son; I was talking to him. He said he would love to come here and go in there,” I replied, pointing to the Ferris wheel. “Hmm, it would be an interesting experience; I can’t wait to meet my stepson,” he commented, hugging me by the shoulders. I put my arms around his waist, and we clung to each other. I had to lift my head to look at him. He stroked my hair affectionately, and there was a smile from ear to ear on my face. “Would you two get along?” I asked teasingly. He and I didn't sit down to discuss our relationship; we were just living one day at a time in each other's company, getting to know each other better, an
Nancy“Argh, don’t tighten it too much… You’re hurting my neck!” Peter was grumbling with a grimace as I straightened his tie.“Remain calm; just lift your chin; I’m almost done,” I told him, adjusting my collar. Today was my wedding day with Jake. I was already dressed as a bride and everything, and the ceremony would start in a few minutes. I was so nervous. Not only that, but I really hoped everything would go well.He grumbled in disgust. “Did you know that children shouldn’t be present at their parents’ weddings, Mom?” he said, making me frown.“What? Why do you think that?” I asked.“Because naturally, children are not born before their parents marry. It's not the natural order of things, let alone divorce and second marriages,” he said, being clear in his opinion, as he didn't want to accept my relationship with Jake.I sighed, smoothing his jacket after straightening his tie. “You're getting so big. You're even taller than me.” I smiled softly, and I stroked his black hair. “I
NancyMoments later, Jason and Jake were in the wine cellar, somewhere in the mansion, talking about wine and things like that. Laura and I were walking in the manicured gardens of their mansion, which were so beautiful and comforting.“Why aren’t they coming?” I asked after a while, looking behind me to see if her husband and my fiancé were coming to catch up with us, since they were just getting us some wine to drink and talk on the sofas that were there in the garden under a cozy porch."Oh my God! Jason must have stuck him with a long wine conversation,” Laura said with a long chuckle. “We received bottles of the first line from a friend of ours in Chicago, Carter,” she added.“Are you talking about Joshua Carter?” I asked because I knew that name and knew that he had a wine production company.“Yes, I am,” Laura nodded. “What a fortuity that you know him, too.”“Um, I actually met him because of Bruce,” I said. “The Mortons were an influential family, and from time to time Bruce
NancyJake and I traveled to New York to visit our friends who lived there, the couple Jason and Laura Davies, who, since the last time we had seen them, had evolved a lot in their relationship, that is, when I met them, they were still fighting and trying to see what they were going to do in their relationship because they also had issues to resolve. But I remembered Laura's words, when she told me at the time that her husband had hurt her heart, but that nothing he had done compared to what Bruce had done to me. So today it was very satisfying for me to be able to see the two of them together and happy after having solved all their problems. They had even had another set of twins, and they seemed so happy now that their eldest daughter was playing with the babies, running around exuding happiness and joy while Jake, I, and the couple were sitting on the mansion's porch, drinking wine and talking about everything that had happened. This couple had been very important in helping us
Nancy "What? Give it back in kind and make him taste his own medicine? What are you suggesting, Lanie?” I asked, being a little dumbfounded. She and I were still at the dinner table, and she had just suggested that. She shrugged now. "Yes. Didn't your husband go to bed with someone else? Then you also go to bed with another man, and then you become equals,” she explained, making me gasp. “How can you suggest such a thing? Do you think I'm such a vulgar woman up to this point? Do you think me going to bed with another man will solve things for me?” I asked, shocked that she was suggesting such a deviant thing. “It probably won't solve anything, but it will make you feel a little better. What is it? Do you think Bruce deserves happiness after all these years he played with you?” She retorted. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to smudge my body by getting involved with someone I don’t know just to get revenge on him,” I countered. Lanie laughed, waving her hand. “I don't see it
Days were passing, and I thanked the heavens that everything was going so well, but today in particular, it was a year since Lanie, my dear friend, had died, and I was terribly sad remembering her.I remembered how she had done everything she could to cheer me up when I was at rock bottom after finding out who Bruce Morton really was.I remembered in detail what the season at her house had been like and how much she helped me, God in heaven...Nancy On that day, the ringing of my cell phone woke me up, and I felt my lamp, picked up the device, and saw that my daughter was calling me. “Hi, my love,” I said as soon as I answered, rubbing my face with my hand, still drowsy. “Hello, Mom? Haven’t you come home yet?” Amber asked on the other end of the line. "Um… Not yet, darling,” I replied a little fearfully. It had been two weeks since I was at my friend Lanie's house. "Um... Okay? When do you plan to return?” She asked in a somewhat petulant manner. I sighed. “To be honest, I
NancyThe last few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions. After everything that happened with Candace, I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off our shoulders. The scars of pain and struggle were still there, but the feeling of relief was in the air. It was a new beginning for all of us. Like a good mother, I tried my best to care for Candace, and now, seeing her at home, taking a deep breath and starting to rebuild her life, my heart is filled with hope.It was on a mild morning that we realized that life was returning to normal. Amber's laughter echoed through the house as she tried to decide what to wear for a date. I watched her from the kitchen, where she was preparing a simple but nutritious breakfast. The smell of toasting bread mixed with the aroma of fresh coffee, creating a welcoming atmosphere.“Amber, do you need help?” I asked, trying to hide my smile at seeing her so excited and nervous at the same time.“No, mom, I can do it!” she replied, a little louder than usua
CandaceThe joy I felt holding my daughter in my arms was indescribable. After hours of pain and struggle, the little one was finally here, and I couldn't stop smiling. It was a girl. The doctor had shown me quickly, and I couldn't believe that this little creature, so perfect, was my daughter. I felt a wave of love that I had never experienced before, and that feeling enveloped me like a warm blanket on a cold day. I looked at her face, so small and vulnerable, and wondered what the future held for us.Jake and Harald were in the room, both overjoyed with the news. The energy was contagious, and the happiness in the atmosphere was palpable, like happy music that filled every space. The smell of disinfectant mixed with the light scent of flowers someone had brought, creating an atmosphere of celebration and hope."Look, Candace, you did an amazing job!" Jake said it with a wide smile that lit up his face. He seemed genuinely touched, and I could feel that he was genuinely happy for me
NancyThe morning seemed perfect, the kind of day I always imagined as a normal family, without constant tension or fears. Recent times had been full of challenges, losses and changes, but being there, in Jake's house, surrounded by the people he loved most, brought a feeling of completeness. Everything felt a little lighter. Of course, there were still traces of the past that occasionally appeared in our conversations and gestures, but something had changed within me, and perhaps even within my children.That day, we decided to have a family lunch. Me, Amber, Peter, Jake, Harald, Ivor and Candace, all gathered at a table for the first time, without formalities and without protocols. I wasn't sure what to expect from this meeting, especially with Harald there, a presence that, some time ago, would perhaps have been unthinkable in such an intimate environment. But, little by little, everyone had found a way to live together, with the wounds still healing, but now ready for a new phase.
NancyThe next morning, very early, before the sun even fully illuminated the house, I was already awake, organizing my thoughts. I knew I needed to talk to Amber and Peter, just the three of us, without Jake around. This moment was very important, and I wanted them to feel comfortable saying what they really thought, without fear. I knew this conversation was necessary, as there was a lot at stake. Jake was part of this new life I wanted to build, but most of all, my children needed to feel part of it.I took a deep breath before entering their room. Amber was already stretching, her eyes still sleepy, but she noticed my presence and smiled. Peter, still sleeping soundly, had a serene face, something rare to see. I approached him gently, touching his shoulder lightly. “Peter, honey, are we going to wake up? I need to talk to you and Amber. Just the three of us, without Jake.”He opened his eyes slowly, still confused from sleep, but nodded. Amber looked at me with a mix of curiosity