It's been a few days of congratulations for Leah and Richie. That night was the best night for both of them. Each and every member of the family was genuinely happy. And while others congratulated and jubilated. Kimberly’s ex-boyfriend was busy scheming and making plans to reach Kimberly in whatever way he could.Kimberly had gone out and Dazzle was alone at home.As Daz sat on the couch, sipping a cup of coffee and scrolling absentmindedly through his phone. He heard a faint knock at the door. Expecting nothing more than a delivery or some neighbor with a misplaced letter, he casually walked over and opened the door. A small envelope lay at his feet, no name, no sender, just plain and unassuming. He picked it up, figuring it was nothing urgent, and tossed it onto the dining table as he made his way back to the couch.But something gnawed at him. Something about that envelope didn’t sit right, no name, no means of knowing who sent it. After a few moments of hesitation, he walked ba
Dazzle stared at his phone again Kimberly, Kimberly calls had been coming in non stop but he wasn't ready to talk to her again.. He tried hard not to curse at her during their fight. As the calls became too much he switched it off..On the other hand, Kimberly sat on the couch, staring at her phone, waiting for it to light up with at least a message or a return call from Dazzle. It had been two days since their fight, and there was still no sign of him. She had called him so many times, but it was clear that he was ignoring her. The silence was eating her alive, and the stress of the situation was beginning to take a toll on her body.She placed a hand on her stomach, feeling a dull ache. "It's just stress," she told herself. "He'll come back, and we’ll fix everything. I will make him understand and beg for forgiveness as much as I can" she said to herself.But the ache in her belly persisted, growing sharper, more painful with each passing minute. She stood up, trying to shake off t
The maid knocked frantically on Richie’s front door. Her heart raced as she prayed that someone would be home. When the door finally opened, it was Leah who answered, her face showing confusion at the sight of the maid looking so distressed."What's going on? Why are you here?" Leah asked, immediately sensing that something was wrong."Ma’am, it’s Mrs. Kimberly… something terrible has happened," the maid replied, her voice trembling with urgency. "She’s in the hospital… and she… she was bleeding badly.."Leah gasped, stepping back slightly as the news hit her. "Oh my God… bleeding?" She turned around quickly, shouting for Richie. "Richie! You need to come here, now!"Richie came down the stairs, half asleep but alert enough to know that whatever was happening wasn’t good. "What’s going on? Why are you shouting?""It’s Kimberly," Leah said, her voice shaking. "She’s in the hospital… she is bleeding. She should be in the theater now."Richie froze for a moment, processing the weight of
Jack stood up abruptly, staring at Mariam. This confession was pressing on his chest, he needed to get it out, and it had to be now."Hey!" Jack called out.Mariam looked up, her expression soft yet curious. They had just gotten back together. After the romance and the relief of being reunited, the last thing she wanted was more drama. She could sense his agitation but wasn’t ready for more problems."Jack, what’s this about? Can’t it wait? We’ve just made up. Let’s not spoil this moment," she said, her tone gentle but firm.Jack shook his head. "No, Mariam, it can’t wait. I need to get this off my chest. You don’t know how much it’s been eating at me. I can't keep holding onto this anymore."Mariam sighed. "Jack, if it’s something from the past, leave it there. We’ve both moved on from the mistakes. Do we need to drag up more things that’ll only hurt us?"Jack clenched his fists, the words he had been rehearsing in his head now stumbling over themselves. He had to tell her. "Mariam,
After they had the discussion about Tasha.. Mariam decided to go home.. that night was long and restless for the both of them. In their separate apartments, they tossed and turned, unable to ease the pain in their hearts. Mariam laid on her back in her room staring up at the ceiling, her mind filled with anger, sadness, and confusion. She hated that this was happening again, she hated that Jack had once again betrayed her but a part of her still loved him.Jack wasn’t any better off either.. Lying on his bed, he replayed every word of their argument in his head. Her last words kept taunting him "when will I ever enjoy a relationship without betrayals" that stucked in his head. And he wished to rewrite the whole beliefs she had for him. Knowing fully well that he is a good man and will always be. That night was just a big mistake.Morning came slowly, their sleepless night etched on both their faces."Maybe it wasn’t worth fighting anymore. Maybe it was time to stop holding onto th
Jack’s face shifted from surprised to confused, as if Mariam had just suggested something outrageous. He let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head. “Fire Tasha? Seriously. Has it gotten to that?”Mariam, arms crossed, was in no mood for his deflection. She raised an eyebrow, her voice cold and sharp. “Yes, of course.”Jack’s expression softened as he sighed, placing his cup of coffee down on the table. “Mariam, it was all a mistake. It hasn’t gotten to firing her.”Mariam’s eyes flared with irritation. She leaned forward, her hands resting on her knees as if ready to jump into another fight. “So, what do you plan on doing, Jack? Keep her in the office so she can make more ‘mistakes’? Because I’m not going to sit around waiting for the next time she mysteriously shows up in your bed.”Jack shook his head, clearly frustrated. “Babe, that’s not going to happen again. I’ve told you, nothing will ever happen between us again. It was a stupid, drunken night. I barely even rem
As Dazzle gripped the steering wheel, the hospital loomed ahead.Tears blurred his vision, but he didn’t care. The emotional rollercoaster he was feeling was heavier than anything physical he was feeling at the moment.He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, shaking his head in disbelief at everything…He didn’t want to believe that the baby, his baby, was gone…He was angry and frustrated at the same time. First, for Kimberly trapping him in this marriage and secondly, the sorrow of losing his first ever child. He wanted the baby so much even though his feelings for Kim had always been so complicated. The news of Kim losing his baby hit him so hard…As he parked and made his way toward the hospital doors, his feet felt heavy. Each step brought him closer to facing the reality that Kimberly had lost their child. He was conflicted, his heart racing. He didn’t know how he was going to handle it.Finally, he entered the hospital room and saw her. Kimberly was lying there, her face pale, he
Two days later, Kimberly was discharged from the hospital, and things had been different since they arrived home, so different that she barely recognized her own life. Dazzle, the same man who had been distant and sometimes cold, had transformed overnight. Now, he spoiled her in ways she never expected.“Kim, sit down. I’ll get it,” Dazzle insisted for the fifth time that morning as he rushed to grab her a glass of water.“I’m just trying to pick up a pin, Dazzle,” Kim said, shaking her head, amused but touched by how he wouldn’t even let her lift a finger.“Nope. No picking up pins. Not today, not tomorrow. I got this,” Dazzle said, grinning as he handed her the glass. “You just relax.”Kim smiled as she took a sip, sinking back into the plush pillows on the couch. It felt strange, being pampered like this, but at the same time, it was comforting. She still couldn’t believe how much had changed in just a few days. They had lost their baby, but somehow, in the midst of that loss, sh