Ladies dream about getting married to the man of their dreams. They feel it completes them, and they'd live a happy and contented life when they do that. But what they never think about is what would become of them if the man didn't love them back. Annabelle Davis was one of these women. She had married Ethan, the love of her life. Her life crumbled when her daughter died, and Ethan divorced her immediately, leaving her to bear the burden of the loss alone. He then got engaged to his ex-girlfriend two weeks after the divorce. However, years later, he comes back and tries earnestly to gain her forgiveness and have her back. Would she forgive him for the hurt he caused her, or would she keep making him pay for treating her like she was less of a human?
View More/Annabelle's POV/"What is wrong with you?!" I screamed, my heart pounding with intensity, and I'd swear that if it continued this, it'd rip out of my chest.I hated the fact that he dared to trail me home, but it scared me more that he could run into Stacey. "I just needed to talk to you, Ann. You didn't give me a choice since you have practically been avoiding me since you got back. This just seemed like my only option." He said, his face hardening defensively."By following me?" I asked, incredulous. "That's stalking Ethan."Ethan's hands rose in defence. "No, that's not it...." He started, but I interrupted. "I don't care what your excuse is Ethan. You have no right to follow me.""I know, I know," he said, running his hands through his hair, something he usually did when he was getting frustrated. "You know? Yet you followed me regardless," I said, laughing dryly, taking a deep breath as I glanced across my shoulder to ensure there wasn't a sign of Stacey playing outside the c
/Annabelle's POV/"What nonsense are you spewing?!" Penelope said her face red beet with fury. "If this is a joke, you better stop it because it isn't funny."A smug grin grew on my face, and I leaned against my chair, steeling my fingers together, amusement creeping in. "The last time I checked Pen, I might be a lot of things, but I'm not a clown. You are done here; your contract has been terminated; I'm even surprised you came to work today."Penelope's eyes bulged out, her fist tightening. "You can't do this! Ethan, tell her! She can't do this!"Ethan shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to avoid Penelope's desperate gaze. "I'm sorry, Pen..." He started, but she cut him off."No, Ethan, don't." She said, her voice laced with desperation. "You can't let her do this, right? "Ethan's jaw clenched, a hint that he was about to make a tough decision. "Penelope, I'm sorry, but the decision has been made. The board thinks you should focus more on your health rather than this job." H
/Annabelle's POV/ "I thought... you were dead," she replied, her face pale and her lips parting with shock. I chuckled dryly. "Well, let's just say rumours of my demise were exaggerated," "Seems to me like you haven't lost your touch, cousin," Rico said, his gaze directly on Ethan. "You outdid yourself with the party, I'd give you that." "Cousin?" Penelope said, her poise restored as she flashed a venomous smile. "How quaint. Your desperation is quite an ugly look, " her voice dripped with malice. " It's crazy you've grown worse over the years. So now you have advanced to leaching on men for their money, right?" "Penelope, that's Enough..."Ethan interceded. "No, Mr Thompson. Let her speak." I interrupted, my eyes locked with Penelope. "I'm intrigued." "Just a piece of advice though, selling your body to men doesn't mean they'd love you," she finalised, her grip on Ethan's hand tightening once again. I chuckled, my eyes dancing with amusement. "Oh Penelope, years hav
/Annabelle's POV/"Mom, why do we have to move again?" Stacey, my daughter's tiny voice, echoed in the plane as she stared at me with her big blue eyes.Stacey's poignant features always reminded me of Ethan, her father, since she looked a lot like him. Her bright blue eyes, chiselled jawline, and mischievous grin were all similar to Ethan's. Even the small birthmark shaped like a crescent moon on her left shoulder was similar to his.I took a deep breath. "Stacey, we've talked about this; we need to relocate because mummy has to go to work."I had intentionally included the condition to fire Penelope to get Ethan off my back since, if I remember correctly, all he'd ever done was follow Penelope around like he was a lost puppy.However, his quick agreement and willingness had caught me off guard. So here I was, on the next plane to New York to keep my end of the bargain."But I liked Las Vegas," she whined, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I had friends, plus I don't think it's
/Annabelle's POV/"Hey babe. It's fine, I'm very sure Mr Thompson knows better, " I replied, snuggling into Rico's hold as I played along with his little act, a feeling of relief washing over me.Thank goodness he'd arrived. I wanted so badly to get away from the uncomfortable conversation I was having with Ethan.Ethan's gaze lingered, and his eyes darkened. However, I ignored him as I rested my head on Rico's shoulder. "So you both are together now? I thought you were just work colleagues, " Ethan asked, his tone laced with underlying tension.I raised an eyebrow, a subtle smile playing on my lips."Even though I don't see how that's any of your business, Mr Thompson, of course we are. We keep our personal and professional lives aside, something I have studied you have a problem with." I replied, my voice calm and collected even though I was irritated by his presence."I'd suggest you take lessons."Rico's hand tightened around my waist, and Ethan's jaw clenched, his fist tightening
/Ethan's POV/ "More, please," I told the bartender as I downed yet another shot of whiskey, still trying desperately to recover from the shocking revelation that just exploded right to my face. Annabelle was alive! She looked different from what I remembered. Her raven black hair cascaded down her back, longer and more luscious than before. Her curves had widened, accentuating her hourglass figure, and her eyes sparkled with a fire that left me breathless. Confidence radiated through her being, and her presence commanded attention, totally different from the once timid Annabelle that I used to know. "Ding!" My phone beeped, darting me back to reality to indicate I was getting a message. "What the heck!" I growled as I saw the notification from the bank indicating yet another debit. "Debit alert: $500,000 withdrawn from joint account. Penelope! Not Again! This was the 2nd absurd debit I was getting today. First, the channel "Diamond Forever Classic" Handbag. Now this?
/Annabelle's POV/"Annabelle?" I heard immediately I stepped into the boardroom, my eyes locking with a familiar pair of blue eyes that once made my heart skip a beat. Ethan.His eyes widened, and colour drained from his face as he stared at me like he had seen a ghost. He still looked devilishly handsome even more than I remembered. His features seemed more refined, his jawline sharper and his piercing blue eyes held the same intensity that had once captivated me.However, the sight of him made my blood boil, stirring up emotions I thought I'd long buried.**************FLASHBACK *******************I slowly opened my eyes, grogginess clouding my mind. Pain radiated through my body and I winced, trying to lift my head. A gentle hand pushed me back onto the pillow. "Easy child", a soft raspy voice whispered, and my gaze fell on a stranger. An old man with kind eyes and a warm smile."Who...who are you? " I stammered, confusion swirling. "I'm Mr Thomas. You have been in my care for s
/Ethan's POV/SIX YEARS LATERI sat in my car, surrounded by the city's evening shadows. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft hum of distant traffic.I held my phone, staring at the picture plastered on the screen. It was a picture of Annabelle and me. Annabelle's bright smile radiated beside me, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at me, holding onto my hands as if they were a lifeline. My expression, however, was cold, emotionless, and detached.I remember that day vividly; my grandfather forced me to take a picture with Annabelle shortly after the wedding. "Create memories," he'd said, but I'd been angry, livid in fact.And now, when I'd give anything to see that smile again, even a glimpse of it, it was impossible. She was gone, and it was my fault. As I gazed at the phone, my hands tightened around the phone, my grip almost crushing. *************FLASHBACK*****************"Where is he?!" Diane's voice echoed in the room, her voice laced with venom as she
/ANNABELLE'S POV/"So what does it say?" Diane questioned, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. I stared at her blankly as I tried to speak, but it appeared that my words were stuck in my throat. "Okay, come on, Annie, you are scaring me", she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she strode towards me and took the plastic stick that I was holding from my hand."Oh wow. Two pink lines, " she muttered, shock evident on her face as though she had just seen a ghost. "Annie, so what are you going to do now?" She continued after taking a deep breath, her voice laced with concern."I don't know. But I think I have to tell him about the baby...he is the father, so he deserves to know, right?" I replied, my voice low as I was still in shock about the revelation. Annie's eyes widened as she stared at me like I had lost my mind. "You are going to tell him about the baby? After throwing you out of his company like you were less of a human?"Diane was still pissed about the incident that hap
/Annabelle's POV/I stared at the freshly baked cake in front of me on the dining table, the sweet aroma filling the air. The frosting gleamed in the kitchen lights, and the bold letters made my heart skip a beat. My lips widened into a big smile.It was my 5th anniversary with the love of my life, Ethan, and I couldn't help but feel so excited about it. Our marriage hadn't been a fairy tale since it was a result of a one-night stand that had led to an unwanted pregnancy and shotgun wedding orchestrated by his grandfather before he died."Ding!" The doorbell rang, bringing me back from my little train of thought. My brow creased in surprise as I glanced at the clock on the wall. 4:45 pm. Ethan wasn't supposed to be home for another hour, but I hoped it was him since I had sent him a message earlier asking him if it was possible to make it home early. I wiped my hands on my apron and headed to the door.As a stay-at-home wife, I had grown accustomed to managing our household and cari
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