The rhythmic cadence of the train's wheels resonated through the cabin as Divine found herself in the company of the kind stranger who had aided her in her hour of need. They sat facing each other, two pregnant women bound by an unexpected twist of fate.the stranger introduced herself with a warm smile,stretch forth her hand while saying "hi! I'm Sarah Kádàrá Aimo and this is my Husband David Kádàrá Aimọ and It's a pleasure to finally get to know you more.""Likewise, Sarah,my name is Divine" Divine replied with a grateful nod. "Thank you again for the VIP ticket. I honestly can't express how much it means to me."Sarah waved off the gratitude with a gentle laugh which was accompanied with her husband's chuckle. "It was the least I could do. Besides, I've been craving some company for this journey,to think I was against getting this Family Combo ticket.."As they spoke, Divine learned more about the intriguing woman before her. Sarah was newly married to Mr. David Kádàrá Aimọ, a m
I longed for a new beginning as I took a step in that direction. As always, everything felt uncertain. I boarded a train bound for the big city, wondering if I would see a different light or just the same as always...Divine regained consciousness to the rhythmic beeping of the General Vital Sign Monitor. Unfamiliar voices murmured in the background as she slowly opened her eyes. The stark, sterile environment of the hospital room was a stark contrast to the chaos she vaguely remembered. Struggling to piece together her memories, she looked around and saw faces she had never seen before. Panic set in as she recalled the train journey. Instinctively, she tried to reach for her stomach, but her limbs wouldn’t respond. Tears welled up as she feared the worst for her unborn baby, and her thoughts raced to Sarah and her husband David, whom she had just met on the train. The possibility that they might be dead intensified her despair."One misfortune after another," Divine thought, sobbing
I’ll take this as God's gift to my child rather than me. I have been through a lot, I really hope this is for the last time. This family, just like Sarah and David, are nice and lovely. I have known only happiness since I woke up. Divine thought to herself as she looked out the window into the clear blue sky, from her hospital bed.The days passed slowly as Divine began to recover physically and emotionally. Rebecca, Celine, and Ben stayed by her side, offering support and sharing stories about David. Each story painted a picture of a man who had was loved deeply and had loved deeply and selflessly too,Divine put pieces together of the stories she had also heard from Sarah and David and she puts together a story to make up her brand new life that she was about to assume, she acted the role of a woman who had lost her memory from an accident so perfectly that no one would think twice to question if truly she did she lose it, she nodded and reacted to every story told like she was just
When they drove off from the hospital and arrived at the Kadara Aimo’ mansion,as the car came to a halt, a man was waiting to open the door for Divine and Rebecca,He rushed towards the car and opened each side allowing them to step out gracefully. Divine's heart pounded with a mixture of relief and trepidation as she stepped out, adjusting her grip on the baby carrier.glancing down at her daughter,who was now finally free from the hospital’s embrace.The late afternoon sun bathed everything in a golden glow, a stark contrast to the sterile, fluorescent lighting she had become accustomed to over the past few weeks. The car ride to their new home was a blur of passing buildings and trees, the cityscape slowly giving way to quieter suburbs. Divine's thoughts flitted back to the accident— the screech of metal, the jolt of the impact, the terrifying moments of disorientation. She shivered involuntarily, pushing the memories aside. Today was about new beginnings. Stepping out, Divine was
The name Kadara Aimo means "unknown." Spanning three generations, it carries an enigmatic legacy and substantial wealth. Yet, behind this veil of affluence lies a poignant history. Mr. Alan Kadara Aimo, a towering presence in the family, died just four years after Lucy’s birthday. Unlike her siblings, Lucy barely knew her father. David, William, and Lucy represent the fourth generation of the Kadara Aimo lineage. David is cool-headed and understanding; William is rebellious and hot-headed; and Lucy is simply unusual. I've been working with this family since Alan and Rebecca got married, so I can recount the stories with vivid clarity. The entire household erupted in chaos when David chose to be with you, Sarah. It was the first time he had ever gone against his mother, and it was not a pleasant sight. William, witnessing his brother's departure, found the sudden shift of familial expectations unbearable. So he, too, decided to leave, heading abroad to escape the suffocating gaze. C
It was a bright Saturday morning, the day of the grand party thrown to welcome Divine to the Karada mansion and to reveal her baby’s name. Alina, which meant "light," was the chosen name, perfectly encapsulating the hopes they held for her future. At five a.m., the event planner and decorators arrived, bustling around the mansion to get everything set up. By seven a.m., they had transformed the estate into an elegant venue fit for a high-society event. Divine, known to everyone as Sarah, went through the guest list one last time. She stopped short at the last name on the list but was quickly interrupted by Rebecca, calling her away. The name on the list belonged to Mrs. James, a woman who knew Divine’s true identity and could unravel the entire facade. Divine felt a wave of anxiety but pushed it aside as she prepared for the day. Guests began arriving by noon, capturing the moment with photographs as if it were the Met Gala. Divine, the center of the celebration, felt a growing u
Divine’s POV:The apartment was filled with the harmonious sounds of laughter. Divine and Liam sat comfortably on the couch, their voices intertwining in joy and camaraderie. The evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Everything felt perfect, a snapshot of happiness and contentment.But then, without warning, the laughter stopped. Divine turned to where Liam had been sitting, but he was gone. The spot beside her was empty, as if he had never been there. Panic seized her heart. "Liam, Liam baby, where are you?" she called out, her voice trembling with fear.Divine jumped up from the couch, her eyes frantically scanning the room. It was as though the very walls had swallowed him whole. She ran through the apartment, checking every room, every corner. But it was empty, eerily quiet. "Liam!" she screamed, her voice echoing back at her from the silent walls.Desperation pushed her to the front door. She flung it open and stepped outside, hoping to f
**The night Divine fainted** Suddenly, a crashing noise disrupted the merriment. A soft wooden stool, not designed to bear the weight of a falling body, had shattered beneath Divine as she collapsed. The guests turned toward the sound, their conversations halting mid-sentence. Gasps and murmurs spread like wildfire as they rushed to the scene. Divine lay unconscious on the grass, her face pale and a thin trickle of blood running from a small cut on her forehead. Hovering over her was Mr James who was with her when she passed out and a mysterious man, tall and familiar, his face etched with concern. The crowd froze, recognizing the man who should not be there: William, her supposedly dead husband's younger brother. Rebecca, Divine's mother-in-law, pushed through the gathering, her heart pounding. "Divine!" she cried, kneeling beside her, what happened to her?” But as she looked up at the men helping her, realization dawned as one of them was indeed familiar. "William?" she whisper
**The night Divine fainted** Suddenly, a crashing noise disrupted the merriment. A soft wooden stool, not designed to bear the weight of a falling body, had shattered beneath Divine as she collapsed. The guests turned toward the sound, their conversations halting mid-sentence. Gasps and murmurs spread like wildfire as they rushed to the scene. Divine lay unconscious on the grass, her face pale and a thin trickle of blood running from a small cut on her forehead. Hovering over her was Mr James who was with her when she passed out and a mysterious man, tall and familiar, his face etched with concern. The crowd froze, recognizing the man who should not be there: William, her supposedly dead husband's younger brother. Rebecca, Divine's mother-in-law, pushed through the gathering, her heart pounding. "Divine!" she cried, kneeling beside her, what happened to her?” But as she looked up at the men helping her, realization dawned as one of them was indeed familiar. "William?" she whisper
Divine’s POV:The apartment was filled with the harmonious sounds of laughter. Divine and Liam sat comfortably on the couch, their voices intertwining in joy and camaraderie. The evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Everything felt perfect, a snapshot of happiness and contentment.But then, without warning, the laughter stopped. Divine turned to where Liam had been sitting, but he was gone. The spot beside her was empty, as if he had never been there. Panic seized her heart. "Liam, Liam baby, where are you?" she called out, her voice trembling with fear.Divine jumped up from the couch, her eyes frantically scanning the room. It was as though the very walls had swallowed him whole. She ran through the apartment, checking every room, every corner. But it was empty, eerily quiet. "Liam!" she screamed, her voice echoing back at her from the silent walls.Desperation pushed her to the front door. She flung it open and stepped outside, hoping to f
It was a bright Saturday morning, the day of the grand party thrown to welcome Divine to the Karada mansion and to reveal her baby’s name. Alina, which meant "light," was the chosen name, perfectly encapsulating the hopes they held for her future. At five a.m., the event planner and decorators arrived, bustling around the mansion to get everything set up. By seven a.m., they had transformed the estate into an elegant venue fit for a high-society event. Divine, known to everyone as Sarah, went through the guest list one last time. She stopped short at the last name on the list but was quickly interrupted by Rebecca, calling her away. The name on the list belonged to Mrs. James, a woman who knew Divine’s true identity and could unravel the entire facade. Divine felt a wave of anxiety but pushed it aside as she prepared for the day. Guests began arriving by noon, capturing the moment with photographs as if it were the Met Gala. Divine, the center of the celebration, felt a growing u
The name Kadara Aimo means "unknown." Spanning three generations, it carries an enigmatic legacy and substantial wealth. Yet, behind this veil of affluence lies a poignant history. Mr. Alan Kadara Aimo, a towering presence in the family, died just four years after Lucy’s birthday. Unlike her siblings, Lucy barely knew her father. David, William, and Lucy represent the fourth generation of the Kadara Aimo lineage. David is cool-headed and understanding; William is rebellious and hot-headed; and Lucy is simply unusual. I've been working with this family since Alan and Rebecca got married, so I can recount the stories with vivid clarity. The entire household erupted in chaos when David chose to be with you, Sarah. It was the first time he had ever gone against his mother, and it was not a pleasant sight. William, witnessing his brother's departure, found the sudden shift of familial expectations unbearable. So he, too, decided to leave, heading abroad to escape the suffocating gaze. C
When they drove off from the hospital and arrived at the Kadara Aimo’ mansion,as the car came to a halt, a man was waiting to open the door for Divine and Rebecca,He rushed towards the car and opened each side allowing them to step out gracefully. Divine's heart pounded with a mixture of relief and trepidation as she stepped out, adjusting her grip on the baby carrier.glancing down at her daughter,who was now finally free from the hospital’s embrace.The late afternoon sun bathed everything in a golden glow, a stark contrast to the sterile, fluorescent lighting she had become accustomed to over the past few weeks. The car ride to their new home was a blur of passing buildings and trees, the cityscape slowly giving way to quieter suburbs. Divine's thoughts flitted back to the accident— the screech of metal, the jolt of the impact, the terrifying moments of disorientation. She shivered involuntarily, pushing the memories aside. Today was about new beginnings. Stepping out, Divine was
I’ll take this as God's gift to my child rather than me. I have been through a lot, I really hope this is for the last time. This family, just like Sarah and David, are nice and lovely. I have known only happiness since I woke up. Divine thought to herself as she looked out the window into the clear blue sky, from her hospital bed.The days passed slowly as Divine began to recover physically and emotionally. Rebecca, Celine, and Ben stayed by her side, offering support and sharing stories about David. Each story painted a picture of a man who had was loved deeply and had loved deeply and selflessly too,Divine put pieces together of the stories she had also heard from Sarah and David and she puts together a story to make up her brand new life that she was about to assume, she acted the role of a woman who had lost her memory from an accident so perfectly that no one would think twice to question if truly she did she lose it, she nodded and reacted to every story told like she was just
I longed for a new beginning as I took a step in that direction. As always, everything felt uncertain. I boarded a train bound for the big city, wondering if I would see a different light or just the same as always...Divine regained consciousness to the rhythmic beeping of the General Vital Sign Monitor. Unfamiliar voices murmured in the background as she slowly opened her eyes. The stark, sterile environment of the hospital room was a stark contrast to the chaos she vaguely remembered. Struggling to piece together her memories, she looked around and saw faces she had never seen before. Panic set in as she recalled the train journey. Instinctively, she tried to reach for her stomach, but her limbs wouldn’t respond. Tears welled up as she feared the worst for her unborn baby, and her thoughts raced to Sarah and her husband David, whom she had just met on the train. The possibility that they might be dead intensified her despair."One misfortune after another," Divine thought, sobbing
The rhythmic cadence of the train's wheels resonated through the cabin as Divine found herself in the company of the kind stranger who had aided her in her hour of need. They sat facing each other, two pregnant women bound by an unexpected twist of fate.the stranger introduced herself with a warm smile,stretch forth her hand while saying "hi! I'm Sarah Kádàrá Aimo and this is my Husband David Kádàrá Aimọ and It's a pleasure to finally get to know you more.""Likewise, Sarah,my name is Divine" Divine replied with a grateful nod. "Thank you again for the VIP ticket. I honestly can't express how much it means to me."Sarah waved off the gratitude with a gentle laugh which was accompanied with her husband's chuckle. "It was the least I could do. Besides, I've been craving some company for this journey,to think I was against getting this Family Combo ticket.."As they spoke, Divine learned more about the intriguing woman before her. Sarah was newly married to Mr. David Kádàrá Aimọ, a m
Divine's heart had grown heavy with the weight of her trials, each misfortune compounding upon the last like a relentless storm. She had come to believe that bad luck was her constant companion, a shadow that refused to let her go. It was as if the universe itself had singled her out for suffering.The memories of that fateful drunk night with Mr. James haunted her, leaving scars on her soul that time couldn't erase. From that moment, Divine's life had spiraled further into a nightmare. Mr. James, once a figure of trust, had morphed into a sinister presence that lingered in the corners of her existence. His actions left her feeling violated, helpless, and trapped.Days turned into a haze of dread as Mr. James continued his torment. His unwanted advances, crude remarks, and lecherous touches robbed Divine of her sense of safety. He wielded his power over her like a weapon, a reminder that her vulnerability was his to exploit. And always, the threat of eviction loomed if she dared to sp