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“I spoke with Mr. Whimper, and he said he's going to help you out,” Aunty Soso Lolo said.“And how is he going to do that?” Brindle asked sharply.Aunty Soso Lolo leaned in and whispered something into her ear.“How dare you? Do I look like a mentally unstable person?” Brindle’s anger flared, her eyes blazing with indignation.“This is the only way. Otherwise, you’re going to end up in jail,” Aunty Soso Lolo replied firmly.Breathing heavily, Brindle said nothing, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides.“Just listen to me for once,” Aunty Soso Lolo urged. “If you want to really get revenge on them, just go along with this.”“They're going to regret this, every single one of them,” Brindle muttered, her gaze fixed on the distance as fury burned within her.“The lawyer and medical personnel will be here soon,” Aunty Soso Lolo added, watching Brindle closely."AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" she wailed, her voice shredding the air as the memory flooded back. She knelt on the floor, facing the
"Ha! Mr. Whimper, now I understand why you saved the best for last. Immaculately perfect, a beauty like the first woman created," one man said as they all made their way towards Natalie, smiles of happiness on their faces as she descended the stairs."Cheers to the queen of the hour," another added, raising his glass of wine as they approached.As Natalie reached the bottom of the stairs, the guests encircled her, admiring her.Mr. Whimper gently took her hand, even though she tried pulling away, and led her to the center of the room where a spotlight shone on them."Ladies and gentlemen," he announced. "Let's raise our glasses to the enchanting queen here by my side." He slowly kissed her hand as he stared into her eyes beneath the masquerade mask.Walking slowly, he passed by a group of jubilant guests as they cheered and clinked their glasses. His gaze fixed on the center, he carefully maneuvered through the crowd and positioned himself in a corner where he could have a clear view.
"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,
The day of the Met Gala arrived after extensive preparations. As it was an annual event, they ensured it was a spectacular day for the audience and a memorable occasion for the stars. Natalia donned a white, shiny, fitted gown complemented by gold and white accessories, skillfully curated by her designers. Her dyed blonde hair was styled with a two-piece arrangement framing her face. The expertly applied makeup, highlighted by red lipstick, gave her a bold and captivating appearance. She carried a gold clutch that perfectly matched her heels.And just like a couple’s first look at a wedding, Mr. Wood stood behind the door of her dressing room, eagerly anticipating his first glimpse of his wife. Dressed in a black suit exuding rich man vibes, he stood there, completely lost in thought. He knew that in less than three hours, their lives were about to change with a pivotal decision he had resolved to make today. With one hand in his pocket and one foot lightly tapping the floor, he trie