Mrs. Adams, Mariam, and Grandmother sat in their cozy living room, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow through the lace curtains. A pot of tea and a plate of cookies sat on the coffee table, untouched as they engaged in their favorite pastime: discussing Leah and Richard's relationship.Mrs. Adams asked, "So, what do you think of Richard?" She took a sip of her tea, glancing at Mariam and Grandmother.Mariam answered, "I think he's wonderful for Leah. He's kind, attentive, and he genuinely cares about her.""He's also quite striking, isn't he? That tall, fair, and handsome type. Leah certainly found herself a catch." Grandma added, nodding her head in affirmation.They all chuckled, the light-hearted mood making the room feel even warmer."Do you think he's fitting for Leah? I mean, given all she's been through, she deserves someone truly special. And I think he is the special one" Mrs. Adams replied.Mariam, "Absolutely. He's been so supportive and understanding. Leah seems ha
The next day, Leah was up early, ready to tackle a few tasks for her client, Tus. She kissed Richie on the cheek, who was still lying in bed, looking at her with a mixture of concern and affection. She had scolded him the previous day and made sure that he wasn't going anywhere until he was fully recovered like the doctor had instructed. And if he goes against the doctor or her, she would keep malice with him. She would not accept any apologies later if he did.Richie frowning, "Are you sure you have to go today? I mean, Tus can wait."Leah, " Why are you acting like a crybaby?? You know I have to go, Richie. It's important. But don't worry, Dazzle will handle all your business matters. Just focus on resting and getting better." "You called Dazzle right?"..Richie frowned, his brow furrowing. "Yeah, I did. But first, promise me you won't do anything with Tus. No dinner dates or late-night meetings. I don't trust that guy near my woman. The way he looks at you is off-putting. "Leah ro
Emily and Alex sat together on the couch, Emily’s head resting on Alex’s lap while he gently stroked her hair. The room was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the occasional rustling of the curtains as a breeze drifted through the open window. "I... I want to discuss something with you." Alex chimed in. Emily, sensing the seriousness in his tone, shifted slightly to look up at him. She had noticed that Alex had been acting differently since that morning, more distant and contemplative. "Let the cat out of the bag." Emily said. Alex hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "It's not like I am hiding anything or I did something behind your back. I just want to straighten things up with..." "With? You mean Leah?" she interrupted, her voice edged with irritation. "Who else? Who else are we gonna ask forgiveness from if not Leah?" Alex wasn't moved by how she was reacting. Emily’s eyes narrowed. "You really have to leave this, honey. Okay?" she tried to coax him, her
Alex sat alone in his dimly lit office, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. He stared at the photograph he had, a picture of Leah and him from their wedding day. His thoughts were a whirlwind, a torrent of regret and longing.Alex, (murmuring to himself) "Had I known it would turn out this way... I wouldn't have listened to Emily or her mother, Mary. I can't take my mind off Leah. I need to clear my name. I want her to forgive me, even if it means returning everything I took from her."He leaned back in his chair, then stood up again, feeling restless. He doesn't care about anythingelse except Leah. He knew making up with his wife, Emily hadn't really worked if he doesn't make peace with his past. The decisions he is about to make might affect Emily and her manipulative mother, and it might also cost him dearly. He had lost Leah, the woman he truly loved. He needed to make things right, but he wasn't sure where to start.Alex sighing, "I have to talk
Richard sat at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee. Leah bustled around, preparing to go fetch some toast for herself, but her movements were tense, her mind clearly elsewhere. Richard watched her for a moment before speaking. Richard, "Leah, we need to talk. Just briefly" Leah paused, glancing over at him. "About what?" "About Alex"... "Yeah, I actually forgot to tell you he came over at work today".. "Okay, good. He's been trying to get in touch with you, hasn't he?" Leah sighed, placing a plate of toast on the table. "Yes, he has. But I don't want to talk to him. I don't see the point." Richard, "I get that. But maybe you should hear him out. It could give you some peace of mind and just allow him to explain himself." Leah shook her head, sitting down across from him. "He destroyed my trust, Richard. He made my life hell." "I know. But he seems to be genuinely trying to make amends. Maybe listening to him could help you move on completely." Leah stared at her toast
Emily sat on the couch, staring at the coffee table cluttered with half-empty cups and scattered papers. She was fuming, she knew she had to do something about the documents concerning Leah. She had to find a way to get her hands on them before he did something irreversible. Alex had already left for work, and this was her chance.Emily, (muttering to herself) "I just need to find those papers. I know he’s hiding them somewhere."She started rummaging through drawers and cabinets, her frustration growing with every passing minute. She checked his study, the bedroom, even the kitchen, but the documents were nowhere to be found. Exhausted, she slumped down on the couch, wiping sweat from her brow.Emily, "Damn it, Alex. Where did you hide them?"It suddenly hit her that Alex might have anticipated her moves. Knowing her as well as he did, he must have taken the documents with him to work. Panic set in as she realized her window of opportunity was closing fast.Desperate, she decided to
The tension in Alex's house was palpable as the evening light filtered through the windows. He was sitting on the couch, with a glass of water, trying to relax after the emotionally exhausting day. Suddenly, the front door burst open, and Mary stormed in, her face a mask of fury. Before Alex could react, she delivered a resounding slap to his face. Emily had called her to tell her that it was too late. He already returned the documents to Leah.Mary, "Who do you think you are to make decisions about how I run my family and what was passed down to each of us, Alex?" she spat, her eyes blazing with anger.Alex rubbed his cheek, feeling the sting of the slap. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. "I have cleared my conscience. That’s all that matters."Mary, "By destroying what you didn’t work for? Oh, now you finally have a conscience to do the right thing?"Alex, "I know, right? Sometimes we all have to start on a clean slate. I’m not into cowardice. So thanks. And
The tension in the house was suffocating. Alex sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. He had hoped that his actions would lead to healing, but instead, they seemed to have driven a deeper wedge.Emily, "No babies, no peaceful marriage, no loyalty. I am leaving this house until you get yourself back, Alex. You are not the man I married."Her words cut deep, but Alex was too exhausted to fight anymore. He looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and resignation.Alex, "I'm sorry if you think that. But fuck it, I don't care. Do whatever you want to do."Emily’s face twisted in pain and fury. She turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. She quickly packed a suitcase with her essentials. The weight of her decision settled on her as she zipped up the bag, but she couldn't bear to stay in the house a moment longer.As she walked out the door, Alex didn't move. He stayed sitting, staring at the floor, feeling the emptiness of the hous