Ava's povAs Ethan and I grew older together, our love only deepened with time. We had built a beautiful life together, with our children and grandchildren bringing us endless joy. However, I realized that it was time for me to retire and pass on the reins of my successful eatery.I had always been passionate about cooking and had poured my heart and soul into my eatery. Over the years, it had grown into the largest eatery in the country, with a dedicated team of staff who worked tirelessly to make it a success. I knew that I could not keep up the pace forever, and I wanted to ensure that my legacy would continue long after I was gone.So, I chose my first daughter, Arielle, as my successor. Arielle had always been a hard worker and had a natural talent for management. She had grown up watching me run the eatery and had learned a great deal about the business. I was confident that she would take the eatery to even greater heights.When I told Arielle the news, her face lit up with joy
It was a beautiful day when the announcement was made. My husband, Ethan, had decided to retire and hand over his company to our son, Arielle. As a billionaire, Ethan had built a successful enterprise, and I was proud that our son would be taking over. I myself had recently retired, handing over my eatery to our daughter, Ariella. It was time for us to relax and enjoy life.Arielle was thrilled when his father told him the news. He had always shown a keen interest in the business and had been studying economics and management in college. He had even interned at his father's company for a few summers. So, it was no surprise that he was the chosen one.The preparations for the announcement were made, and the day finally arrived. The family gathered in the conference room, along with the top executives of the company. Arielle looked dashing in his suit and tie, with a broad smile on his face. He was ready to take on the world.Ethan stood up and took the podium. "Ladies and gentlemen, I
Ava's pov The auditorium was buzzing with excitement as we waited for Alex's graduation ceremony to begin. Ethan and I sat on the edge of our seats, our hearts thumping with pride and anticipation. We had watched our little boy grow into a young man, and today he was graduating from college with flying colors.Ethan leaned over to me and whispered, "I can hardly believe it. Our little boy is all grown up."I nodded, my eyes scanning the crowd for a glimpse of Alex. "I know. It feels like just yesterday he was starting kindergarten."Suddenly, a voice boomed over the loudspeaker, "Ladies and gentlemen, please rise for the graduates."As the graduates filed in, dressed in their elegant gowns and caps, my heart swelled with pride. I nudged Ethan and pointed towards the stage. "Look, there he is!" I exclaimed.Ethan smiled, his eyes never leaving Alex. "He looks so confident up there."I couldn't help but agree. Alex walked with purpose and determination, his head held high.As the cerem
Ava's povAs we sat in our cozy living room, admiring the family portraits on the walls, Ethan and I talked about how proud we were of our children's recent achievements. "I can't believe how successful they have become," I said, beaming with pride. "I know, it's amazing," Ethan replied, his eyes shining with happiness. After a while, Ethan's mood changed and he turned to me with a serious expression. "Ava, there's something I want to say to you," he said, taking my hands in his. "What is it, Ethan?" I asked, feeling a bit apprehensive. "I just want to thank you for everything you've done for me," Ethan said, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for standing by me all these years. I don't know where I'd be without you." I was taken aback by his words and felt my heart swell with love for this man who had been my partner for over five decades. "You don't have to thank me, Ethan. I love you, and I'll always be here for you," I said, squeezing his hands affectionately. Ethan'
Ava's povAs Arielle, prepared for the arrival of her twins, my husband, Ethan, and I were thrilled to welcome new members into our family. The anticipation of the little ones' arrival filled us with excitement.However, as Arielle progressed further into her pregnancy, she experienced discomforts that often left her feeling stressed. As her mother, I did my best to provide comfort and reassurance, reminding her that these discomforts were normal. I would often invite her to spend the night at our home so that I could take care of her.One evening, as we sat in the living room, Arielle expressed her frustration with the physical strain of carrying twins. "Mom, I can't take it anymore. My back aches, my feet are swollen, and I feel like I can barely move. How am I going to make it through the next few weeks?"I listened patiently, empathizing with her plight. "I understand it's difficult, but remember, you're doing an amazing job growing these beautiful babies. You're stronger than you
It was early in the morning, around 5am, and the sun had not yet risen. I was peacefully sitting in my room, enjoying the quiet solitude when suddenly, my son Alex burst through the door, his face filled with worry."Mom, Ariella called me. She's sick and needs you to come over," he said urgently, his voice trembling.Startled by the urgency in his voice, I quickly jumped out of bed, my heart pounding with concern. I called out to my husband Ethan, hoping he would wake up and join me in this moment of crisis, but there was no response. I wondered where he could have gone so early in the morning.As I hastily got dressed, my mind raced with worry. What could have happened to Ariella? Why hadn't Ethan awakened to the sound of our son's distress? The knots in my stomach tightened, and in my anxious state, I completely forgot that it was my own birthday.Without wasting another moment, I rushed out of the house and made my way to Ariella's home. The streets were quiet and empty at this ea
It was a sunny afternoon when I received a call from the hospital, informing me that my mother had been admitted and was very sick. My heart sank as fear gripped me, hoping that it was just a prank. I quickly gathered my things and rushed to the hospital, praying silently for my mother's well-being.Upon reaching the hospital, I quickly made my way to my mother's ward. As I entered the room, I saw my mother lying in bed with a weak smile on her face. "How are you feeling, Mum?" I asked, trying to mask my worry.My mother's voice was faint as she responded, "I'm not feeling too well, dear. I think it's time for me to go."Tears welled up in my eyes as I held my mother's hand, "Please don't say that, Mum. You'll be alright. We'll take care of you, I promise."My mother looked up at me with a weak smile, "I know you will, dear. But it's my time, and I'm ready to go."I couldn't bear to hear my mother talk like that. I kissed her forehead and whispered a prayer for her silently. As I pray
Ava sat by her mother's hospital bed, holding her hand tightly. Her mother's breathing was labored, and Ava knew that the end was near. She had been by her mother's side for weeks, watching as her once vibrant and energetic mother slowly slipped away. "Ava," her mother said weakly, "I have something to tell you." Ava leaned in closer, tears streaming down her face. "What is it, Mum?" Her mother took a deep breath and looked up at Ava, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and regret. "Your father," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I should have told you the truth a long time ago." Ava's heart skipped a beat. "What truth, Mum?" "I never told you who your real father was," her mother said. "He was a man I met when I was young, and we fell in love. But he had to leave, and I never saw him again. I didn't want to burden you with the pain of not knowing him, so I kept it from you." Ava felt a mix of emotions - shock, anger, and confusion. "Why didn't you tell me?
I awoke on a bright and sunny morning, the familiar warmth of the sun streaming through the curtains and filling the room with a golden glow. As I stretched and yawned, my eyes were drawn to a beautifully wrapped box sitting on the coffee table in the living room. Printed on the box were the words, "Best Mum in the World." A surge of joy and anticipation coursed through me, and I couldn't help but smile. I knew immediately that this thoughtful surprise could only be the work of my children. Over the years, they had always found creative ways to express their love for me. But this time, something felt different. There was an air of mystery and excitement, as if they had gone above and beyond to make this moment truly unforgettable.With trembling hands, I carefully untied the satin ribbon that adorned the box. The paper crackled as I removed the lid, revealing a burst of vibrant colors within. My heart skipped a beat as tears of happiness welled up in my eyes. There, nestled among del
After the joyous celebration of my last son Alex's wedding, I felt a deep sense of fulfillment. As I watched my husband's company flourish under the capable hands of his children, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming surge of pride. Ariella, my only daughter, was successfully running my eatery, and her dedication and passion shone through in every aspect. However, amidst this contentment, a thought nagged at my mind - we had not been giving Ethan's foundation the attention it deserved. My ex-husband had poured his heart and soul into that foundation, and I couldn't bear the thought of his legacy fading away. Determined to make a change, I decided to gather my children for a meeting, where we would discuss ways to boost the foundation's reach and impact, continuing my late husband's incredible work.I contacted each of my children, and with excitement in their voices, they agreed to meet. Arielle, my firstborn, was particularly thrilled about the news. His eyes sparkled with enthus
The wedding preparations had finally come to an end, and the eagerly awaited day was fast approaching. With all the tasks completed, it was now time for both Alex and Emily to take a well-deserved break. The entire family was brimming with excitement, especially my other children, Arielle and Ariella, as they were thrilled that their younger brother was about to tie the knot. On this particular day, Emily, elegant as always, was by my side throughout the day. She had been a pillar of support, ensuring my happiness and well-being. Her presence brought me comfort, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. While I was thrilled for Alex and the beginning of his own family, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness, knowing that he wouldn't be around as often as before. As I sat in the living room, Emily sat beside me, engaging in lively conversations. Her infectious laughter filled the air, and I couldn't help but chuckle along with her. "Can you believe it, Mrs. Johnson?" she e
The sharp, electronic trill of my phone jarred me from my reverie, a harsh contrast to the soft melancholy of the memories I had been lost in. Blinking away the fog of nostalgia, I reached for the phone on the bedside table, my heart jolting as I recognized the caller ID: Alex, my youngest."Mom!" Alex's voice boomed, crackling with unrestrained excitement. "Emily and I... we're getting married in three months!"His announcement pierced the veil of my sorrow, sparking a surge of joy that rippled through my veins. The thought of my children finding their own paths, shaping their own futures, was enough to wash away the heaviness that had clung to me."No way, Alex! Are you serious?" I squealed into the phone, my heart pounding with excitement. "That's wonderful news!"Over the following weeks, I threw myself into arranging a family gathering, my heart brimming with anticipation. As the day approached, I envisioned my home filled with laughter and love, a sanctuary for our family reunio
Ava's povI lay in my bed, the weight of fatigue and exhaustion pressing heavily upon my weary body. My eyes, once bright and lively, now rolled idly from left to right and back again, as if searching for something that was forever lost. Loneliness enveloped my mind like a thick fog, suffocating my thoughts and leaving me yearning for the touch and presence of the one I held dearest: Ethan.In the depths of my reminiscence, I found solace and sorrow intermingling as I traveled back to the times we shared, when Ethan was still among the living. Oh, how vivid those memories were! They danced before me like ethereal specters, teasing my senses with their ephemeral existence. I recalled the warmth of his hand clasped tightly in mine, his fingers interlacing with mine as if to symbolize the unbreakable bond we shared. In those moments, he was my protector, my confidant, and my champion. His voice, soft and soothing, resonated in my ears as he whispered promises of eternal love, vowing tha
As they settled into bed, the room bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, Alex pulled Emily close, their bodies entwined as if they were two halves of a perfect whole. The weight of the day's worries seemed to melt away as they sought comfort in the warmth of their embrace. Their fingertips traced gentle patterns along each other's skin, sending shivers of pleasure through their bodies. Alex's touch was tender, filled with a profound love that had blossomed between them. Emily's heart swelled with gratitude for this person who had become her rock, her confidant, and her greatest supporter. Their whispered words of love filled the air, mingling with the soft, rhythmic sound of their breathing. "I love you," Alex murmured against Emily's ear, the words a gentle caress that sent a rush of warmth through her veins. "I love you too," she replied, her voice filled with a tenderness that only he could evoke. They spoke of their hopes and dreams, their fears an
The moon cast a romantic glow upon the rooftop terrace as Alex gathered his courage, his heart pounding in his chest. He locked eyes with Emily, her gaze filled with anticipation. They had spent the evening baring their souls, revealing their deepest fears and dreams to one another. Now, a weight had been lifted, and Alex knew it was time to take the next step. Taking a deep breath, Alex mustered up his resolve and spoke, his voice quivering with nervous excitement. "I have something important to ask you, Emily," he began, his eyes never leaving hers. Emily's curiosity sparked, her eyes widening as she leaned forward, eager to hear his words. "What is it, Alex?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. With his heart racing, Alex reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the plush velvet box that held the engagement ring. He withdrew it, revealing the sparkling diamond nestled within. "Emily, you have changed my life in ways I never thought possible," he said, a
The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of blossoming flowers and the promise of spring. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow across the quiet suburban neighborhood, Alex's heart pounded with nervous excitement. He clutched the bouquet of roses tightly in his hand, their velvety petals a stark contrast to the turmoil that churned within him.Alex had spent days meticulously planning this moment. He knew he had to do something grand, something that would sweep Emily off her feet and reaffirm his undying love for her. And so, he had purchased an expensive ring, a symbol of commitment and devotion.Taking a deep breath, Alex approached Emily's house, his footsteps echoing on the cobblestone path. He inserted the key into the lock, the familiar click resonating through the quiet night. With a trembling hand, he pushed open the door, anticipation bubbling in his chest.But as he stepped inside, his heart plummeted to the depths of despair. Th
In the quiet serenity of dawn, the world was beginning to stir. The sun, a bright orb of flaming orange, rose with an ethereal grace, casting its radiant smile through the nursery's gauzy curtains. The delicate patterns in the fabric created a playful tableau of dancing shadows on the walls, a gentle spectacle that signaled the start of a new day.And in the heart of this gentle spectacle was Ariella, an epitome of grace and love. Her heart pounded to a rhythmic lullaby, a testament to her newfound role as a mother. Her eyes, soft with affection, fell on the crib that held her most precious treasure - Sophia. "Mornin', sunshine," she cooed softly, her voice like the gentle rustling of leaves. Her fingers danced over Sophia's chubby cheeks, her touch as light as a butterfly's kiss. Sophia stirred, her little body stretching in response to the morning light. Her hazel eyes fluttered open, the world reflected in their innocent gaze. Her lips, pink and plump, curved into a gummy grin as