It is lunchtime; I ordered online because I forgot to bring my lunch earlier. I am in the elevator, waiting for the number to come down. I can't move or even breathe in this four-corner elevator because I am with the woman who suddenly came to my office. Yes, it is Trence's mom. I had no intention of riding the elevator earlier when I saw that she was the only one on board, but she asked me if I would ride the elevator. I did not say anything; I forced a smile to answer her. I feel like we've been in the elevator for too long. I could feel the cold sweat forming on my forehead as well as in the groins of my body. She broke the silence between us. "You were the girl earlier, right?" she asked behind my back. I faced her as a show of respect. I bowed my head and said, "Yes, ma'am." I politely smile when I raise my head. I could sense her curiosity as she continued to study me. "What is your name?" she inquired, breaking the tension between us. I took a deep breath before responding, "
As we approach my favorite restaurant, I am greeted by a familiar smell. My mouth starts to water at the scent of charcoal and meat filling the air. I can immediately see myself enjoying a satisfying supper, which is always great. I feel completely at home because of the warm ambiance and the conversation among the other diners. I get excited because I know I'm going to love every bite of my favorite meal, and the open cooking area's lively atmosphere is enhanced by the sound of sizzling food off the grill. An unforgettable eating experience is created by the cozy ambiance, which is further enhanced by the rustic decor and soft lighting. The anticipation of the delectable excitement that lies ahead makes me smile as I take my normal seat. I'm always satisfied and looking forward to my next visit because of the harmonious blend of flavors and textures. I feel even more at ease and acquainted because of the kind staff who welcomed me with a smile. This restaurant consistently provides m
"I'm so sorry for earlier," Mr. Lee apologized when he entered my office again. He was about to go home when he suddenly entered my office again. The work is about to finish, and I don't need his apology. He sat in the chair before the desk as if the office belonged to him and his rank was the same as mine. He did not act like a CEO again. "I did not know that she would arrive earlier than I expected, and I also scolded Ms. Cobb; she should not have said I was in your office," he explained. I don't need an explanation. Why would I need one? I did not look at him; I continued doing my work but quickly glanced at him. He looks like a boyfriend who made his girlfriend mad, so he seduces her. "Are you done with your work?" he asked. I did not respond. I maintain my posture and expression. He cleared his throat; I only paid attention to him there. "I need you for my next meeting in Saltlik; it's 6:00 in the evening," he said, returning to his CEO attitude. He is not looking at me, but
As we reached the outside of the building, I saw a familiar car park in front. The valet gave the key to Mr. Lee. He opened his car and sat in the driver's seat. I entered the car and sat in the back seat. A few minutes ago, we were still staying. I looked at the front in wonder. I saw an eyebrow arched in the mirror, and that's when I realized I should be in the passenger seat. I made Mr. Lee look like my driver. I quickly got out of the car and moved to the passenger seat. I put on the seatbelt. I couldn't look at the car next to me, so I just chose to look out the window. I just noticed the reflection of my face because I ignore the shape of my face when I'm at work. My hair is a mess, and my lipstick has worn off. The foundation I put on my face is also disappearing. The bruise on my cheek is still healing. It's not noticeable anymore, but if you look closely at my cheek, you will still notice it. "You can retouch your makeup here," Mr. Lee said while driving. It's embarrassing
Trence and I started eating when I got back from the bathroom. The dish served on the table is different. Maybe Trence has changed the food. My mouth watered when I saw the beautiful caramelized steak on my plate, perfectly seared to a juicy medium-rare. The aroma of garlic and herbs infused in the meat made my stomach growl in anticipation. I couldn't wait to cut into the steak and savor every bite, knowing it would be satisfying. The sight and smell of the dish were enough to make my taste buds dance with excitement. As I picked up my knife and fork, I could practically taste the savory flavors that awaited me. The steak glistened under the light, promising a culinary experience that would be unforgettable. It melts in my mouth. The meat was cooked to perfection, tender, and flavorful, leaving me craving more with each bite. The combination of seasonings and cooking techniques truly elevated the dish to a new level of deliciousness. "I'm glad you like it," Trence spoke with a smile
"Fine, I'll go there," he said, ending the call. The conversation on the phone was not pleasant, but I decided to give Trence some space before asking about it. As he returned his attention to me, I could see a hint of concern in his eyes, signaling that our conversation might take a different turn. "Are you done eating your dessert?" he asked. I nodded, feeling curious and apprehensive about what Trence wanted to discuss. The atmosphere between us had shifted, and I braced myself for whatever was coming next. "Come with me," he added, grabbing my hand and leading me to the restaurant's other side. I couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind as we silently walked together. He is holding my freaking hand. His hand is a lot bigger than mine. When our skin touched, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't ignore the fluttering in my stomach. Where will Trence bring me? I'm unfamiliar with this restaurant, so I must find out
I'm unsure if they heard it, but I can't be mistaken; I heard he said that I'm his girlfriend. I want to protest. I couldn't bring myself to pull away from his grasp, even though I wanted to. My body seemed to be moving independently, following his lead as we walked away from the room. As we continued down the hallway, I couldn't shake the unease in my stomach. My mind was racing with conflicting thoughts about what had just happened. Trence's silent support was comforting and confusing, leaving me torn between wanting to confront him and simply escape the situation altogether. He did not let go of my hands until we reached the restaurant entrance. Once outside, the cool night air helped clear my head as I finally found the courage to speak up and address our tension. Trence's eyes met mine, silently urging me to voice my thoughts. I finally dare to let go of his hand and step back, needing space to gather my thoughts before saying anything that could make the situation worse. Trence
"D-Drenver," I blurted out nervously. He put his arm around me. I should not feel this fear in my chest. As his touch lingered, I couldn't shake the unease within me. The bus ride suddenly felt much longer than anticipated. "Drenver?" he repeated, his voice low and upset. I felt a sense of anxiety wash over me as he held me close; the tension developed with each passing moment. The man's grip tightened slightly, and I could feel his eyes boring into me. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, his tone tinged with suspicion. My heart raced as I struggled to develop a convincing response, the unease growing stronger by the second. "I mean, B-Babe," I stutter. I felt his face close to the side of my face and his breath warm against my skin. "Why do you look nervous? Did you do something wrong?" I could feel the panic rising in my chest, my mind racing to escape this situation. The fear of what he might do next only intensified my anxiety. The fear in his voice sent a shiver down my sp
We all thought that after meeting someone who would cherish us, love us, respect us, and protect us, it'd all have a happy ending, but I learned that sometimes people come into our lives to teach us valuable lessons and help us grow, even if they are not meant to stay forever.I was sitting on the edge of my bed, absentmindedly tracing the patterns on my quilt. The room was so quiet that I could hear the distant hum of traffic outside my window. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sharp ring of my phone. Glancing at the screen, I saw my attorney's name. My heart skipped a beat as I answered."Friah," his voice came through the line, heavy with gravity. "I have some news. Drenver has been found guilty of murder. The jury has sentenced him to life in prison for the murder of Julia."I felt like I couldn't breathe. Even though I'd been bracing myself for this moment, the reality of it hit me like a tidal wave. "I... I don't know what to say," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"I take Maxine Marviz to be my daughter." His eyes were filled with tears as he looked at her. He slowly turned to me.Our world was finally at peace. I was standing here in front of him, trying not to ruin my makeup behind this facade of calmness. His words were a balm to my soul, bringing closure to years of uncertainty and fear."As I finally marry her mother, who captured my heart through the years—the woman who makes me go crazy, loves me, and changes me to be a better person—together, we will create a new chapter in our lives filled with love, happiness, and unity. Our family is now complete with Maxine as our daughter, bound by love and commitment." His voice cracked with emotion as he reached out to hold my hand. As I looked into his eyes, I knew that all of the challenges we had faced together had led us to this moment of pure happiness and love.With tears in my eyes, I whispered, "I love you," and felt his grip on my hand tighten, solidifying our bond forever."Thank you fo
"I want my daughter back, Friah," Drenver said with a determined edge to his voice, his eyes flickering with mixed emotions. We were alone in the kitchen. I told Trence I could talk and face Drenver because I knew he was just in the house if something happened. "Whose daughter are you talking about?" I asked without leaving his stare. "You have no daughter here." Drenver was leaning on the sink. "I know you already know what I'm talking about. Trence was not the father of Maxine," he said. He slowly walked towards me. I stepped back as he went near me. "I am," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "And I'll do whatever it takes to get her.""No, I would never let you take her away from us," I said firmly, my heart racing with fear and anger. Drenver's eyes darkened as he reached out to grab me, but I quickly dodged his touch. "Get out of my house," I firmly said. Drenver's face twisted into a sinister grin as he backed away, his eyes never leaving mine. "You can try to stop me,
Days went by, and the doctors told me that I could already be discharged from the hospital. I was relieved to finally be able to go home and see my daughter, whom I missed dearly during my time in the hospital. I couldn't wait to hold her in my arms and make up for lost time."Are you sure you are okay already?" Trence asked concern etched on his face. I assured him that I was feeling much better and couldn't wait to get back to our normal routine with our daughter by our side.I nodded. He guided me towards the wheelchair. Trence wheeled me out of the room; the tension in the air was palpable, overshadowing the relief of finally leaving the hospital. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the urgent call from the doctor, the words "code red" sending a shiver down my spine. They were running towards the ICU.I exchanged a worried glance with Trence, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on both of us. Could it be? Julia? The thought sent a wave of mixed emotions crashing over me.
I'm holding my son's hand while we are walking the path filled with roses. The sun was shining brightly overhead, casting a warm glow on the vibrant flowers. I couldn't help but smile as I watched my son's eyes light up with wonder at the beauty surrounding us. The sweet scent of the roses filled the air, creating a peaceful atmosphere as we strolled together. At that moment, I felt grateful for this simple yet precious moment with my son."'Mommy, it's time," Max said. "Maxine was waiting for you." I knelt to hug my son, feeling a mix of pride and sadness as he prepared to let go of my hand. With a bittersweet smile, I whispered, "I love you, Max.""I love you, Mom," he whispered back.He let go of me and started running away from me. As I watched him go, all I could think was that he would run like that with Maxine by his side. He left me in the middle of the field. I stood there, not knowing where to go next, feeling a sense of emptiness. The sun began to set, casting a warm glow o
"I already talked to the security. He can't go near you again." Trence said. He laid me down on the bed, leaning on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat against my back—steady and reassuring. Trence gently ran his fingers through my hair, soothing me with his touch. I closed my eyes, feeling safe and protected in his arms."He said something," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Trence paused, his fingers stilling in my hair as he waited for me to continue. "He said that he was Maxine's father."Trence's grip on my waist slightly tightened, his expression turning serious. "Maxine's father?" he repeated, his voice laced with concern. I nodded."We never did it, even when we were in a relationship. I don't know how this could have happened." Trence pulled me closer, his embrace providing comfort and support."Should I believe him?" I could feel his heart beating against mine, a steady rhythm that reassured me. "I don't know," Trence finally said, his voice soft but firm."Maybe he's
Our moment was interrupted by a sudden call, but neither of us wanted to let go. "Ignore it," he mumbled against my lips, his hands moving with urgency. I couldn't resist him any longer, giving in completely to the passion that consumed us both.The call wouldn't stop ringing, and eventually, we had to reluctantly pull away, both of us breathless and wanting more. "We'll continue this later," he promised, his eyes filled with desire as he finally answered the call.As he spoke on the phone, his facial expression changed from desire to annoyance, clearly irritated by someone he was talking to."What do you mean, he was out?" Trence exclaimed, his voice rising in frustration. His body tensed as he listened to the response, and I could see the anger building in his eyes.I could tell he was struggling to keep his composure; his jaw clenched tightly as he tried to maintain control. After hanging up the phone, he turned to me with a forced smile, but I could see the tension still lingering
I run, trying to find my daughter, my heart pounding in my chest. Panic set in as I called out her name, the fear of the unknown creeping up on me. I asked her nanny where she was, but when she pointed out where Maxine was, she was not there.I felt my breath quicken as I frantically searched every corner of the room, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. The realization that my daughter was missing sent a wave of pure terror through me, causing me to break out in a cold sweat."Why did you leave your sight with her?" I demanded, my voice shaking with a mixture of anger and fear. The nanny's apologetic expression only fueled my panic further, as I struggled to keep my emotions in check while desperately trying to think of where she could have gone.Trence walked towards me. "What's happening?" he asked when he saw the look of distress on my face."I can't find my daughter." I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I anxiously explained the situation to him, my heart pounding in
We picked a restaurant and decided to eat there. Maxine was the one to pick it up, and she decided to go to a place where my favorite foods were. The last time I ate here was when I ate with Drenver. The place never changed, but the memories flooded back as we sat down at our table. Maxine looked up at me with a small smile and a silent apology in her eyes. I reached out and squeezed her hand. Trence smiled warmly at her."Mommy, this was your favorite, right?" She showed me the burger the same size as her face. She used both of her hands to pick it up.She knows because when I was unpacking some of my things, she saw different pictures; one of them was of this restaurant while I was eating with Drenver. The guy she said that she talked to was Drenver, but it was not true; maybe it was just her imagination.I smiled and nodded. Her nanny took the burger and sliced it into smaller pieces so she could eat it. The table was silent as we all enjoyed our meal. My daughter's eyes lit up wit