“Please inform me on what basis you think telling the truth will harm the image of my son and my enterprise.” Uncle Gabriel may be tired, but the way the three lawyers are sitting before us is telling me that they’re now mentally-considering other places they can work at.
“Well, sir…” one of them starts but stops himself from talking.
“Why don’t you tell him what you told me? The thing about how our community isn’t like that and how it’s better for Nathan to get somebody pregnant than to admit that he got sexually assaulted?” The smugness on my face fights its way that I fail to hide it.
“What is my daughter-in-law talking about?” Uncle Gabriel sternly asks. I love how they’re close to shitting their pants before him.
“Something like that will circulate the media sooner or later, sir. We thought that it’s better not to mention that Mr. Rodriguez got sexually assaulted since this would weaken his image in the business community. This community i
Do you like Uncle Gabriel? Published on January 24th, 2022
“So Ms. Roxwell, you told us that Mr. Rodriguez got you pregnant, right?” Mark asks her. We are all in Nathan’s office and I'm totally in love with how she thinks that she has the upper hand. “Yes, we slept together and I left early in the morning because I had somewhere to be. I figured that it's just a one-time thing, but two weeks later, I took a pregnancy test and it was positive,” she explains, twirling a strand of her hair around her fingers. “No offense to you, of course,” a sly smile plays on her lips as she looks at me. “None taken.” I keep a straight face as I intertwine my fingers together. “So how long are you pregnant?” I ask. “Five weeks pregnant,” she replies. “So in two weeks you can take a paternity test, great,” I smirk. “Paternity test? Why would I take it?” she looks troubled. Good sign. “I haven't slept with anyone but Nathan,” she quickly defends herself. “Doubtful,” I cough. “We can't just take your
He lived a long happy life. He was a great and successful businessman. He was an amazing father and a wonderful husband. But I still can’t believe that he’s gone. I’m still in shock. I know I should have expected that to happen anytime soon, but it happened sooner than I imagined. I feel like there are many things I wanted to do to make him happy, but I didn’t get the chance. At the same time, I know that I have done everything he wanted me to do. I cleaned up my attitude, I got married, I became a successful CEO. Audrey called Linnea right after my mum informed her that my dad was admitted to the hospital. Five days later, he died. Speaking of my mum, she seems lost and I totally get it, but it kills me to see her like that. She lost her lifetime partner, the one she loves the most. She has been crying and I don’t know what to do to help her out. Linnea told me we should let her cry her pain away, but it’s hard. “Hey, I will do it.” Linnea approaches
I’m in an utter state of shock. Have I just inherited a hundred million dollars? Why would Uncle Gabriel do something like that? Why would he give me such a huge amount? What did he write in his letter for me? I want to read it as soon as possible, but I want to be alone when I do so. Nathan looks on the verge of losing it. I totally understand. The responsibility he shoulders now is greater than ever. For the rest of his life, people are going to compare him to his father. Comparison kills and Nathan is still young. He has a lot to learn, but with the slightest mistake he may commit, he won’t face any mercy. I do have the money to start my own company now, but I won’t start anytime soon. I’m going to postpone my plans for a year maybe. There are many things I need to take care of and I want to give this company my undivided attention. Right now, my attention is torn into millions of pieces. Waiting won’t hurt me anyway. “Are we getting a divorce now?” His qu
“Did you say anything to anyone?” Nathan asks me and I shake my head. “Nobody knows about this except our families, Thalia and Asher. None of them will say anything to anyone. Not even by mistake,” I tell him. “Then how on earth did the media find out about the whole contract thing?” In a matter of an hour, the news has circulated the media. Our phones are blowing with messages and calls and we’ve been ignoring them all. This kind of information was never meant to be disclosed to the public. It was our secret. A secret we decided to leave behind. Can’t we just take a break? We seriously need to catch our breath! One drama after the other that I feel like passing out. “Where do you keep your copy of the contract?” Nathan wonders. “At my parent’s place, buried in a box at the very back of my closet,” I reply. “What about yours?” “My bedroom.” “I don’t really think somebody got copies of them,” I tell him. “So somebody hea
“After filing an official statement and getting the permission to review the cameras, we failed to find any recordings since the incident was over a month ago.” I look at Nathan and notice how his shoulders slump upon hearing this. “However, detectives questioned the staff and the bartender confirmed that you were there alone, and the receptionist said that you didn't book the room and it was booked under Ms. Roxwell’s name.” This all sounds good. If anybody puts two and two together, they'll understand that this was all nothing but a setup. “So is this good news or bad news?” Nathan asks. The way he needs validation for everything says a lot about how he feels and how he's emotionally handling all of this. He has prevented himself from so much as thinking, scared for reaching any conclusion on his own. He's trying to appear tough, but I know he's mentally tired. He has every right to feel this way. “Good news, sir. Everything is against her now. This proves that she
“I’m sorry, what?” I can’t help but say that with wide eyes. She wants us to drop charges? After everything she has put us through? She just wants to walk away unpunished? I almost lost Linnea because of her! “That would happen in your dreams! I won’t calm down until you rot in prison!” I snap at her, not being able to hold the anger bottled up in me. “I can’t go to prison, please.” Tears start rolling down her cheeks, but I won’t fall for her crocodile tears. “You should have thought about that before plotting your sick games!” I shout at her face. She looks petrified, but I don’t care. She didn’t think about what she’d be doing to me. “You almost cost me my reputation, I could have lost my wife because of you. My life would have been turned upside down and now you want me to drop the charges? The audacity of some people!” Linnea places her hand on my thigh and gives it a slight squeeze, trying to get me to calm down. “Listen… I can’t go to prison. There are people who depend on
“Nathan!” Another yell from Linnea makes me jump from my place and rush my way upstairs. She’s not just calling my name. she’s screaming at the top of her lungs. Despair fills her voice as she keeps repeating my name that my level of anxiety heightens in a matter of seconds. I reach the top floor and find her on her knees in the middle of the hallway, sobbing as her shoulders shake. Her head is down, fixed on a specific spot. “I didn’t… didn’t know…” she cries and I frown. What is wrong with her? She didn’t know what? “I didn’t know,” she repeats her words, looking up at me. Her face is as red as a tomato, wet with neverending tears. “You didn’t know what?” I ask, approaching her. What happened to her? When I’m close enough to her, I manage to see the blood between her legs, making my eyes go wide. This isn’t her period. Linnea wouldn’t break down over her period. “Okay, I need you to breathe.” Is this what I think it is? “I didn’t know,” she ke
I never knew that we could have our hearts broken over losing something we didn’t even know we had. My chest is burning with pain. I haven’t even been thinking about getting pregnant, but losing my baby is killing me. I have always thought that becoming a mother before twenty-five is a stupid thing to do, but when I realized that I was close to becoming one and I lost the baby, my heart broke. I came out of the OR a while ago. Nathan has been by my side. Literally gluing his body to mine. I asked him to hold me the moment I came out of the OR and ever since then, the two of us have been sitting in silence. There’s nothing I want to say. “Nathan, can we please go home?” I whisper. My voice is hoarse from barely talking. “We still have an hour left,” I remember hearing the doctor say that they wanted to keep me for a couple of hours to make sure I would be okay. Hasn’t they passed yet? It feels like I have been here for so long. “Do you want me to call your mum
We are actually married, yet we’ve taken this whole repeating-our-wedding thing incredibly seriously. Nathan wasn’t joking when he said he wanted to give me the wedding of my dreams. I thought he would oppose the theme I have always wanted, but surprisingly, he liked it. A winter-themed wedding. When I talked to the wedding planner about everything I had in mind, she showed me amazing pictures that I fell in love with. I loved how Nathan didn’t throw everything on me. He was there every step of the way. He was there while choosing the decorations, during the cake-tasting, and choosing the venue. He tried to be there when I was shopping for the dress, but as I said, we took everything seriously. If he saw the dress before the wedding, it would be bad luck. I think we both have had our fair share of bad luck and I wasn’t going to risk anything. Luckily, Henry and Zoey had their wedding three months before our wedding anniversary, so we managed to have o
“Babe, there’s something I want to talk to you about.” I look up from the book I’m reading and meet Nathan’s eyes. The surgery was ten days ago and it was a success. None of us is facing any problems. Well, medical problems, because I’m dealing with another problem called Nathan. He has been so protective. He doesn’t let me do anything and even when he’s at work, Malory stays with me and she’s just as bad as her son. He has alarms for all the medicines I need to take and he even monitors what I eat. But I can’t be mad at him for taking care of me because if I were in his shoes, I would be just as bad as him. “what is it?” I wonder. He’s sitting in front of me on the couch. “Madelyn wants to meet you.” I frown. I don’t know a Madelyn. “Your biological sister.” “Oh,” I mutter. “Why would she want to?” There’s nothing that connects us except for the woman who gave birth to me. I can’t even call her a mother. She’s a monster that I have zero compa
She’s going to be okay. I know she is. But that doesn’t prevent me from worrying about her. She is in surgery. She has just entered the operating room. The doctors told us that this may take up to eight hours. What would they do for eight hours? What am I supposed to do until she’s out of surgery? Wait? Pray? “You’re going to pass out if you stay like that,” Thalia says, handing me a cup of coffee. “I can’t just calm down. What if a complication took place and they couldn’t find a solution? Have you seen Grey’s Anatomy? Complications happen out of the blue! When you least expect it! A woman once died because of hiccups and another one died because the resident forgot to check her throat and there was soot in there!” I exclaim. “Can you guarantee that they won’t make mistakes?” “Wow… She made you addicted to the show and it ruined you,” Thalia comments, and I frown. Am I going out of my mind? “Linnea is going to be more than fine. She’s our fighter. She has be
I wasn’t the only one who was tested. Zoey, dad, Nathan, Thalia, Asher, and I all got tested, but I was the only one who turned out to be a match. “There are no dangers on her life, right? She’s going to walk out of this surgery in good health, isn’t she?” Nathan asks the doctor. “She’s not going to walk out of the surgery all fine. She will need time to recover, but her liver will grow back to its normal size in about a year. It will function normally though after two to four weeks,” the doctor explains everything to my worried husband. “I will be fine. Stop panicking.” I look up at him. “It won’t hurt to be more sure,” he mumbles. “I also have to let you know that there will be a scar that will fade by time, but it may leave a trace. You can always get it fixed through plastic surgery though,” the doctor says. “I don’t care about the scar. I just want Henry to be okay,” I say. “We will run some tests and if all is well, we wi
I have been too caught up with Nathan to ask about Henry. I feel like a horrible sister. But my world completely stopped the moment my eyes fell on my husband. I was petrified of losing him or having him terribly hurt, so when I saw him in front of me, I was finally able to breathe. Asher told me that my parents, Zoey and Malory were here. Are they with Henry now? I have millions of questions running through my head right now and I don’t know if I should dump them all on Nathan. “Baby, sit down,” he says, gently pulling me to sit beside him on the bed and I do. “Henry and I were in the car. We were running some errands before coming to pick you up. Yes, I’m at fault, I was on the phone, but I swear I was still paying attention. The phone was even connected to the car. somebody was driving their truck quickly and they weren’t paying attention. They passed the red light and they crashed into us, sending our car flipping in the air.” A gasp escapes me as Nathan recounts
“What happened to them?” I gulp, wrapping my cardigan more around myself. I think my heart may stop at any given moment because of how fast it is beating. “There’s been an accident,” Thalia reluctantly says and my breath hitches in my throat. “We don’t know how they are. We found out first by total coincidence.” “When did it happen and how are they?” I feel sick and I want to cry. “I was on the phone with Nathan and one minute he was talking to me, telling me that he was on his way with Henry to pick you up, and next thing I heard Henry yelling and there was a loud crash. This all happened less than two hours ago. They have been admitted to the hospital and your parents are there and so are Malory and Zoey,” Asher answers all my questions. “Take me there, please. Now.” Tears are already brimming in the corner of my eyes. They have to be okay. I can’t afford to lose any of them. No, this can't be happening. Not after everything we have all been
“You seem happy,” my therapist smiles at me when I walk inside her office. “I am!” I grin, sitting down on the couch. I’m getting out tomorrow. I was supposed to be staying for a month, but I ended up staying for forty-five days based on my request. I was even more strict with myself regarding my use of my gadgets. I was allowed to freely use them after the first two weeks, but I decided to minimize my use for them as much as possible. I only used my phone when I wanted to make phone calls. “You know, I still can’t believe you chose to stay here for more than the period assigned for you,” she tells me and I shrug. “It was my choice to come here. I truly wanted to get better. If I had left after only one month just like how we originally planned, I would have been lying to myself.” “Your honest desire to get better really warms my heart,” she tells me. “So how are you feeling today?” “I feel fine. Really fine. It doesn’t hurt to breathe or to w
“Why did you leave?” I mumble, bringing myself before him. His handsome face is gloomy and his eyes aren't as bright as they usually are. “It's a familial moment, I thought I should give you some privacy,” he says, causing a crease to appear between my eyebrows. “You’re family, Nathan,” I say, wrapping my fingers around his arm. “You’re my family and I… I love you.” It’s been a while since I said those words. My words seem to be foreign to him as if he didn't believe I'd say these words again. “I love you as my husband. The man I married. The man I want to build a family with,” I add, feeling the need to be more specific because it seems like he’s in a state of disbelief. “Wait… so we’re not getting a divorce?” he says and I shake my head, smiling a little at him. “You’re not moving to the UK?” “It’s so cold for me. I prefer Miami,” I grin and he laughs, pulling me into his arms and twirling me around, causing me to squeal. “I love you, Linnea
“I know your gadgets are your life, but this is temporary. Just for the first week, yeah?” Nathan says and I just nod. I want to get better. I want to heal, so I will do anything to get better. “It's just for a month. I guess I will manage,” I say, taking a deep breath. The only thing that makes me feel at ease is that I can check myself out whenever I want. I also despise how I will get no visitors during my first week there. I packed many books with me to kill time. They say there will be many activities we can do there, but I still like to bring my own entertainment items. I came back five days ago. I talked to my mum once on the phone, assuring her that I was okay. Nathan has been keeping his eyes on me, making sure that I won't do anything stupid. Honestly, I haven't gotten the urge to act foolishly ever since I came back. “Your parents are here,” Nathan tells me when the doorbell rings. Anxiousness fills me upon hearing that. I'm supposed to be