“This petition is filed by my client John Peters against Miss Lucy Mcdonald, formally known as Mrs. Lucy Peters. My client seeks to file for custody for their 16-year-old child since the mother has proven incapable of taking care of the child,” said the attorney whose name I hadn’t even heard.
I was so nervous at that moment. I was afraid that one of his words would make me lose the cause. I have my lawyer but I was still nervous as hell. It was surprising that I did not even pass out.
After all, this lawyer was against me. His words were all accusations, I believe they were, but I was still having a hard time when he speaks.
The lawyer presented evidence that I wasn’t a competent mother saying Paul wasn’t in school and he rarely ate unless his father sent money.
Michelle had been true to her words and even hired for me a lawyer. She briefed the lawyer on what had been going on, and he accepted my case. When the prosecutor ha
She hadn’t taken time to know Nick; perhaps she was blinded by his beauty. He was handsome, and he knew it. He would leave the house and report to his office, where he worked as a therapist and would stay there for hours.He spoke to troubled young children who had been sexually assaulted, and maybe the fact that he was a therapist was the reason Josephine blindly trusted him.One day, two years into their marriage, Josephine was in a taxi going back home after taking Thomas for a clinic checkup when the taxi stopped in the middle of the highway because of a commotion that was on the streets. The mob was shouting,’ kill him. Kill him. He doesn’t deserve to live, and Josephine had thought that it was a thief whose forty days were over, but it had been her husband.It turns out that a parent had taken her daughter for counseling at Nick’s place and found him inappropriately touching the girl who was moving away.“What the hell
She stared at Evelyn and shook her head, and when she noticed that so many eyes were on her, she stood and confidently asked what the problem was and if she could help.“I… I... Are you pregnant?” Josephine asked when she finally had the courage. She was looking at Evelyn with a complicated expression as if she was not sure what to feel at that moment.She then noticed that there was a paleness on Evelyn’s face, and she quickly recovered to ask who Josephine was to dare ask her such a question.Josephine could not believe what she heard. She was speechless for a moment before glaring at Evelyn.“You can’t talk to me like that?! You’re in my damn house!” Josephine shouted back through gritted teeth.Evelyn suddenly laughed mockingly. She then retorted, “Hahaha. Your damn house? How could I forget that? Remind me, how much do you contribute towards the monthly expenses of this house? What do you
It is always said that there can never be a secret between two people. Years after Sierra’s death, I had never found out who carried the actual shooting. My efforts had been hindered by an unsupportive husband, but I always suspected that Mary had a hand in the killing. I couldn’t prove it, though, and I later discovered that it had been a well-orchestrated plan between Mary and her husband.“You aren’t happy as you always are. Didn’t your mistress give it to you today?” Mary had asked her husband one evening when he went back home. He hadn’t wanted to talk to her, but she had pressed on and on until he didn’t have an option but to tell her that Sierra had demanded a marriage.“What do you intend to do about her?” Mary asked while looking at me curiously.“Nothing. I just don’t know how to tell her that her desire won’t be possible,” I replied before sighing helplessly.
It was the first day of work for Charlie, and he was quite ready with it. He arrived at his new company’s main building, and saw that it was quite lively in the early morning.He looked at the faces of the employees with a smile, wondering who among them would be his coworker later. Of course, he mind could not keep wondering as he needed to get to first briefing soon.It did not take long for him to find where he was supposed to go. Just like him, all the employees entered a large auditorium as if they were back in the walls of a high school, everyone had high expectations about this new opportunity, and Charlie, who saw all his classmates, understood perfectly that this opportunity should not be wasted.His father always told him that he should be a man who stood out, always on the right side of things, firm and with virtue, that was what he had tried to do all his life, and now that he had finally managed to get to work in the company he had always want
Charlie looked at her and could not stop smiling. Just like any other man, Charlie appreciates someone who really looks good and is also strong-willed. Well, the woman was really hot in his opinion.Right at that moment, she has the air of the boss. Charlie finds her really attractive. However, that was something he would only keep to himself. After all, it was not good to flirt with his superiors. Not that he was against it, but it was the first day of work, and he did not want any unnecessary first impression.Nevertheless, he still appreciates the woman in front of them. She was quite firm, and her face, despite being beautiful, did not show the slightest sign of doubt.While he thought how lucky he was to be under someone who seemed very capable, one of the oldest recruits raised his hand.“I am Nicolas. I’m sorry if I’m rude, but I need to ask, how old are you?” The man said while looking at the woman with unmasked unhappiness
She stared at him and asked, “And why doesn’t that principle affect you?” Katherine asked this casually, but she was really curious and found it really interesting. After all, he was the only one who remained there among all the new employees in her team.Now that Katherine thought of it, she could not help but feel sad. It was not the first time it happened. Before it took a lot of time and crying in her house before she could recover, thankfully Katherine had a better and broader outlook in life.Nevertheless, her being accepted because of her capabilities was better than being discriminated against due to her age and gender.Yes, gender. Because in their current line of work, there were more men than women. Not to mention, most of the men she dealt with before considered themselves as alphas. Considered, that’s the keyword.Her thoughts were cut off when Charlie responded by snorting. He then looked at her directly and replied,
He was grinning as he walked in front of her and replied, “Why? You just look like a person who felt bad. It’s normal, and these men are real fools.”She looked at him, stunned. It was perhaps the first time Katherine heard Charlie talk about their teammates in such tone and context. Was he doing it to make her feel better? She has no clue.They had already been working together for two months and still did not get used to his attitude. He has this air of serenity, no pretentious, that made everyone calm.He spoke the truth in a pleasant way. Nothing that came out of his mouth was offensive. It was also crude because sometimes, the truth could not be softened. However, just by looking at his eyes, everyone could understand that his intentions were really good.She composed herself and walked a bit. While looking at him, she asked, “You won’t leave yet?” Katherine did not want him to leave but, she would also not force h
Charlie felt the sweetness of her lips, and he wanted more. Katherine felt his eagerness, with how deep he kissed her, and she felt the fire that this man carried inside her.Together they disappeared into the workshop, and in their minds, while they would buy such a passionate kiss, they were transported to the place that they wished for a lonely place with wind, and that forced them to be close and a moon that told them that it was good to be together.That workshop witnessed the union of those souls when they finally honestly decided to give in to their desires and the complex force that attracted them.Together now, they could understand why when they saw each other, it felt as if the world was paralyzed and when they separated, they both sighed only to see their eyes and say.“If this is a dream...”“... never let it finish!”Both lost track of time, and in that workshop, they shared several lives wherein all of
She knew she was. She made heads turn, and her presence alone could make even the strongest man weak to his knees. Single men, dating, married, poor or rich all wanted her, but she went for Paul thinking he was the saint he portrayed himself to be.She could have said no, but she was confused. He might change, she thought, but now he wasn’t going to.He proved that over and over again. Dorothy got tired but didn’t know how to break up with him, and she was grateful he was finally gone, although she didn’t like the circumstances surrounding that fact.“Here is your tea,” she said as she placed the cup of tea on the table before Aston in his studio. She took a few sips of hers before placing her cup on the table too. “The weather outside is beautiful today.”“Yes. Yes, it is,” Aston confirmed, although his eyes never left Dorothy. “How about we go somewhere else while this dries?” he suggested.“Sure.”Together with their teas in their hands, they walked out of the studio. Instinctively
Stella observed the interaction between the two, and once again, she knew she had lost Aston to Dorothy because he never looked at her the way he was looking at Dorothy, and that spoke volumes.Stella stood up and straightened out her dress.“I’ll check on you later, Aston, and nice to meet you, Dorothy,” she said with a smile and walked towards Steve.They bid each other farewell, and she left the room.Steve sat down in the chair Stella had just left vacant, crossing his arms over his chest again. He said with a strange emotion in his voice, “You mentioned something about you thinking Paul would change. Has he done something like this before?”Dorothy let out a heavy sigh before replying, “Yes. Yes, he has. Many times.”“Will you be able to testify against him in court?” Aston asked as calmly as he could.“Yes, I will. I think I’ve had enough of him,” she finalized.“Well, I admire your courage, my lady,” Steve commended, further encouraging Dorothy. “By the way, did you meet the pa
‘’We caught this young woman trying to force her way into the ward, and we suspect she might be part of the paparazzi,” the first police officer answered.Steve observed Dorothy noting that she looked familiar then he remembered her. ‘It’s fine, boys. Let her through.The police officers released her arms, and Dorothy threw them a disdainful look, then sent a grateful one Steve’s way.He opened the door for her, and she walked in, thanking Steve with a smile.Steve closed the door with a gentle click and faced Dorothy. “He’s right this way. I’m not supposed to say this, Dorothy, but he’s been expecting you.”Expecting her? Did he want to see her? Did this have something to do with her, or did he just want to see her? She wished it was the latter.Wait, this is Steve, Aston’s best friend and the owner of ‘From Our Hearts’ gallery, but how did he know her?Steve seemed to sense her conflicting thoughts. He sighed and then said, “I can assure you that there’s nothing to fret about, and w
She opened her eyes and brought her fingers up to see them coated with her juices— and Aston hair she had been supposedly pulling happened to be her shower curtain.She just fantasized about Aston pleasuring, but it was better than anything she had ever had with Paul, and the best part —she didn’t regret it.She wanted more of it. She wanted to make it real, so much that she was started to became inpatient and frustrated.The reality of her situation dawned on her when she got out of the shower. She stared at the ring on her finger, and for the first time, she felt trapped.The ring became heavy on her finger, and it began to feel like a heavy burden on her. She slipped the ring off her finger and placed it on the drawer bedside of the bed.Suddenly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Paul. She closed her eyes to picture Paul in her life as she had always done, but this time, Paul was replaced with Aston.And that moment, it became apparent to her that she w
Dorothy turned around to see Paul standing there, arms folded across his chest and his eyes shooting daggers at Aston, who ignored him, by the way.“So I’ll call you and let you know how it goes, okay?” Aston asked while looking at Dorothy, who nodded excitedly like a kid.Aston smiled and then replied, “Bye Dorothy, and take care of yourself.”“Okay!. Bye Aston, and thanks for visiting. It really means a lot,” Dorothy said, as she walked him to the door.He stopped for a moment and took a look at Paul, who was still standing in the doorway.“And you too, Paul. It was nice to meet you,” she added, and with that, he walked out of their flat without waiting to hear Paul’s grunt of a response.Not wanting Paul to ruin her mood, Dorothy hopped past the grumpy Paul happily to their bedroom, humming a song.The only thing in her head was that her art was going to be at an exhibition– something she never expected to happen.For the rest of the day, Dorothy was in high spirits humming a favor
Dorothy turned around with a smile. “Hello Mr and Mrs Harris. Wonderful weather we have today, yeah?”“Absolutely,” Mrs. Harris chirped while Mr. Harris only nodded.“Let’s go in,” she said to Aston leading the way. “How do you like your tea?” Dorothy asked as they entered her flat, locking the door behind them.“Anything is fine, thank you,” he replied with a smileDorothy walked to the kitchen, and moments later, the sound of a kettle whistling was heard, followed by cabinets opening and closing.Aston took this time to observe the interior decor of the flat. It was an average-sized flat with clean white walls decorated with prints of beautiful paintings.Different artifacts, frames, flower vases, and books sat well arranged on the shelf.Wine-colored drapes framed the windows, and the inner lace curtains remained drawn, allowing the sun rays to enter, casting a golden sheen into the living room. The decor was simple yet beautiful and welcoming.This reminded Aston of the typical co
“Oh, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. And believe me, when I say coming from you means so much more,” she said.“I thought I was doing horribly, so I stopped painting for a while. I only began painting again when I came across your works in a gallery. I was in awe of hyperrealism. It was magnificent, and I knew I wanted to know how to paint like you,” she explained excitedly. “Meeting you here might be the best thing that has happened to me this year.”It was Aston’s turn to feel flattered, and he did ever so much. He had received a lot of compliments, but in a weird way, Dorothy appreciating his art made him feel he did something for someone, and it made him feel good.“I’m sure you’ll learn a lot from this class, and I can give you pointers if you want.”“You know I didn’t exactly enroll for this class. Mrs. Michael is my aunt, and she just allows me to join in and last week was my second time here.”“That makes sense. I didn’t think you paint. I though
For heaven’s sake, he wasn’t some teenager going through hormonal changes, so why couldn’t he stop thinking about Dorothy’s body and, even worse, smiling and blushing at the memory.‘’I guess we can now deduce my idea wasn’t laced with foolishness after all,’ Steve said with the smug look still on his faceAston scoffed, rolling his eyes at him, and said, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I am still not convinced the class will do me any good.”“We’ll see about that, mate. We’ll see.”The whole weekend felt like torture to Aston. He longed to see Dorothy again, and it seemed the weekend was taking too long to end.Everything was confusing to him; what he was feeling about Dorothy and why he was feeling that way didn’t make any sense to him, but he just wanted to see her again.When Monday finally came, Aston could hardly wait till 3 pm when classes started, and by 12 pm, he was already at the building waiting for Dorothy to show up, but she didn’t.Class started, and she was still nowhere
In one swift moment, a bang was heard, and the whole dining table came crashing down, sending a wave of shock throw Dorothy.She had seen this happen so many times, but she could never get used to it. He promised to change.He said he was going to be better, but after two years and nothing had changed.The last time, it was the TV that suffered it, which took a while to replace, and now, the dining table had also felt the impact of Paul’s fist.The table was ruined; dinner was ruined too.“You love being a whore, eh? You love letting different men run their hands all over your body under the guise of art, right?” He barked the vile words pacing the dining room.The words made her feel she had just been prickled with over a hundred pins.“I am not a whore, Paul!. I am not! I love art, and you know it!” She yelled at him.He scoffed before he said, “Oh c’mon. You’re just using art as a cover-up. You enjoy the way these so-called artists of yours touch you.”He then grabbed her shoulder