Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.At this point in her life, she was heartbroken, depressed and done pretending to be happy when she was clearly not. She just wanted to escape, run away and have a crazy adventure.Little did she know that she would regret making that wish.Emily WarnerI was depressed.I haven’t gotten out of my bed for two days now. Going to sleep knowing that no man is attracted to me and that I am unlovable is now calming to me.I was ashamed, all my friends w
Mary RedferneI stepped into the master bathroom, my eyes widening at the sight of the extravagant bathtub before me. With a smile of anticipation, I reached for the container of lavender bath salts perched on the edge of the marble countertop, as I wondered who Joseph employed to make sure all the things I could possibly need were here.As I unscrewed the lid, the calming scent of lavender enveloped my senses, filling the room with its delicate fragrance. I took a deep breath, savoring the familiar aroma that never failed to bring me comfort. Lavender had always been my go-to remedy for stress and exhaustion, and today was no exception.With practiced ease, I poured a generous amount of the fragrant salts into the relaxing warm water, watching as they dissolved immediately. The bathtub began to fill with a cloud of bubbles, making me jump a little in excitement.As I lowered myself into the tub, the warm water embraced me, cocooning me. I sighed with contentment, feeling the cares of
Joseph LachlanAs Mary's parents made their way to the door, I couldn't help but feel a sense of tension lingering in the air. Mary remained seated on the couch, her arms folded tightly across her chest, still mad at her parents."Joseph, we just want to thank you again for everything you've done for Mary and us," Mary's father said, his tone sincere. "You've been a true gentleman, and we couldn't be more grateful. I know how difficult my daughter can be."I nodded, offering a humble smile in response. "It's really no trouble at all. She has been wonderful." I replied, hoping he’d stop saying negative things about his daughter time and again.It’s getting annoying now.Mary's mother chimed in, her voice filled with warmth. "You've taken such good care of her and showered her with this luxury very few can afford." she said, her eyes shining with appreciation. "We can see how much you look out for her and us. We couldn't ask for anything more."I felt a swell of gratitude at their kind
Georgina WestAs I served breakfast to my 6-year-old twins, Ace and Luna, my mind was still preoccupied with work-related thoughts. While I adore my kids more than anything, I can't help but feel that they have become increasingly challenging to handle each day. Fortunately, my mother-in-law, Sienna, continues to support me in looking after them, even though I am no longer with her son.My husband, Archer, and I were childhood sweethearts who married at a young age and later became parents. Although we had a strong bond and deep love, complications arose after having kids, causing us to grow apart. We separated five years ago, yet we haven't finalized the divorce despite my numerous discussions about it, especially now that I have a boyfriend.As Toby, my boyfriend, affectionately hugged me from behind before joining us at the breakfast table, I noticed Sienna's disapproval, making me to glare at her. The children enjoyed having breakfast with their father and appreciated his daily sc
Mary Redferne As I got ready in the morning, my mind was still reeling from the events of the previous night. I still couldn't shake off the frustration and disappointment I felt towards Joseph for taking Joshua's side a few weeks ago but that didn’t mean that I didn’t want ‘my husband’ to sleep next to me.Was I disappointed that Joseph chose to be a gentleman and not sleep in the same room with me?Yes I was. Despite the frustration and anger I still had towards Joseph, I couldn't deny the attraction I felt, I also couldn’t deny the fact that he was a good man.He did look after me and always made sure I was comfortable. There was something about him that drew me in, something magnetic and irresistible. It was confusing and frustrating, but I couldn't ignore the flutter of excitement that stirred within me whenever he was near.As the delicious scent of omelette wafted through the air, my stomach grumbled in anticipation. I made my way to the kitchen, where Joseph was already hard
Mary Redferne As I waited with Joseph, taking small sips of my coffee which was close to being finished, I couldn't shake the annoyance creeping in. Clara was running late, a common occurrence for her, but this time it bothered me more than usual. I felt guilty that Joseph was sacrificing his time, waiting here with me while he was getting late for work.As I glanced at Joseph, who sat across from me with a patient expression, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Now, as we sat in the café waiting for her to arrive, I could see the faint traces of impatience flickering in his eyes."I'm sorry," I murmured, setting down my coffee cup with a sigh. "She's always like this, you know. I shouldn't have let you come with me."Joseph reached across the table, gently squeezing my hand in reassurance. "It's alright, Mary," he said with a warm smile. "I don't mind waiting. Besides, it's a good excuse to spend some time together."His words brought a small smile to my lips, but as the min
Mary Redferne I sat at home, watching the clock tick towards seven, the time Joseph had promised to be home. The day had been dull, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to find a job again.I am not meant to be a stay at home housewife.When the doorbell rang precisely at seven, I raised my eyebrows in surprise, impressed by Joseph's punctuality. Opening the door, I was greeted by his signature shy smile and a bouquet of pink flowers in his hands."I was going to bring red roses, but I remembered this is your favourite colour, so I bought these. I hope you like them," he said softly as he handed me the flowers. I stood there, dumbfounded by his gesture.I didn’t know that he knew what my favourite colour was."You brought flowers for me?" I asked, confusion evident in my voice. "Why?""Because... I thought you'd like them," he replied nervously, his sincerity touching my heart. I felt tears welling up in my eyes at the simple act of kindness. I don’t think I’ve ever receiv
Mary Redferne As we approached Joseph's mother's house, I noticed a somber expression on her face. It was clear that something was amiss. She greeted us with a forced smile, but her eyes betrayed her true emotions. As we exchanged pleasantries, she gently pulled Joseph aside, leaving me standing awkwardly in the entryway.I watched as they engaged in hushed conversation, their voices barely audible from where I stood. Joseph's mother wore a pained expression, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over me. What was going on?After a few moments, Joseph returned to my side, his expression grim. His mother approached me, her eyes filled with regret as she spoke. "Mary, I'm sorry for my brother's behavior," she said, her voice tinged with sadness. "He's waiting inside, but please don't take his words to heart. He's irrational and angry."I nodded in response, trying to mask my frustration. It was infuriating how just because Joseph's uncle was an old, wealthy man, people fe