Susan's POV
I watched Ethan approach Maria with desperation despite warning him against such a move. Minutes have gone past after he called Maria's attention, and she has failed to look in his direction The only time she looked in his direction, she denied knowing Ethan. “Let's get this clear; I don't know you. I have never met you before. And lastly, my name isn't Maria. For fucking sake, I'm Naomi Jackson. How difficult is it for you to understand that?” “Naomi Jackson? I don't think so. That's the greatest lie ever told in the history of mankind. Of course, you're Maria. My eyes aren't deceiving me,” Ethan argued as though his life depended on it. He had every reason to believe that Maria was playing a fast one on him. Deep down, he was hoping that the cameramen would emerge from their hidden place and say. “It's a prank. Of course, her name is Maria. She just wanted to know your reaction, and you fell for it,” Sadly, none of that happened. Instead, Maria denied knowing Ethan multiple times. It was worse than the rejection Jesus received from Peter In the bible. When Ethan tried getting closer to the triplets, Maria pushed him aside and threatened to get him arrested. “Are they my sons?” Ethan asked enthusiastically. It didn't seem like he was ready to back off soon. I tried diverting his attention away from Maria, but he ignored me like I never existed. There's no denying the fact that his mind is focused on Maria and nothing anyone can do to change that “I ask you again, Maria. Are they my sons?” Ethan asked again after the initial rejection. "I don't have time for this shit. If you come an inch close to me again, I'll get you arrested, and I meant every damn word I said,' she threatened Ethan. She got back inside the car with the kids, leaving Ethan alone with some dude suspected to be Maria's new man. The man served as a shield to prevent Ethan from coming anywhere close to the kids. “Back off mate, this ain't got nothing to do with you. Those are my sons, and I've got the right to speak with them,” Ethan demanded as he struggled with Maria's new man. “You heard her. She doesn't even know you. So I guess you leave this minute, or I'm going to have to call the cops on you,” the man warned Ethan in a placating tone. He was ready to protect Maria against Ethan with every bit of strength left inside of him. He gnashed his teeth and prepared to launch the powerful strike like a rocket on Ethan's face. Should that happen, I don't see Ethan surviving it. He might as well spend the rest of the year on the sick bed because surely, the punch will send him into a coma. “I don't want to fight you, buddy. Don't make me do this. I believe we are both mature enough,” he issued the last warning to Ethan. Oblivious to him, Ethan came prepared. He wasn't ready to bow out without getting the answers he sought. I looked into Ethan's eyes and saw a bloodthirsty man. A man who's desperate for war. A desperate man to devour the next target like his prey. His forehead got sweaty as the veins popped out of his neck like a thunderstorm. That was my first time witnessing him in his fit of rage. At some point, I started second-guessing if Ethan was the person standing right in front of me or if someone had him cloned. Upon seeing how uncontrollable Ethan got, I exempted myself from the drama. I also refrained from calling him to order. I wouldn't want him to vent his inner demon on the innocent me. The situation got tense as everyone gathered and watched the two men get involved in a heated argument. Judging from how fierce the situation was, I won't be surprised if they start exchanging punches against each other, which may leave them with severe injuries. Just when I thought it won't get any worse, the cops showed up in their Van. I needed no one to tell me that it was Maria's doing. I knew she was up to no good when she remained in the car without stepping outside despite the chaotic scene After the cops showed up, I tried to pull Ethan away to help him evade arrest. He pushed me away, stating that he had unfinished business with Maria Tragedy struck when the cops got close and got Ethan arrested. They didn't bother asking questions about the offender. It turned out that Maria had already sent them the photos of Ethan as the offender. “This must be a joke. You can't get me arrested for actually doing anything. Who authorized this arrest?” Ethan held on to his right. He's the strongest man I know. “I did,” a female voice responded and In a matter of seconds, Maria stepped out of the vehicle. “I ordered for the arrest. What are you waiting for? Take the impersonator away,” Maria commanded. The way the cops accord her respect, I won't be surprised to hear that they're on her payroll. Ethan tried to defend himself and the cops shut him up. Like a hardened criminal, they dragged him to their Van while I followed them. Although, Ethan went out of line. However, that wasn't enough for me to neglect him at a time when he needed me the most “If you are going to take him away, then you must get me arrested because there ain't no way I'm leaving him behind,'” I told the cops while disregarding the firearms in their possession. I was confident that they were never going to pull the trigger in my fucking head. “Don't worry, Suzy. I'll be fine. Please contact my lawyer,” Ethan assured me. Even in his darkest hour, he was still brave like a lion. Reluctantly, I heed his instructions but not without getting the address of the division Ethan was taken to.MARIA'S POV I raced up the stairs, my heart dancing with every step. Three years, three long years of cold, empty marriage, and now, finally, I had a reason to hope. I was pregnant. I could hardly breathe as I imagined the look on Ethan's face. Maybe, just maybe, this baby would change everything. Maybe it could make him see me and love me so much. Though he did, it was just a little, and ever since we got to the third year of our marriage, he started behaving so distant. I burst through the door, my cheeks flushed with excitement. But as soon as I stepped inside I heard muffled voices. I paused. My smile froze on my lips. I shook my head, pushing the doubt away. No, this was a happy day. But when I opened the door to our bedroom, my world shattered. There he was. Ethan, my husband was on the couch with a woman sitting casually across his lap like she belonged there. Her lips pressed against his, their bodies entwined as if I didn't exist. "Ethan!" I
Maria's POV "Come back here”. I heard a voice say behind me just when I was almost out of the house. A shiver ran down my spine and my legs felt so weak that I couldn't turn around. I already knew who had that voice; it was no other person but Ethan. His voice was ice cold and dripping with so much venom. "What did you just say?" he asked me, and before I could speak, he raised his finger in warning. “Don't even try to lie." I swallowed hard, sweat beads forming on my head, and I glanced up at Susan, who had her arms folded across her chest with a sly smile on her lips. I had wanted to leave peacefully without any trouble but now I guess that peace was far from me. "She threatened me, Ethan," Susan said, and in seconds, she was already beside him, holding his arms and casting a hateful glance my way. I felt so small, so insignificant my life had changed in just a few minutes. "She threatens to kill me, Ethan," Susan said, and without even waiting for confirmation, Ethan's
Maria’s POV Being unconscious was something which I had come to cherish and I didn't wish to wake up to this cruel world. I wanted to die. I opened my eyes wearily and glanced at the white ceiling which was a stark contrast to my room. I tried to get up and mad pain protested through me, breaking down every strength I had left. My whole body felt numb and weak and I couldn't even lift a finger. I must have been unconscious for a long time as I glanced to my left, there was a machine beside my bed beeping. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't; the pain was too much, and tears were brimming in my eyes. The only thing I could remember was that Susan had pushed me and that was it, the darkness closing in on me. I was half aware of my surroundings, and I tried to call for help, but my tongue lay limp and dry in my mouth. I heard a door open faintly, and someone walked in, but I just couldn't make out the figure. I felt someone touch my hands, my vision was blurry and I felt like
Six months Later. My life had changed since I signed those divorce papers. I now live in Massachusetts. And I needed something to do. I couldn't afford to stay idle, not with three babies relying on me. I had no choice but to start over. My hands trembled as I put them to work, scrolling through pages of job listings at two in the morning, the sound of babies breathing softly behind me. Nothing felt right. Everything looks like I could barely pay for diapers, let alone cover the growing mountains of bills. I had to figure something out— fast. It wasn't until two weeks later while struggling to soothe one of the boys with a blanket I had hand-sewn for him, that the idea came to me. “Homemade personalized baby blanket”. Something soft, simple, and full of love. Something new mothers would treasure like I did with my boys. I didn't wait. Immediately I set up an online store that same night, listing my first part of the blanket. It wasn't much but it was a start. I never t
Maria’s POV. The Mercedes Benz AMG glided to a stop before me as I stood at the airport entrance, my dark sunshades managed to conceal my features but not my red succulent lips and my high fashion sense. I got the stares a lot, which I was already used to; I stood tall and magnificent as the driver rounded the corner and got the door open for me. "Mommy!" Timmy, the third of the triplets, shrieked tugging at me with my designer bag. "What is it, darling?" I asked, smiling down at him. "Are we going home?" Ted, the first of the triplets, asked me, holding onto his kite. He had asked the question which his brother had wanted to ask. But before I could answer his question, Theo, ever inquisitive with his sharp eyes, looked up at me. He was the smartest of the triplets and was ready to ask questions until he had answers. "When are we going back to Massachusetts? How long are we staying in Louisiana? Do you think we will ever make new friends, Mommy?" All the questions he threw a
Maria's POV.The car glided across the streets, and it was beginning to drizzle, and I hated it.It was today; today, I had seen the man who broke my heart, who tossed me off like yesterday's trash.The thoughts danced in my head as the car sped off to the National Business Hall, the most popular hall, which comprises a grand hotel; it was where the business gala would take place.It was the night of awards to be handed to each business tycoon who had done so well over the years.I wonder if he would still remember me.I doubt.He might think that I had run off with a lover or something because he never saw anything good in me.Or maybe, he might think I was dead and struggling to find my feet.I laughed at the thoughts.Indeed.The chattering of the triplets came into my head; I was grateful for it, though.It helped push the stinging thoughts out of my head."You will take the kids upstairs," I said to the nannies. " I have rented a room .""Yes, ma'am”. They both said in unison.I
Maria's Point of ViewSome say before you die, you see your life flash before your eyes while you do nothing about it.In my case, it was fundamentally different. My heart stopped pumping blood as I died a thousand times from the inside.The imaginary death occurred when Timmy popped the question in the presence of Ethan.The son of a bitch wouldn't take his eyes off me.He paid attention as if his life depended on it while he waited for me to respond.I was grateful for Timmy's tiny voice, which made it difficult for the audience to grasp what he said.I looked clueless and helpless, hoping the ground would engulf me so I could be safe from the dilemma.“No, son.He isn't your father.And he can never be your father,” I told Timmy, my son.My response shattered Ethan's heart to shreds, and he was sweaty despite the air conditioner being on.Before that moment, I wasn't a staunch advocate for dishonesty.I've always taught my sons not to lie, but today, I had no choice but to do the o
Susan's POV I watched Ethan approach Maria with desperation despite warning him against such a move.Minutes have gone past after he called Maria's attention, and she has failed to look in his direction The only time she looked in his direction, she denied knowing Ethan. “Let's get this clear; I don't know you.I have never met you before. And lastly, my name isn't Maria. For fucking sake, I'm Naomi Jackson. How difficult is it for you to understand that?”“Naomi Jackson? I don't think so. That's the greatest lie ever told in the history of mankind. Of course, you're Maria. My eyes aren't deceiving me,” Ethan argued as though his life depended on it. He had every reason to believe that Maria was playing a fast one on him.Deep down, he was hoping that the cameramen would emerge from their hidden place and say. “It's a prank. Of course, her name is Maria. She just wanted to know your reaction, and you fell for it,”Sadly, none of that happened. Instead, Maria denied knowing E
Maria's Point of ViewSome say before you die, you see your life flash before your eyes while you do nothing about it.In my case, it was fundamentally different. My heart stopped pumping blood as I died a thousand times from the inside.The imaginary death occurred when Timmy popped the question in the presence of Ethan.The son of a bitch wouldn't take his eyes off me.He paid attention as if his life depended on it while he waited for me to respond.I was grateful for Timmy's tiny voice, which made it difficult for the audience to grasp what he said.I looked clueless and helpless, hoping the ground would engulf me so I could be safe from the dilemma.“No, son.He isn't your father.And he can never be your father,” I told Timmy, my son.My response shattered Ethan's heart to shreds, and he was sweaty despite the air conditioner being on.Before that moment, I wasn't a staunch advocate for dishonesty.I've always taught my sons not to lie, but today, I had no choice but to do the o
Maria's POV.The car glided across the streets, and it was beginning to drizzle, and I hated it.It was today; today, I had seen the man who broke my heart, who tossed me off like yesterday's trash.The thoughts danced in my head as the car sped off to the National Business Hall, the most popular hall, which comprises a grand hotel; it was where the business gala would take place.It was the night of awards to be handed to each business tycoon who had done so well over the years.I wonder if he would still remember me.I doubt.He might think that I had run off with a lover or something because he never saw anything good in me.Or maybe, he might think I was dead and struggling to find my feet.I laughed at the thoughts.Indeed.The chattering of the triplets came into my head; I was grateful for it, though.It helped push the stinging thoughts out of my head."You will take the kids upstairs," I said to the nannies. " I have rented a room .""Yes, ma'am”. They both said in unison.I
Maria’s POV. The Mercedes Benz AMG glided to a stop before me as I stood at the airport entrance, my dark sunshades managed to conceal my features but not my red succulent lips and my high fashion sense. I got the stares a lot, which I was already used to; I stood tall and magnificent as the driver rounded the corner and got the door open for me. "Mommy!" Timmy, the third of the triplets, shrieked tugging at me with my designer bag. "What is it, darling?" I asked, smiling down at him. "Are we going home?" Ted, the first of the triplets, asked me, holding onto his kite. He had asked the question which his brother had wanted to ask. But before I could answer his question, Theo, ever inquisitive with his sharp eyes, looked up at me. He was the smartest of the triplets and was ready to ask questions until he had answers. "When are we going back to Massachusetts? How long are we staying in Louisiana? Do you think we will ever make new friends, Mommy?" All the questions he threw a
Six months Later. My life had changed since I signed those divorce papers. I now live in Massachusetts. And I needed something to do. I couldn't afford to stay idle, not with three babies relying on me. I had no choice but to start over. My hands trembled as I put them to work, scrolling through pages of job listings at two in the morning, the sound of babies breathing softly behind me. Nothing felt right. Everything looks like I could barely pay for diapers, let alone cover the growing mountains of bills. I had to figure something out— fast. It wasn't until two weeks later while struggling to soothe one of the boys with a blanket I had hand-sewn for him, that the idea came to me. “Homemade personalized baby blanket”. Something soft, simple, and full of love. Something new mothers would treasure like I did with my boys. I didn't wait. Immediately I set up an online store that same night, listing my first part of the blanket. It wasn't much but it was a start. I never t
Maria’s POV Being unconscious was something which I had come to cherish and I didn't wish to wake up to this cruel world. I wanted to die. I opened my eyes wearily and glanced at the white ceiling which was a stark contrast to my room. I tried to get up and mad pain protested through me, breaking down every strength I had left. My whole body felt numb and weak and I couldn't even lift a finger. I must have been unconscious for a long time as I glanced to my left, there was a machine beside my bed beeping. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't; the pain was too much, and tears were brimming in my eyes. The only thing I could remember was that Susan had pushed me and that was it, the darkness closing in on me. I was half aware of my surroundings, and I tried to call for help, but my tongue lay limp and dry in my mouth. I heard a door open faintly, and someone walked in, but I just couldn't make out the figure. I felt someone touch my hands, my vision was blurry and I felt like
Maria's POV "Come back here”. I heard a voice say behind me just when I was almost out of the house. A shiver ran down my spine and my legs felt so weak that I couldn't turn around. I already knew who had that voice; it was no other person but Ethan. His voice was ice cold and dripping with so much venom. "What did you just say?" he asked me, and before I could speak, he raised his finger in warning. “Don't even try to lie." I swallowed hard, sweat beads forming on my head, and I glanced up at Susan, who had her arms folded across her chest with a sly smile on her lips. I had wanted to leave peacefully without any trouble but now I guess that peace was far from me. "She threatened me, Ethan," Susan said, and in seconds, she was already beside him, holding his arms and casting a hateful glance my way. I felt so small, so insignificant my life had changed in just a few minutes. "She threatens to kill me, Ethan," Susan said, and without even waiting for confirmation, Ethan's
MARIA'S POV I raced up the stairs, my heart dancing with every step. Three years, three long years of cold, empty marriage, and now, finally, I had a reason to hope. I was pregnant. I could hardly breathe as I imagined the look on Ethan's face. Maybe, just maybe, this baby would change everything. Maybe it could make him see me and love me so much. Though he did, it was just a little, and ever since we got to the third year of our marriage, he started behaving so distant. I burst through the door, my cheeks flushed with excitement. But as soon as I stepped inside I heard muffled voices. I paused. My smile froze on my lips. I shook my head, pushing the doubt away. No, this was a happy day. But when I opened the door to our bedroom, my world shattered. There he was. Ethan, my husband was on the couch with a woman sitting casually across his lap like she belonged there. Her lips pressed against his, their bodies entwined as if I didn't exist. "Ethan!" I