He is no longer wearing his coat, and the polo shirt is folded up to the elbow, emphasizing the muscles in his arms. Trence's jaw tightens, his eyebrows are shot, and he is now talking to someone on the phone. I don't know who he is talking to, but from the expression on his face, something terrible is happening. As he finishes the call, he turns back to me with a steely resolve in his eyes. "I already know who is behind that photo," he says firmly. He walked back in front of me, but I quickly stopped him. "Don't come near me," I said to him. He stopped, but there was a surprise in his look. "Why?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. "Just don't come near me; stay where you are," I said, holding a tissue around my nose. "Are you sick?" he asked. I already vomit into his chest when he goes near my table. It's the same feeling that I feel when I'm outside my office. I smelled something wrong, and my stomach couldn't handle it. He tried to step, but I stopped him with my stare.
I quickly got up when I felt the nausea wanted to escape my mouth and rushed to the bathroom, barely making it in time before vomiting. I immediately knew something was seriously wrong with the sandwich and vowed never to eat from that place again. As I washed my mouth out and tried to calm my racing heart, I couldn't shake the feeling of disgust and regret for not trusting my initial instincts. The taste and smell of the food lingered in my mouth, making me feel even more nauseous.Someone gently taps my back and gives me a napkin. Gratefully taking the napkin, I wipe my mouth and see Trence offering me a water bottle. I thank them profusely, still feeling shaky and weak from the sudden illness. As I sip the water, I can't help but wonder what could have caused the sandwich to make me so sick. Was it expired? Contaminated with something? I shudder at the thought, grateful for the kindness of the stranger who came to my aid. As I finished the water, I began to feel slightly better,
The news hit me like a ton of bricks, overwhelming me with emotions I couldn't comprehend. My mind raced with a million questions, doubts, and fears. How would you say it to Trente? Would I be able to handle this responsibility on my own? As I sat there in bed, a million possibilities and scenarios played out in my mind as I struggled to accept that my life was about to take an unexpected turn. Trence is the only one I had sex with, from what I remember. It was frickin' a one-time stand, and now this bombshell is dropping on me. I couldn't help but feel a mix of shock, confusion, and uncertainty as I tried to process the news. The doctor left me after he announced my pregnancy. I knew I had to decide soon, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being completely overwhelmed by the situation. My mind raced with questions about my next steps and how I would navigate this new chapter in my life. Trence came back into the room, concern evident in his eyes. He reached out and took my hand, o
This human being inside of me will grow into something dark and destructive, feeding off of the guilt and shame that consumed me. Deep down, I knew I had made a grave mistake that would haunt me for the rest of my days. The love and connection I had found that night now seemed like a distant memory, overshadowed by the pain and regret that filled my heart. I realized that true love couldn't be built on lies and deceit, and I was left alone to face the consequences of my actions. I will grow this child alone, knowing that the darkness within me will only continue to grow as a reminder of my past mistakes. I vowed to do everything in my power to protect this innocent life, even if it meant sacrificing my own happiness in the process. I emailed Tracy to say that I will resign from my job. I need to do something, but I need to figure out where to start or how I will navigate this new chapter of my life as a single parent. I hope to find the strength and courage to make things right and
I had no choice when Trence took me to his house. I'm here again in his big house. He hasn't let me leave the car since he started it again. I noticed the imposing gates closing behind us as we approached the front entrance. He brought me here again; maybe later, the woman who kicked me out suddenly returned. "Are you sure I'm welcome to live here?" I asked him directly in his eyes. "I don't want to be kicked out again. It was humiliating," I added. He smiled and assured me that I was welcome to stay. "I'll just put your things in your room; wait for me in the kitchen," he said before disappearing down the hallway. I couldn't shake the unease as I waited, wondering if history would repeat itself. I sat on one of the dining chairs and waited for her. How can I hide this pregnancy from him if I live with him? I needed to devise a plan quickly before he noticed my growing belly. Maybe I could pretend to be sick until I figured out my next move. As I sat there, my mind raced with poss
He walked through me, and gently grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. I could feel my heart racing as he drew me in, his presence overwhelming me in the best way possible. Despite knowing the risks of getting too close to him, I could not resist his magnetic charm. As our bodies drew nearer, I couldn't help but wonder if crossing that line from professional to personal was a risk worth taking. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and in that moment, all I wanted was to let go of my inhibitions and give in to the undeniable chemistry between us. But as his lips brushed against mine, I knew this was a dangerous game. The consequences of mixing business with pleasure flashed through my mind, but the allure of his intoxicating presence was too strong to resist. In that fleeting moment of uncertainty, I decided to throw caution to the wind and let myself be consumed by the passion building between us. As our embrace deepened, I knew this risky venture would lead to the ultimate d
"No one will know," he whispered. He grabbed my waist, pushing me to the sink counter behind me. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the desire that pulsed through me, but I couldn't control myself to give in to the passion that was building between us. The rational part of my brain reminded me of the consequences, but in that moment, it was a losing battle against the overwhelming attraction I felt towards him. As his lips grazed my neck, sending shivers down my spine, I struggled to maintain my resolve. But when his hands moved lower, igniting a fire within me, I knew I was teetering on the edge of giving in. The internal struggle continued as I tried to push him away, but deep down, I knew I was already on the brink of surrendering to the undeniable chemistry between us. His touch was electric, sending waves of desire through my body. I could feel my defences crumbling as he held me closer, his breath warm against my skin. The pull toward him grew more robust with every heartbe
Trence sighed but nodded in agreement, acknowledging the boundary I was trying to establish. "Alright, go ahead and order something. And make sure it's something healthy," he grinned. I couldn't help but smile back, grateful for his concern despite the complicated nature of our relationship. As I reached for my phone to place the food delivery order, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that I had stood my ground in prioritizing my personal well-being. It was essential to set boundaries in the workplace, especially with someone like Trence, who seemed to blur the lines between professional and personal. Trence brought his laptop and papers here to my office. He works on the couch. "I'll make Kate get your food and bring it here." I thanked Trence for his offer but politely declined. I knew it was vital for me to take a break from work and physically step away from the office, even if just for a short time, to get some fresh air. I got to the front desk to get my food. W
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