We will find a way out of this.
When Abram heard Sharon say, he couldn’t help but barge into the room, and when he saw Myra holding hands or hiding behind Elijah, he decided to prepare the legal document as soon as possible. He was sure Ronan would come in handy in this regard too. When he confessed to Elijah he would take care of Myra, he was nothing but sincere. However, deep down, he was afraid Myra would lookout for options to get away from his clutches.
He knew what he was doing was wrong, but every accused was given a second chance, and in his case, he too was a victim of his mother’s game. He needed Myra’s trust just once, and he would swear he would take a bullet for her or their unborn child.
He waited patiently for Myra to settle on the bed, and once he was sure she was com
Myra was surprised when she saw Abram ringing the bell instead of using the keys to open it. A moment later, a woman in her forties opened the door and greeted them.“Did Ronan give you the details?” he asked but failed to notice Myra still at the threshold.“Yes, Sir,” came her curt reply.“This is my wife whom you would be taking ca—” he abruptly stopped when he followed the woman’s gaze and found Myra still standing outside.“Myra,” he said, walking towards her and added, “this is Ann, your caretaker.”“I don’t need anyone since I won’t—”Abram interrupted her and faced A
When Myra woke up, she found herself to be alone, and the other side of the bed was cold, meaning Abram had woken a while ago. She was still in a daze, thinking about how she ended up in his apartment, but what could she do? This was her biggest chance. Knowing how stubborn Abram was when he wanted to be, she had to take the bait. Either suffer for three months with him or get stuck with him for a longer time. Not to forget, with the birth of the baby, it will be more difficult to get out of his claws. I only have to survive for three months with him, she told herself. She took a deep breath to start the day with a mission. A mission to not get influenced by him, a mission not to let him manipulate her already messed up hormones. “It shouldn’t be difficult. The worst has passed; he said he won’t touch me,” she murmured to herself while taking a shower. When she turned the shower off and was looking for clothes, at that moment, it struck her. Her clothes. She didn’t know she would
“And your return gift is ready," Myra replied with excitement that confused Abram, who could help look at his beaming wife from head to toe.Unfazed by the lack of any change in her, he marched towards her with his burning desire. grabbing her by her waist and said, “I know you are always ready for me, baby,"Before Myra could grasp or react, he pulled her closer and smashed his lips over her parted ones. Taken aback at first, she melted with the kiss but soon, she was brought to her senses when her hands holding the gift trembled. The more she tried to pull away and talk, the more he deepened the kiss. Reading her intent to break the kiss, he grabbed the nape of her neck and entered his tongue into her. It was only when Myra bit his lips did he break the kiss in surprise.
When Abram went out, Myra sprinted into action and immediately locked the door. She went back to the closet and retrieved the box. Her fingers acted on her own, and she found herself opening the lid against her nagging conscience. She inhaled deeply when she found the pictures and the messages still intact. To her horror, the empty packet of condoms used that night was still enclosed in the last box. “He still kept it with him; why?" she asked no one. “Maybe by mistake, it was left behind. What was I even thinking that He had kept it as a souvenir?" she mentally slapped herself for letting a mere memory cloud her rationality. Keeping the box back in its place, Myra pulled the clothes out that Abram got for her. Pink! “He thinks buying clothes in my favorite color will make him win. Keep dreaming," she said, caressing the soft cloth. When she came out of the room, she found Abram sipping his tea while scrolling through his phone. Hearing her footste
Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know.That something wasn't right here?Oh baby, baby, I shouldn't have let you go.And now you're out of sight, yeah.Show me how to want it to be.Tell me, baby, 'cause I need to know now, oh because.My loneliness is killing me (and I).I must confess I still believe (still believe).When I'm not with you, I lose my mind.Give me a sign.Hit me, baby, one more time.
It was already afternoon, but Myra’s mind was restless, recollecting Elijah’s hurtful expression. She knew what she said to him was harsh, and instead of helping him convince Sharon, she ended up hurting him. He was his rational voice and had always looked out for the best for her, and she vented Abram’s frustration on him for no apparent reason. True, he shouldn’t have left her alone with Abram, but Elijah didn't do anything without a concrete reason.She was brought out of her trance when a housekeeper said, “Ma’am, your fruit salad."“But I didn’t ask for it," she replied, glancing at the bowl.Maybe Sharon ordered for me, she thought, and as if on cue, at that moment, her phone rang, displaying Abram&rsquo
“Did you just say us?" Sharon asked with a raised eyebrow surprising Myra at her own words.Since they chose the corner table away from the crowd, their conversation was private from the rest of the crowd.“No..no, I mean," Myra stammered, gaping at her friend.“Myra, it’s okay! I understand. I am always there with you whatever you decide," Sharon comforted, patting her palm.“No, you don’t understand." Myra let out a groan in frustration, slumping in her place.“I don’t understand anything nowadays," she murmured, raking her hair.Shar
It happened in those few seconds. A strong gust of wind scattered her hair, yet Myra stood frozen in her spot, looking at the car, which was just a few meters away from her. Her mind was screaming at her to move, but the sight of a fast car that was about to hit her at any moment glued her to her place. Although her body went numb with the shock, her senses were hyperactive. She could hear Sharon’s incessant scream calling her name. She could see the shock on her face, and the numerous gasps let out by the crowd. The car would hit her any second, and then it would be her end.Myra closed her eyes in fear, praying to the supreme one for the miracle. A second later, as if she resigned to meet her end, her prayers turned into seeking forgiveness for all she did in the world. She wished if she got another chance, she would let all bygones be bygone and live her life without any resentment. She wished she would give her child the best of life if only she could miraculously survive the cra