There was a rigid knock upon her door and Patricia lifted her gaze from the ice-cream she'd cravingly gorged into since morning. It took all the strength within her to pull herself up from the couch.A few weeks had passed since where we left of, meaning Patricia was already months into her pregnancy and since her stomach already began to come out, she'd spent most of her days indoors with Elena.She sauntered towards her front door, looking through her peep-hole and then her lips slowly parted. She hefted the handle and pulled the door apart to face her—"Father!" Came a surprising tone in her voice and Elena walked into the living room, abandoning her kitchen mittens to embrace her husband. With his arms around her, Gregory didn't hide the disappointment in his eyes the moment he saw his plump daughter with her hands atop her stomach."Patricia" He barely acknowledged her presence before brushing past her shoulders with his suitcase in his hands. Elena placed a kiss across his cheeks
"I need you to put it on."His voice was laced in a certain level of hoarseness and a deeper baritone while Isabella brought her shock-stricken gaze to rest upon what he held in his hands. A shaky breath escaped her lips, seeing the ring she'd left that night of seven years ago.Leonardo placed to the desk and tears stung the back of her eyes. He knew, how long had he know—she thought. Her mind raced with a million thoughts as she took a step back. He pushed. a hard lump down his throat, seeing how much recognition dawned in her amber eyes.With her pupils dilated, Isabella froze looking back and forth, him and the concrete evidence and she knew in that moment that this changes everything."Leonardo" Came a tone barely recognizable from her. It had a vicious crack inside of it and she reached out to his hands. "I can explain—" He forcibly turned his gaze away from her before drawing his hands away.Some part of him doubted that it was not true these past few days, and that even though
There's a popular saying that all things happen for a reason—it could easily be the most beautiful thing to say to someone or the most outrageous, heartless and gut-wrenching words to those that grieve.Loss is inevitable, that much we know.But it doesn't soothe the wounds any better, words like that just tend to dig into it further because once it marinates, you tend to question literally everything. Because in the worst of times, what really was the reason.Elena cleared her throat with the metal cutleries in her hands and occasionally, she lifted her face to gaze into Gregory's. A smile would light up his face for a second or two before a deafening silence would ensue not long after.Her daughter's kept ringing in her ears—"My whole life, father never changed. What makes you think that he's ready to do now" Siting in that chair, Elena wore a benefit of the doubt beneath her lavish lavender evening dress. But sometimes we trust the wrong people at the his words, Gregory seemed to
With a resounding yell, Joan tossed all his belongings to the corridor in a distant heap and she saw them through hazy eyes. Clutching around her hands, a tear fell down her eyes and she sniffled through her crimson-tipped nose.She had spent the rest of the night reeling in what seemed to be a break up with Ivan. But why did it hurt so much even if they weren't together—even if they didn't belong to each other. Joan felt heartbroken coming home to see his stormy grey cardigan and his headsets which she'd acquired from him.He was everywhere in her apartment even when he wasn't here.She could scent his thick cologne and taste him, and he had things at every post and corner which all sort of became clear now that they were over—everything including his toothbrush she had dumped by her door for when he would come back for them.And after thoroughly ravaging her entire drawers and closet until she was sure that every shredded reminder of him was gone, Joan closed her to lean against it.
Not a lot of men can give you an orgasm.But with Daniel Sanderson, it just came easy. A woman's disappointment, they say can be another's blessing. And in all the darkness and the strife, Jazzlyn had somehow managed to cling unto hers.She found Daniel—the one who was once smitten by her step-sister but also the one wrapped around in her arms that very moment. Lying in the bed with a steamy air sizzling up her nose, she exhaled because amidst every tumultuous thing that was going on, somehow he had clawed his way into her heart, somehow he was her most treasured peace. And it made Daniel question whatever he fell for in Isabella anyway and Jazzlyn, whether or not this one would last this time."That was good" Came a feeble whisper from her lips as her hands circled around the moist hair on his chest. He threw her a lingering sensual gaze from above whilst his chin rested into her lustrous hair. She held around the duvet across her chest but Jazzlyn held around Daniel tighter. "Yes
Something bad was about to happen.Finally, Elena had made her way to the driveway of her daughter's mansion and with tears in her eyes, she alighted the uber which had come to a slow halt. Wiping them, she faked as if she hadn't entirely broken down in the back of a stranger's car and wet the divorce papers Gregory had served her.Now bringing her feet out of the car, a soothing breeze whisked into her face and she heaved the painful sigh with the genuine thought that nothing relatively worse could happen that night. But alas, she was wrong.The ugly gut feeling speared her heart after she knocked on the front door for several minutes and Patricia hadn't replied. She usually never took this long and even though, she was like seven months pregnant, she still carried her legs agilely but something was wrong. But it had been more than ten minutes standing atop the portico and Elena looked through the wavering curtains by the windows.She pulled out her phone and dialed her daughter, sti
You know what’s fucking ironic—the saying that is feeling when your whole world crushes to the ground beneath your feet. Because you don’t feel anything when that happens, it’s just numbness and this sharp piecing pain that goes through your ears that for some reason can’t stop. It’s ironic, because you just stare, watch your whole world set ablaze and you’re miserable, only because you can’t do anything to stop it—you can barely even feel anything until the outer-worldly emotions suffix and everything is overwhelming them. You would then take a step back and wonder how exactly did everything get to this point.You may not be able to relate to this, hopefully you will never but in that moment, Isabella was faced the crumbles of her entire life. Because she pushed open the door and was met with her aunt lying across the ground. Without a single waiting thought, she plunged herself to her knees and held Majorie in her hands. Her eyes were closed and her body was as cold as ice with her
"It's been three weeks" There was a crack in Isabella's voice as she mounted the podium in a sheer black dress and holding a mic dressed with roses. Her eyes were as sour as her voice, let's face it, the makeup couldn't even cover how bad she had been fairing since standing in that hospital next to Bryson."I'm sorry, your aunt didn't make it" Were the words she felt would always echo back to her. Not just echo, haunt and stir her guts from the inside out. Whenever it did, she would feel the tears fill her eyes and slowly trickle down her heated face. But she faced the congregation beneath the lavender canopy and she swore she wasn't going to cry now.Not today—not the day of Majorie's funeral.There were flowers everywhere and a bunch of sad, long face. There was an eerie stench of loss and grief that lingered in the atmosphere no matter how light she desired it to be. A scoff escaped her lips as Isabella heaved a deep breath of it. There was a moment of silence observed just before