"What did you just call me?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. His concern faded as he looked at me with surprise and regret. Someone knocked at the door. "Sir, I brought all the food you requested.""You can come in, Katie," he ordered. The door opened, and his secretary entered. He was carrying a lot of food. One person cannot consume that. "Leave it on the center table, and you may leave after," he told her secretary. He followed him. Various foods were laid out. I can't see anything, but it's from well-known restaurants here in Canada. The man still didn't stop asking after leaving Ms. Cobb in the office."Does he always hurt you?" His jaw tightened, as did his fist on the table. "Why don't you just leave him alone?" Why would I answer all his personal questions? Does my work now include my personal life? I looked at his face; its dark expression only brought discomfort to my seat. "Sir, should I go and start working? I'm sure you're busy all day," I said. "Get your bre
Drenver remembered what he told me yesterday. He picked me up from the company. I didn't expect him to remember because he left earlier and didn't remember that he would drop me off at work. He was driving quietly; no one intended to talk to the two of us. He frowned and gripped the steering wheel tightly. He only looked straight at the road. "You're fucking slow, moron!" He yelled at the car in front of us. I was taken aback by his sudden outburst. I smelled alcohol inside the car. Did he drink? Is he drunk? I started to feel uneasy and considered asking him if he was okay to drive. But I hesitated, not wanting to upset him further. "Hey? Are you alright?" I asked without looking directly at him. I'm afraid to meet his eyes because he wants to hurt someone. I could sense his anger radiating off him, and I didn't want to provoke him further. The tension in the car was palpable, and I silently prayed for a safe journey. "Do I look freakin' alright?" he sarcastically said. I soft
"Y-you are just d-drunk," I uttered when he got tired of slapping me. He is just drunk; he doesn't know what he is doing. He is just angry because I slept with a man and broke our promise. He is in pain because of what I did. I find him grabbing his hair and looking out the window painedly. I realize that his anger is coming from a place of hurt and betrayal, and my heart aches for him despite the pain he has caused me. "What did you just say?" He asked with annoyance. "I forgive you," I said. He took a heavy step towards me. "You have nothing to forgive you; I should be the one who will forgive." He pointed a finger at me. "You are nothing but a slutty, whore, and unfaithful girlfriend!" He said and burst out of the room. He left again, and I was left alone. I looked out the window. I saw my reflection. Messy hair, chapped lips, and flushed and wet cheeks. I'm devastated. It never occurred to me that I would end up in this situation. We used to be a happy couple. I should not th
What about my lips? Is it work-related to have this meeting? "Okay, I'm sorry for my attitude these past few days." "I'm sorry, what?" I asked, confused. What do my lips have to do with my job? What should be measured on my lips? Is it super important to have an urgent meeting? "I just can't focus on my work when I see you the other day with your cut in your lips and pimples on your cheeks." He clenched his teeth while saying those words. I still couldn't follow what he was saying. I couldn't get where he was coming from. I was confused and unable to believe what he was saying. How did he see? I did my best not to show my bruise from last night's fight, but it seemed like he noticed anyway. I tried to maintain my composure. "I want to punch him," he said through gritted teeth, his anger palpable. "But I know that won't solve anything." I could see the internal struggle in his eyes as he tried to keep his emotions in check. "I don't know what you're saying. Is this a prank or s
"Hi, babe." I sound anxious when I greet him. "Why did you call me? I am in a freaking meeting with my client." He is pissed. "I just want to check on you," I said. Trying to sound calm despite his irritation. "I'm sorry for interrupting your meeting; I just wanted to ensure everything is okay." "Okay, bye," he said, ending the call. "I love you," I said even after the call ended. I breathed a sigh of relief, even though he made me call. I am happy because he has a client now. I'll go home if he's not angry or drunk later. I continued with my work, but I remembered what Mr. Lee said earlier while napping. Am I too close to my boss? I didn't answer my previous bosses like that. I have respect and principles for the people who are higher than me. "He must be crazy," I said out of nowhere. I shook my head. "He interferes with my life too much," I added. "Who is he to tell me that?" There was an emphasis on my typing on the laptop keyboard. Now, I felt the annoyance of his interfe
I woke up feeling pain in my head and body. I had a strange dream last night. I felt like I had a one-night stand with a stranger. The dream memory lingered in my mind, leaving me unsettled and confused as I tried to shake off the remnants of the dream. The dream's details felt vivid and unsettling, making distinguishing between reality and the dream difficult. I couldn't help but wonder what had triggered such a strange and unsettling dream in my subconscious. Do I remember what happened that night? I am not allowed to absent, even if my body hurts. I got out of bed. I showered and got ready to go in. I left the room and found Drenver cooking in the kitchen. He was wearing an apron. Many dishes are served at the table. I think my true boyfriend is awake today. He saw me walking towards him. "Good morning, Babe!" He said with a smile on his face. I smiled back, grateful for the sense of normalcy after such a strange dream. "Good morning, too, Babe," I replied, relieved he was there.
I stopped typing. I looked at him wide-eyed. He was leaning on the swivel chair, and his legs were crossed. His eyes were deep, and he seemed to await my reaction. What does he mean he misses my being bossy? Did I become bossy in our one-night stand like my dream last night? Or maybe he's just teasing me. I cleared my throat and tried to regain my composure before responding. "I thought you would leave your man yesterday. I'm more handsome than him," he smirked like a dog. I felt a rush of confusion and a hint of flattery at his bold statement, unsure how to respond to his playful arrogance. He is the first person I met who has a bipolar attitude. I can't understand his attitude, but he is my boss, so I need to understand him more. "I'm sorry?" I reacted like usual. "Are you flirting with me, sir?" I also smirk, even though I'm nervous right now. If he brings up the time we had sex, I might go crazy. I'm not ready to hear what I did that night, so I just played on my boss's flirting
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, "
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