Noah sprinted enthusiastically towards Freya, launching himself into her arms. Freya enveloped him in a tight squeeze, encircling him in a warm, protective haven. The event drew to a close, and Noah eagerly rushed into his mother's arms. The duo entwined themselves in a tender, heartfelt embrace, swept up in a torrent of emotions, as Freya caressed his hair with gentle, soothing strokes. Diego, standing behind Noah, observed the tender exchange of hugs and sweet, lingering kisses. He beamed with satisfaction, relieved that the event had unfolded smoothly, without anyone leaving hurt or disappointed. Finally, Freya released Noah from her loving grasp and cradled his face in her palms, crouching to lock eyes with him in a deep, meaningful connection. “Mom, I hope you enjoyed my poem. I wrote it all by myself for you”, Noah said proudly, a cheerful grin spreading across his face. “Yes honey, I did. I loved it. Thank you so much for writing such a wonderful poem about me. I love
Freya silently observed, in admiration, the way Diego expertly maneuvered his sleek car, handling the steering wheel with finesse. He cracked his window open, allowing the wind to tousle his longish jet-black hair, which surprisingly added to his majestic and captivating presence.Meanwhile, Noah, who was at the backseat, quietly gazed out of the window with wide-eyed curiosity, likely pondering the pedestrians strolling down the sidewalks, the trees blurring past, the notable landmarks, and the cityscape unfolding before him.For the first time, she took a moment to appreciate the interior of his car. The opulent design of his sleek vehicle dazzled her, its immaculate and stylish decor impressing her. She noticed that this particular car differed from the one he had used to drive her to the station the other day. She wondered about the extent of his car collection and his occupation. Curiosity got the better of her as she suddenly felt an urge to glimpse into his lifestyle, his home,
"Any news?”“Yes. And you'll be excited to see what I've just found”.“What is it?”“I'll send you a few photos”.Imelda abruptly ended the call and swiftly searched for the incriminating photos of Freya, Noah, and the mysterious stranger at the restaurant, which she had surreptitiously taken earlier. Upon finding them, she promptly forwarded the images to Desmond's phone number.Desmond, seated on the edge of his bed with his phone in hand, eagerly awaiting the pictures, received a notification on his phone. Imelda had sent him the photos as promised, and he quickly clicked on them, scrutinizing every detail.As he gazed at the images, Desmond's face contorted into a deadly scowl, his eyes blazing with fury, and his fists clenched in rage. He recoiled in stunned disbelief, taken aback by the shocking content of the pictures. Fury welled up inside of him as he gnashed his teeth in irritation.His eyes meticulously scanned the image, and he zoomed in for a clearer view, fixated on iden
Freya's day was exceedingly successful. She basked in an overwhelming sense of accomplishment and amassed an impressive number of sales that day.Ever since she fell out with Imelda, she began to pay her truck driver to pick Noah up from school everyday, significantly alleviating her burden. Everything seemed to be unfolding smoothly and effortlessly for her.As she swept up to the door of Imelda's house, she let out a deep sigh of satisfaction, happy that her life was gradually blossoming into something better compared to when she first moved into that city.She tapped softly but firmly on the door, waiting patiently for Imelda to fling it open and end her wait.“Who is it?” Imelda yelled grumpily from inside.“It's me”, Freya replied dryly and with a hint of exasperation, tired of always having to announce herself and clarify her identity. She wondered why Imelda always asked even though she never had visitors.Freya paused for a few seconds before Imelda flung the door open, fixing
It was Saturday.Freya went about her business, catering to the few customers who showed up to patronize her. Nothing much happened that day and she had resorted to using her food truck business as a therapeutic escape from the turmoil at home. She had been walking on eggshells throughout that week, wary of Imelda's wicked schemes. Imelda said nothing about the debt or the deadline of payment throughout that week and that made her feel a little bit relieved as she hadn't made the full amount yet. Although she had managed to generate a tangible amount, which she struggled to get with much difficulty, it still wasn't enough.As she prepared gourmet burgers, lost in thought, Freya reflected on her numerous problems and shook her head in self-loathing, reproaching herself for accepting Imelda's offer in the first place. She despised her own desperation for clouding her judgment.The catastrophic events unfolding in her life were a nightmare she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy.Just as s
Freya sat motionless, observing the way Diego strode about the station, passionately negotiating with the cops on her case and also eagerly awaiting Imelda's arrival. He refused to let her be thrown into a cell like a criminal as he vehemently argued with the cops, his voice rising in indignation. She remained silent throughout, her silence a testament to her shock at Imelda's cruel resolve and also to her discreet admiration for Diego's selfless acts of kindness towards her. She could hear him instruct some of his men over the phone to vigilantly watch over her food truck, which she had left vulnerably open along the roadway. Diego's men, about three in number, stood firmly at the door, as if guarding the room, in anticipation of Imelda's arrival. One of them was his driver who had driven his car to the station. Finally, after a few minutes of waiting, the long-awaited guest arrived, commanding attention. All eyes were fixed on Imelda who majestically walked into the station, wi
Imelda stormed about the living room, her fury propelling her back and forth as she struggled to gather her racing thoughts. Her eyes blazed with intense rage, and she let out a fierce snort, her chest heaving violently.She had just been fooled!She shook her head vehemently in utter disbelief as she recalled the shocking and humiliating conversation she had had earlier with Desmond. After narrating every detail of the unexpected twist at the station to him, how Diego had intervened on Freya's behalf, saving her from the clutches of a jail term, she had demanded her payment from Desmond for her role in ensnaring Freya in debt and hauling her to the station.But Desmond, who got infuriated by her revelation and their failed plans, refused to pay her, insisting that she hadn't completed the job as agreed. He claimed their deal was to leave Freya languishing in jail, with the sole option of crawling back to him in surrender. Since the case hadn't unfolded as planned, Desmond deemed her
Freya stole a worried glance at Noah, who was utterly absorbed in his toy, completely oblivious to the weight of their difficult circumstances. She exhaled a disheartened sigh, fearing that he might be growing weary of their challenging life. They had been sitting for hours under a roadside bench shelter, Freya trying to calculate their next move, her mind racing with possibilities and scenarios. Despite having reassured Noah that everything would be fine and that she had everything under control, Freya couldn't help but silently panic, feeling overwhelmed by the daunting task of finding an affordable apartment that met their needs. Aside from Imelda, Freya had no other acquaintances in the city, and as she sat lost in thought, memories of Diego surfaced— the one person who had always been there for her, consistently proving his unwavering support and care. Just then, a thought crossed her mind. She suddenly felt the urge to call Diego and ask him for help. But she shook off th