Jack and Mariam had spent a lovely evening together, enjoying a delicious dinner at a cozy little restaurant. The ambiance had been perfect—soft lighting, warm colors, and the gentle hum of conversations around them just like Mariam had liked it.. She chose the restaurant herself though.Jack had been completely engrossed in Mariam's company, savoring every moment with her. He’d been seeing her for a few months now, and though things were going well, there was still one aspect of their relationship that hadn’t progressed, their physical intimacy.After dinner, Jack invited Mariam back to his place. It had become something of a routine for them—dinner, a movie, and then maybe a quick night drive around the city. Mariam accepted the invitation with a smile, and they drove back to his place in comfortable silence, holding hands while he drove home.When they arrived, Jack opened the door for Mariam, and they walked into the warmth of his home. As he shut the door behind them, he turned t
Mariam woke up to the early morning light streaming through the curtains, her hand reaching out instinctively for Jack. But instead of finding him beside her, she found an empty space, the sheets already cold. She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and noticed the sticky note on the nightstand. With a sinking feeling in her chest, she picked it up and read the words."I am off to work, your breakfast has been ordered and it's on the way. Don't wait for me. Will be gone for a day or two and leave the keys at the flower vase outside the door. Love, Jack."Mariam frowned, reading the note again, trying to decipher the underlying tone. Jack’s handwriting was neat, almost too perfect, but there was something about the way he’d written the words that made her feel uneasy. The fact that he’d left without waking her up to say goodbye, and the vague “gone for a day or two,” all pointed to one thing: he was upset.She sighed, tossing the note back on the nightstand. She knew last night’s
Dazzle and Kimberly have not been living in peace or talking to each other. It's like they’re living as cat and rat, constantly at each other’s throats.Dazzle stood in the doorway of the living room, his arms crossed and a scowl etched on his face. Kimberly was on the couch, flipping through a magazine, but she wasn’t really reading it. She could feel his eyes on her, the tension between them palpable."Are you being honest and sincere with me and yourself?" Dazzle asked, his voice low but laced with frustration.Kimberly didn’t look up from the magazine. "What’s that supposed to mean, Dazzle?" she replied, her tone cool and detached.Dazzle uncrossed his arms and took a few steps closer, trying to keep his temper in check. "You know exactly what it means, Kimberly. I’ve been thinking about everything and I can’t shake the feeling that I was... trapped."At that, Kimberly finally looked up, her eyes narrowing. "Trapped? Seriously, Dazzle? You think I trapped you into this marriage?"
Jack sat at his desk, scrolling aimlessly through his emails. His mind kept drifting back to the last couple of hours, the argument with Mariam still weighing heavily on him. He tried to focus on work, but the nagging feeling in his chest made it impossible to concentrate.His phone buzzed on the desk, and he glanced down at it. A message from Mariam. He picked up the phone, hoping it was something that would bring them closer, something to bridge the gap between them. But as he read the text, his heart sank."I didn't think telling you to wait was a mistake.. Or probably you were looking for a way to get into my skirt.. And since you couldn't get what you wanted, you moved to another woman. I've never been good at telling people or opening up to how I feel but you made me at some point, to want to try. I laid it bare right into your hands and you left it broken and shattered. We are done, Jack. Go on with your so-called Ava friend. I hope you find happiness".Jack stared at the scre
Leah sat on the coach, scrolling through her phone as the afternoon sun poured through the window. The house was quiet with just the TV sounds of soft music, with Richie out having meetings here and there,working with clients. She found herself in a rare moment of solitude. She sipped on her coffee absentmindedly, her mind drifting until it landed on Mariam.It had been weeks since she last spoke to her, and she suddenly realized how much she missed her friend. She remembered the last time they were together—when she introduced Richie to Mariam, Mrs. Adams and Grandmother. They had laughed, shared stories, and for a brief moment, everything had felt perfect. The evening had gone well, with good food, but now, as she thought back, she realized she hadn’t heard much from Mariam since then. Leah felt a twinge of guilt for not checking in with Mariam sooner. Life had been so hectic lately, with work and trying to juggle the responsibilities of marriage.She quickly tapped Mariam’s number
Leah’s day had been the usual tasks and deadlines in the company. By the time lunchtime rolled around, she desperately needed a break. Deciding to treat herself, she headed to a cozy little restaurant not far from her office, a spot she often visited for a quiet, peaceful meal alongsideDazzleand Richie. As she stepped inside, the warm, inviting aroma of freshly cooked food greeted her, and she sighed in relief. This was exactly what she needed.She found a small table by the window, ordered a salad, and settled in with her phone. But before she could get too engrossed in her emails, she noticed a familiar figure walk into the restaurant. Her heart skipped a beat when she recognized him—Jack.He looked different. Tired, maybe a little lost, as he scanned the room. Leah hesitated for a moment, considering whether to wave or just stay hidden. But then he spotted her, and it was too late. Jack’s eyes lit up with recognition, and he made his way over to her table."Leah, hey!" Jack greete
Jack left the office late, his mind still buzzing with the remnants of the day’s work. He had stayed behind to finish a report that absolutely couldn’t wait, and by the time he shut down his computer, the building was empty and silent. His stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten anything substantial since lunchtime, just a cup of coffee but the thought of heading home to a lonely apartment wasn’t appealing. Instead, he found himself veering towards the small pub down the street, the one he frequented when he needed to unwind.The bar was dimly lit, with a few regulars slouched over their drinks. Jack slipped into a seat at the bar, ordered a whiskey, and took a long, slow sip. The burn of the alcohol felt good, numbing the edges of his thoughts, which were starting to fray under the weight of exhaustion.As he sat there, lost in the amber glow of his drink, he didn’t realize how much time had passed. By the time he finally decided to head home, he was tipsy, but not quite
Jack woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache, his mind foggy from the previous night’s drinks. As he tried to piece together the fragmented memories of the evening, he realized something was off. The unfamiliar weight next to him on the bed made him freeze. Slowly, he turned his head, his eyes widening in shock as he saw the bare back of a woman lying beside him.For a moment, he panicked, hoping against hope that this was some kind of mistake or a bad dream. He stared at the back, trying to remember who it could be, but nothing came to mind. Until when the woman shifted and turned slightly, he caught a glimpse of her face."Tasha?" The name slipped from his lips before he could stop himself.Tasha stirred, stretching like a cat basking in the morning sun, completely oblivious to the shock that was running through Jack’s face. She turned to face him, a lazy smile curling her lips as she saw him sitting up, clutching the quilt around his waist as if it were a shield."Good