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"When is the groom going to show up? The sun is going down, and he still hasn't arrived," the priest said as he approached Grandma Leta, who was already stressed about Liam not showing up."He's going to be here soon. There must be traffic on the way," Grandma Leta replied with a shaky voice, her eyes scanning the surroundings anxiously.Just then, Aditi ran to her. "I still haven't gotten hold of him. His phone isn't going through," Aditi said with worry on her face."Oh my. What is going on?" Grandma Leta said, her voice trembling as she looked around helplessly.The guests began murmuring among themselves as the wedding was supposed to start at 2, and it was almost 4.….…………………………Natalie sat nervously in her room, her hands shaking as she stared at her phone.Both Rose and Alliah walked in, and she stood up to meet them. "Is he in?" she asked."No," Miss Rose said and paused, staring at Natalie. "He's still not here yet," she added, trying to keep her voice calm.Natalie's breath c
“How did you know I was here? I heard you’ve escaped from the cell,” Brindle said, aggressively pulling herself away from his touch. Marko stepped forward, but Brindle quickly backed away. “Don’t even try to make any move on me. You know just one call, and you’ll be back in the cell,” Brindle warned, pulling her phone from her pocket. “You need to stop this. You’ve done enough. Hurting more people won’t bring you peace or the dream you’re chasing after,” Marko pleaded. “What makes you think you can stop me, huh?” Brindle shouted, looking up at him with anger in her eyes. “I’m not trying to stop you, Brindle. I’m trying to save you from all this madness you’ve gotten yourself into. This path you’re on… It’s destroying you. Can’t you see that?” Marko said, his voice filled with concern. Brindle slammed her fists on the table, rattling the items on it. “You think I need saving?” she snarled. “You think I need you to tell me what to do? Hell no!” Her voice rose as she shouted. “You ha
He stood at the grave's edge, his eyes fixed on the name etched into the stone...In loving memory of Brindle Gonzalez. Born 28th July 1994 to 2023...He bent slightly, still feeling the ache from the shot he'd taken days ago. In his hands, he loosely grasped a bouquet, their petals beginning to wilt like his own memories...As he gazed at the grave, a memory began to surface...As they hit the ground, Marko's arm wrapped tightly around her. He held her close, feeling her warm blood seep into his clothes, mixing with his own. Brindle's eyes, cloudy with pain, locked onto Marko's teary gaze.I... I... am sorry," he whispered. "I am sorry," he said as he gently touched her face.Brindle slowly shook her head. "No... no," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I am sorry for... for us not living our dream. Please... forgive me," she said weakly.Marko's tears dropped down as he looked at her, his heart breaking."Thank you for being the one who actually cared for me," she said, her voi
"Are you alright? Have you considered the consequences of your request? I can't abandon her, especially not at this unforeseen moment," Mr. Richard stated with a mix of frustration and concern in his voice. The caller's voice remained stern, "You have only 24 hours to finalize the divorce, or you risk losing me and the child we're expecting." Desperation filled Richard's response, "Brindle, please, I can't go through with a divorce, especially tomorrow, on the day of our sixth anniversary. It would shatter her, I know my wife. Show some compassion, for goodness' sake." The caller's voice softened, "Do you truly love me? You know I love you with all my heart; I can't bear the thought of losing you, Brindle," Mr. Richard admitted earnestly. Then comply with my request, considering I have a generous heart. I'll grant you a two-week window to set things right," the caller stated before abruptly ending the call. Richard was left in shock, murmuring to himself, "Just two weeks In a fit
The following day, a gentle breeze filled with the fragrance of fresh roses wafted through the air, as if the universe itself recognized the significance of the Wood family's special day.Early in the morning, Mr. Wood had risen to prepare a loving breakfast for his wife, declining the assistance of the maids, even though they insisted on helping. With a playful grin, he quipped, "I used to be quite the chef back in the day."He carefully arranged the tray of food on their bed, creating a delightful spread. The breakfast tray held a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, slices of perfectly toasted bread, crispy bacon and sausage, a selection of cheeses, and a juicy grapefruit, each element meticulously prepared………………………………..Gently, he kissed his still-sleeping wife and began to rub her back, coaxing her to wake. She stirred, and as she opened her eyes, he leaned closer and whispered, "Happy sixth anniversary, my love." He planted a tender kiss on her forehead, to which she responded
As Mr. Wood watched his wife sleeping peacefully, he found himself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. In a soft, remorseful voice, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Natalie. I'm sorry." With a heavy heart, he stepped into the bathroom, his reflection staring back at him in the mirror. Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotions, he began to cry, tears streaming down his face as he confronted the weight of his regrets and mistakes. The sound of his sobs echoed in the bathroom as he sat in the chilled bathtub, allowing his tears to flow, as if washing away the burden of his remorse and the pain he had caused and was about to cause………………………… At breakfast----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Adorned in matching Fashion Nova attire for breakfast, he chose a crisp combination of white jeans, a sea-blue top, and white sneakers, while his wife gracefully flaunted a sea-blue flowery dress paired with white slippers and a chic bag. Her hair w
"I mean, your clothes smell like another woman's, another person's perfume, a feminine smell, and I know it's not from me. I don't smell like that," Natalie asserted. "Oh, yeah, yeah," he stammered, resembling a child caught in the act of misbehavior. "I—I, it must have been from the lady I helped earlier when I was going to attend to another business," he quickly explained, walking away with one hand on his head. "I need to wash down and refresh up." She collapsed on the bed. "I know you're hiding something from me, Richy. I know. Something hasn't been right since two years ago. I feel it," she said, sitting there, her eyes lost in her gaze, and tears began to stream down her face. Mr. Wood emerged from the bathroom after what felt like hours. Natalie, still sitting on the bed, raised her head and asked him, "Why does it feel like everything is coming to an end?" "What are you talking about?" he smiled and walked to her. "Nothing is coming to an end, my love." He gently kissed her
"Mr. Wood headed directly to Brindle’s hotel room when he had the chance. 'Hey, baby,' Brindle greeted when she opened the door, and Mr. Wood stepped inside, questioning her angrily, 'What were you trying to do back there?'""Brindle folded her hands in front of Mr. Wood and responded, 'I was just having some fun.' 'Fun? You call that humiliation fun?' Mr. Wood replied, stepping away. 'I did make some sense in some way,' Brindle continued. 'She needs to hear this sooner or later because the day is approaching fast. You’re going to present the divorce on her award night, right there in everyone's face on the 24th.'""What? Are you crazy?" Mr. Wood walked back to her. "I can’t do that, Brindle. Not in front of everybody, especially on her big day. She has worked so hard for whatever blessings are coming her way.""No, I gave you exactly two weeks to end everything with her, and unfortunately, the two weeks end on her big day."Yes, Richard, I am mad, crazy in love," Brindle said angrily,
He stood at the grave's edge, his eyes fixed on the name etched into the stone...In loving memory of Brindle Gonzalez. Born 28th July 1994 to 2023...He bent slightly, still feeling the ache from the shot he'd taken days ago. In his hands, he loosely grasped a bouquet, their petals beginning to wilt like his own memories...As he gazed at the grave, a memory began to surface...As they hit the ground, Marko's arm wrapped tightly around her. He held her close, feeling her warm blood seep into his clothes, mixing with his own. Brindle's eyes, cloudy with pain, locked onto Marko's teary gaze.I... I... am sorry," he whispered. "I am sorry," he said as he gently touched her face.Brindle slowly shook her head. "No... no," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I am sorry for... for us not living our dream. Please... forgive me," she said weakly.Marko's tears dropped down as he looked at her, his heart breaking."Thank you for being the one who actually cared for me," she said, her voi
“How did you know I was here? I heard you’ve escaped from the cell,” Brindle said, aggressively pulling herself away from his touch. Marko stepped forward, but Brindle quickly backed away. “Don’t even try to make any move on me. You know just one call, and you’ll be back in the cell,” Brindle warned, pulling her phone from her pocket. “You need to stop this. You’ve done enough. Hurting more people won’t bring you peace or the dream you’re chasing after,” Marko pleaded. “What makes you think you can stop me, huh?” Brindle shouted, looking up at him with anger in her eyes. “I’m not trying to stop you, Brindle. I’m trying to save you from all this madness you’ve gotten yourself into. This path you’re on… It’s destroying you. Can’t you see that?” Marko said, his voice filled with concern. Brindle slammed her fists on the table, rattling the items on it. “You think I need saving?” she snarled. “You think I need you to tell me what to do? Hell no!” Her voice rose as she shouted. “You ha
"When is the groom going to show up? The sun is going down, and he still hasn't arrived," the priest said as he approached Grandma Leta, who was already stressed about Liam not showing up."He's going to be here soon. There must be traffic on the way," Grandma Leta replied with a shaky voice, her eyes scanning the surroundings anxiously.Just then, Aditi ran to her. "I still haven't gotten hold of him. His phone isn't going through," Aditi said with worry on her face."Oh my. What is going on?" Grandma Leta said, her voice trembling as she looked around helplessly.The guests began murmuring among themselves as the wedding was supposed to start at 2, and it was almost 4.….…………………………Natalie sat nervously in her room, her hands shaking as she stared at her phone.Both Rose and Alliah walked in, and she stood up to meet them. "Is he in?" she asked."No," Miss Rose said and paused, staring at Natalie. "He's still not here yet," she added, trying to keep her voice calm.Natalie's breath c
Two days earlier"Richard? What are you doing here?" Natalie was startled and stepped back as she saw him coming from the dark."Natalie, please. Don't go through with this. Don't get married," he said as he rushed to her, pleading."Richard, we've been through this. It's over between us. You were the one who ended everything, remember?" Natalie said as she looked away."You don't understand. There's so much you don't know. I never stopped loving you, even after you left. I can't just stand by and watch you marry someone else, please don’t do this to me""Let me know when you are done," Natalie said, her voice steady as she pulled back."I just...wish things could have been different. I was trapped by her...you know I owe her my life for saving me years ago, and I couldn't...""This has nothing to do with me, Mr. Wood," Natalie said as she cut him off.Richard fell to his knees as he held Natalie. "Please, Nate...please. You can't marry him. Don't do this to me, you're going to break
As Brindle walked into the hall, the TV mounted on the wall was playing a news segment, and the voice of the host caught her attention, causing her to stop in her tracks.In a dramatic turn of events, famous actress Natalie, who is popularly known for her role in Until I Die, was saved from the clutches of the notorious business tycoon and dark movie founder Mr. Whimper at his 25B residence after she was reported kidnapped. She is now safe and in good hands, the host announced.Brindle's eyes narrowed as she listened, her fingers gripping the arms of the chair nearby. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her eyes were glued to the screen as another host cheerfully chimed in. "And we have just learned that her wedding is soon.""Wow, another wedding. What a happy ending for her," the first host said."I know, right? She deserves all the happiness. I hope I get invited," the second host replied."Haha, me too," the first host said.A strangled cry escaped Brindle's lips as she took a step clo
"Haha, he's such a great guy, and I know he's going to make me the happiest girl on earth," Miss Rose said with a giggle as she shuffled on the sofa next to Natalie, sipping her beer.Natalie nodded with a smile, taking a slow sip of her beer before turning to Rose. "When are you going to give love a try, Miss Rose?"Rose sighed heavily and leaned back on the sofa. "I guess I'm just too beautiful. They all probably think I'm too good for them," she said dramatically, shoving a handful of potato chips into her mouth.Natalie chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I see," she said, looking at Rose out of the corner of her eye. "So your beauty is a curse, huh?"Rose nodded, trying to look serious despite the crumbs around her mouth. "Absolutely. It's a burden I must bear," she said, striking a mock-heroic pose.Natalie burst out laughing. "Well, maybe you need to find someone who appreciates your beauty and your love for potato chips!"Rose giggled, almost choking on her chips. "Ye
Natalie went to her knees. As she trembled with fear, her body shook uncontrollably. Liam quickly rushed to her side, knelt beside her, and wrapped his arms around her in a protective embrace. "You're safe now," he murmured, his voice filled with concern.Richard stood beside them, his eyes still fixed on the sky where the jet had disappeared. He clenched his fists, frustration, and anger evident on his face. He then turned and walked briskly towards the police."Make sure you find him," he said."We will make sure to trace him now. It's going to be difficult, but we will do everything we can," Officer So said while the other police officers secured the area, ensuring no further threats remained."I will keep a follow-up on this matter, I know Whimper," Richard said as he fixed his gaze back on the sky."We will keep a close watch and coordinate with international authorities. He won't get far," the officer assured.….……………………………………….Dressed in prison garb, he runs breathlessly throug
Sitting at a small metal table in the psychiatric hospital's dining room, Brindle poked at the unappetizing breakfast on her tray. The room was filled with the murmur of other patients, some lost in their own worlds, others engaging in muted conversations of nothingness.A group of three women, notorious for causing trouble, approached Brindle's table. One of them, a tall woman with unkempt hair, sneered down at her."Look at the little princess," she taunted, nudging Brindle's tray so the milk spilled over. "Too good for hospital food, huh?"Brindle stared at her face and clenched her fists, trying to compose herself. But the second woman, short and stout, grabbed a piece of toast off Brindle's tray, stuffed it into her mouth, and laughed hysterically."Leave me alone," Brindle said, her voice low and trembling with anger.The third woman, with a wild look in her eyes, leaned in close. "Or what? You'll cry for your mama?" she said with a laugh.Brindle's patience snapped and she stood
I was so scared," she whispered, her voice shaking as she flung her arms around Liam's neck."I won't let anything happen to you," he whispered back, his arms tightening around her as he stroked her hair.Natalie pulled away from his embrace, tears streaming down her face as she gazed at him with sorrowful eyes. "I'm sorry, Liam," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry for not telling you everything you needed to know about me."He slowly raised his hand, his fingers brushing against her lips to silence her. "Shh," he whispered gently. "It's okay. I'm here for you. All that matters is that you're fine," he said with a slight smile, his hand cradling her face as he spoke, his thumb stroking away her tears. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her cheek in a soft, comforting kiss, then pulled her back into a tight hug."It's all going to be okay," he murmured into her hair.….…………………………"Let me in!" he shouted, his voice tinged with desperation. "You're going to lose your jobs