I stood in the doorway, my eyes fixed on my mother-in-law's guilty face. The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt my world crashing down around me."You knew," I whispered, my voice trembling with anger and hurt. "You knew about Mira's pregnancy, didn't you?"Martha’s eyes darted away, her gaze avoiding mine. But I saw the truth there, the knowledge that she had been hiding from me all along."You knew, and you still treated me like dirt," I spat, my words laced with venom. "You hated me for no reason, other than the fact that I was the one who didn't know the truth, so this is how you raised your son? This is how you raised Kian?." I shoutedI took a step closer, my heart racing with rage. "You knew that your precious son had gotten another woman pregnant, and you still had the nerve to judge me, to make me feel like I was the one who was wrong, you are no different from Mira, you are just as cunning as she is."My words were met with a stinging slap across my face, the
As I stood in my room, surrounded by the silence and the weight of my doubts, I couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal and hurt. The dress, once a symbol of joy and love, now felt like a suffocating shroud, a reminder of the lies and deception that had torn us apart.I thought back to the moment when I discovered his infidelity, the pain and shock that had left me reeling. And now, on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, I was faced with the impossible task of pretending that everything was fine, that I could just forgive and forget.But I couldn't. I couldn't marry a man who had so callously broken my trust, who had shattered my dreams of a future together. I couldn't bear the thought of spending the rest of my life with someone who had so little respect for me, for our relationship, and for the vows we were about to make.With a heavy heart, I knew what I had to do. I took a deep breath, and with a sense of resolve, I made my way out of the room, out of the churc
As I lay in bed, I gazed at the exquisite gown Kian had sent over, its delicate fabric and intricate details a testament to his thoughtfulness. But my eyes welled up with tears as I realized it was now a poignant reminder of a wedding that would never be.I had been so eager to wear it, to feel like a princess on my special day. But now, it seemed like a cruel mockery, a symbol of a dream that had been shattered into a million pieces.I felt a lump form in my throat as I remembered the happiness and excitement I had felt when I first tried it on. I had envisioned myself walking down the aisle, my heart full of joy, my future bright with promise.But it was all just a illusion, a fragile fantasy that had been cruelly snatched away. And now, the beautiful gown seemed like a painful reminder of what could never be.I buried my face in the pillow, the tears flowing freely as I mourned the loss of my dreams, the destruction of my happiness, and the shattered remains of my heart.My mind ra
It was a warm evening when I traveled back to my fathers mansion. As I stepped out of the car and onto the familiar driveway, a mix of emotions swirled within me. The warm evening sun cast a golden glow over the grand mansion, but my heart felt heavy with the weight of memories and tears. I had been away for what felt like an eternity, and the thought of returning home was both comforting and daunting.As I approached the entrance, the door swung open, and my father's warm smile greeted me. His eyes, filled with a deep love and concern, locked onto mine, and I felt a lump form in my throat. I had missed him so much, and the thought of being back in his embrace was almost too much to bear.With a sob, I flung myself into his arms, feeling the safety and warmth of his embrace envelop me. Tears streamed down my face as I held onto him tightly, the pain and struggles of my journey melting away in his loving grasp. My father's arms held me close, his gentle strokes on my hair and back a so
KIAN Kian's eyes narrowed as he checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. Where is she? The guests were already seated, the music was playing, and the minister was fidgeting with impatience. The elaborate decorations and exquisite flowers seemed to mock him, a cruel reminder of the grandeur that was supposed to be their special day.Just as he was about to send a text message to Vivian, a commotion at the entrance caught his attention. The doors swung open, and he saw Mira rushed in towards him followed by...his mother?"Kian, sweetheart, I have something to tell you," she said, her voice laced with a mix of guilt and determination.She rushed to Kian, her face etched with worry. "Kian, Vivian left when we were at the mansion. She said she was done here, she won't go through with the wedding."Kian's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling with the implications. "What?! Why?! Vivian left me? he asked, his voice low and menacing.His mother took a step back, her eyes da
Mira suddenly smiled and she held Kian's hands “Tell grandfather the truth, it's our baby right”Kian's eyes widened in shock, and his face turned pale as a ghost. He tried to pull his hands away, but Mira held them tight, her smile growing wider."Tell him, Kian," Mira said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Tell your grandfather that the baby I'm carrying is yours."The room fell silent once again, with all eyes fixed on Kian and Mira. The tension was palpable, and the air was thick with anticipation.Kian's grandfather, a wise and aged man with a kind face, looked at Kian with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Kian, what is going on here?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm.Kian hesitated, his eyes darting back and forth between Mira and his grandfather. He seemed to be searching for a way out, a way to escape the truth that Mira was forcing him to reveal.But Mira's grip on his hands only tightened, her smile growing more radiant. "Tell him, Kian," she whispered, her voice
It was a very cold and sad morning when Kian felt everything around him was crumbling, he couldn't begin the search for Vivian because grandfather was in a bad state. As he sat by his grandfather's bedside, holding his frail hand and trying to offer what little comfort he could, Kian's mind raced with thoughts of Vivian's disappearance and the eerie feeling that she was in grave danger.The old man's eyes fluttered open, and he gazed at Kian with a mix of sadness and urgency. "Find...Vivian," he whispered, his voice barely audible.Kian nodded, feeling a lump form in his throat. "I will, Grandfather. I promise."Just then, the door creaked open, and Martha entered the room, her eyes red from crying. She approached the bed, and Grandfather Edward's gaze shifted to her. He looked at her with a deep sadness and regret."Martha, I made a mistake accepting you for my son," he said slowly, his voice weak but filled with emotion. "Even though I knew what you were capable of, I still accepted
As Kian stood amidst the somber gathering, his eyes wandered across the room, taking in the familiar faces etched with grief. The air was heavy with the scent of flowers and the soft murmur of condolences. The pale light that filtered through the windows cast a melancholic glow on the scene, as if the sun itself was mourning the loss of Grandfather Edward.Kian's gaze settled on the array of photographs that adorned the walls, each one telling a story of happier times. He saw his grandfather's bright smile, his twinkling eyes, and his warm embrace. The memories came flooding back, and Kian's heart felt like it was shattering all over again.He remembered the countless times Grandfather Edward had been there for him, offering words of wisdom and comfort. He recalled the way his grandfather's eyes would light up when he spoke about his love for nature, and the way his face would soften when he spoke about his late wife.As Kian's thoughts drifted back to the present, he noticed a faint