Abram, please don’t leave me. I can’t live without you.
I love you.
I abort the baby for you.
Why are you doing this to me? What have I ever done to you?
You did the right thing by divorcing a whore.
Myra’s voice was stabbing Abram’s heart. Her tearful face, the hurt, and sorrow in her eyes pleaded with him, but he never cared. Every time she tried talking to him, he was blinded by the lie woven by Ruby. She knew how much Abram hated when someone broke his trust, and she played the same card to instigate him against Myra.
If not for fate, making him come face to face with Myra in the club or her working in the same office, h
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Dr. Sarah was Myra’s gynecologist for a very long time and under whose supervision she had her abortion done. Knowing she knew about her medical history and could be trusted, Myra went straight to her. But what Myra wasn’t expecting was the shocking news. It was only one night she spent, a night she regretted and the night that compelled her to lose her hope and love for Abram. She was lost and speechless; it was when Sharon nudged her and tilted her head towards the doctor she realized her face gave away her fear.“Are.. are you sure, Dr. Sarah?”“Well, positive. I see you are surprised; after your abortion last time, it’s good you took time for the next pregnancy.”She added, “it’s the perfect time for you to plan your pregnancy. frequent abortion or miscarriag
I had to gain his trust first, make him believe that I wanted to work on our marriage, and then make him sign the paper, was the only thought running in Myra’s mind. It was tricky, but she felt this was the only way out. Earlier she got played by him, but she will take things into her hands this time. Knowing how adamant Abram is by nature, she can’t fight him, not with the law currently in his favor, but that doesn’t mean she was old Myra who would sit back and do nothing. She would protect her baby even if it meant she had to pretend to be submissive. “I will do anything for you, even if I have to tolerate him around me,” she mumbled, rubbing her still flat belly. Elijah’s words were resonating in her mind, ‘not eve
“I will make the dinner, no need for takeaway.”Abram was surprised when Myra offered to cook dinner instead of food takeaway, which made him smile even broader; however, what he didn’t know was that Myra was dead nervous as if she was going on a mission, and to divert her mind, she offered to cook.Abram sat on the couch in the living room, reminiscing the time they used to have dinner together. It’s been more than 2 years since he ate food prepared by her, and he was looking forward to savoring her taste again. Gradually things were working on their own for Abram, and he felt it was not the time for him to talk about the past and spoil their present.He closed his eyes, moaning silently after tasting her food. He couldn’t help but say out, “It’s amazing,” to wh
“Please, please, no!" Myra screamed in newfound dread, shaking her head violently.Heeding no attention to her resistance, Abram continued to leave kisses over her neck and collar bone. Feeling the remnant of her clothes as an obstacle, he tears them before planting another kiss on her bra-clad swell. She used every ounce of her energy to push him, only for him to kiss her with fervor. When he loosened his hold on her wrists to unzip his trousers, she punched, but it only aggravated the already raging desire.Since the day Abram tasted Myra in his apartment, it was turning strenuous for him to stay away from her, and after learning the truth of her innocence, he had to put up every resistance for the sake of earning her forgiveness and trust. But something snapped inside him when he learned his naive wife was ready to escape him. Fear like never before ar
Abi,By the time you get this letter, I would have already left this place. I wanted to meet you before leaving, but I didn’t have the heart to face you and make you feel more miserable. I know you are going through many things, and seeing me every day makes it worse for you. I wish I could help you, but I need to gather myself with everything that has happened.I don’t blame you for what happened to me. Yes, I was hurt and found myself asking why Ruby aunty did what she did to me? Why did she go to such an extent? What did she gain? But one look at her paled face now, and I found myself forgiving her.That day you said you would forgive your mother once you earn mine and Myra’s forgiveness. I’m lessening your burden, and I forgive Ruby Aunty from the bott
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