As Alexander approached the door, his heart pounded in his chest. The weight of everything he needed to say, everything he had to confess, pressed down on him like a suffocating blanket. He lifted his hand, hesitating for just a moment before reaching for the doorbell. But before he could press it, the door suddenly swung open.There stood Amelia, her expression a mix of surprise and suspicion. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, and neither of them knew what to say. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Amelia’s gaze bore into Alexander’s, her eyes flickering with a mixture of shock and simmering anger. The last person she expected to see on her doorstep tonight was Alexander, and his presence stirred up a whirlwind of emotions she wasn’t prepared to face."What are you doing here?" Amelia finally asked, her voice sharper than she intended. She had been bracing herself for this moment, but seeing Alexander standing on
Amelia's voice trembled as she shouted, her emotions finally spilling over. "You hurt me! You did hurt me!" Her voice echoed through the room, filled with years of pent-up pain and frustration. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision, but she refused to let them fall. She had been strong for so long, holding herself together despite everything Alexander had done. But now, standing before him, she couldn’t hold back any longer. Before she knew it, Alexander closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to cup her face. "I’m sorry, babe he whispered, his voice filled with desperation and regret. "I never wanted any of this to happen. I was foolish, and I’m so sorry." His lips crashed down on hers in a fervent kiss, one that was full of raw emotion and unspoken apologies. Amelia felt herself melting into his touch, her resolve weakening with every second. She had spent so long convincing herself that she was done with him, that she would never let him back into her
Amelia woke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. She stirred, stretching lazily, and blinked away the remnants of sleep. Her eyes fell on Alexander beside her, his peaceful expression a stark contrast to the storm of emotions that had brewed in the previous days. The aroma of fresh coffee and warm pastries filled the air, a gentle reminder of the morning’s promise. She turned her head slightly to see a breakfast tray placed meticulously on the bed. The sight brought a tender smile to her lips—Alexander’s way of showing affection and care. As she adjusted herself, Alexander’s eyes fluttered open, meeting her gaze with a loving smile. “Good morning, my love,” he said softly, his voice carrying the warmth of genuine affection. “Good morning,” Amelia replied, her tone still drowsy but filled with warmth. She couldn’t help but appreciate the effort he’d put into preparing breakfast for her. It was a small but meaningful gesture, a rare moment of domestic peace that s
After a long silence, Amelia looked at Alexander, her eyes filled with a mixture of emotions. She hesitated for a moment, letting the weight of the situation sink in before finally speaking, her voice calm yet laced with the underlying pain she was feeling. "No problem, Alexander. I’ve forgiven you. It’s painful to hear all of this, but you’re my husband, and we’re married. I’ll just take it as a mistake," she said, trying to maintain her composure. Deep inside, her heart ached, but she knew she had to remain strong for the both of them. The room seemed to echo with the silence that followed her words, the air thick with tension. Alexander, overwhelmed by her response, felt a deep sense of guilt and remorse wash over him. He couldn’t believe how understanding she was being, despite everything. Without thinking, he went on his knees before her, his eyes filled with regret and desperation. "I’m so sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you, Amelia," he said, his voice breaking as he looked
Mark sat in his dimly lit apartment, staring at his phone, his thumb hovering over Jack's contact. The events of the previous night replayed over and over in his mind like a broken record. He couldn’t shake the feelings of guilt and longing that consumed him. Finally, he gathered enough courage and pressed the call button, his heart pounding in his chest.Jack picked up after a few rings, his voice sounding slightly irritated. "What’s up, Mark?" he asked, clearly busy with something.Without preamble, Mark blurted out, "I need to talk to you about what happened the other night."Jack sighed, already sensing where this conversation was heading. "Mark, is this about Amelia again?" he asked, his tone more resigned than angry.Mark hesitated for a moment, then confessed, "Amelia hasn’t called me or texted me since then. She hasn’t reached out at all, Jack." His voice was a mix of desperation and confusion, like a man grasping at straws.Jack’s frustration seeped through the phone. "Is she
Alexander drove Amelia to their family house, the evening sun casting a golden glow over the landscape as they approached. The drive was mostly quiet, with only the hum of the engine filling the space between them. Alexander occasionally glanced at Amelia, noticing the tension in her face, the way she kept biting her lip and fidgeting with her fingers.As they pulled into the driveway, Amelia couldn't hold back her emotions any longer. Tears welled up in her eyes, and before she knew it, they were streaming down her cheeks. The overwhelming mixture of happiness, nervousness, and disbelief finally broke through the walls she had been holding up during the drive.Alexander noticed her tears immediately and parked the car swiftly. He turned to her, concerned etched into his features. "Amelia, my love, is everything okay?" he asked gently, reaching out to wipe the tears from her face. His touch was soft, comforting, but it only made her cry harder.She shook her head, trying to find the w
The next day, Mark called Amelia that very morning. She heard her phone ringing, but she wouldn't answer because she was too exhausted. The events of the previous day had drained her, and all she wanted was a bit more rest. The phone continued to ring, filling the room with its sound, but Amelia just let it go to voicemail. She was too tired to deal with anything at that moment.Beside her, Alexander was already awake, watching her with a soft smile on his face. He leaned over and kissed her gently on her forehead, his touch tender and full of affection. The kiss woke her up more fully, and she slowly opened her eyes to see him smiling down at her."Good morning, my queen," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and love.Amelia smiled sleepily at him, her eyes still heavy with sleep. She stretched out, trying to shake off the last bit of tiredness that clung to her. As she did, Alexander moved in closer, kissing her on the lips. Amelia laughed softly, trying to pull away. "I hav
Chloe received a call early that morning, her phone ringing insistently as the day began. She picked up with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, eager to hear what new developments had occurred. On the other end of the line, a voice detailed everything about Amelia's recent behavior, including her interactions and the current state of affairs. As Chloe listened, her smile grew wider. She had been carefully orchestrating her plan, and this information confirmed that everything was falling perfectly into place. Amelia’s actions, or lack thereof, were precisely what Chloe had anticipated, and she felt a surge of satisfaction. The plan was working, and success seemed just within reach. The next morning, Mark was restless. The sense of urgency and frustration that had been building inside him finally reached a boiling point. He decided it was time to confront Amelia directly and address the issues that had been causing him so much distress. He had tried to reach out to her through calls
One of them was Chloe’s—angry, sharp. The other, male, unfamiliar.Alexander’s stomach tightened. Who was with her? He quickened his steps but hesitated before reaching the door, his instincts urging caution. Instead of barging in, he moved quietly, staying hidden just out of sight. Peeking through the gap, he saw them—Chloe and a man he didn’t recognize, standing uncomfortably close to each other.The man’s voice was low but intense, carrying a weight that sent a shiver down Alexander’s spine. “You know why I’m here, Chloe,” George said, his eyes dark and full of intent. “I want my son. I want Jackson back.”Chloe’s reaction was immediate. Her laughter was harsh, sharp, and laced with disbelief. It was the kind of laugh that came not from humor, but from pure anger.“Your son?” she spat, stepping toward him with a fierceness Alexander had never seen in her before. “You mean the son I raised all by myself? The son you left behind the moment I told you I was pregnant?” Her voice rose w
Chloe was just about to step out of her house when she heard a knock at the door. Confused, she called out, "Who is it?"Silence. No response.Frowning, she cautiously approached the door, her heart beginning to race. When she opened it, her eyes widened in shock."George?" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.George stood there, a smirk playing on his lips. He looked the same but different—rougher around the edges, more intense. There was something dangerous in his gaze."Surprised to see me?" he asked with a cocky tilt to his head."What are you doing here?" Chloe’s voice was sharp, trying to mask the flutter of nerves building in her chest."Can't I come in?" he asked, his tone teasing.She hesitated, scanning his face for a sign of what he wanted. "Fine," she said stiffly, stepping aside. "Come in."George strolled into the living room, looking around as though he owned the place. Chloe closed the door and turned to face him, folding her arms defensively."What do you wan
Amelia barely heard her. All she could think about was the baby, the life growing inside her. She prayed silently that everything would be okay, that this wasn’t the end of her pregnancy, that her baby would be safe. As the hospital came into view, the driver honked the horn urgently, signaling the medical staff. By the time they pulled up to the emergency entrance, nurses and doctors were already rushing out with a stretcher. The maid quickly helped them lift Amelia out of the car and onto the stretcher. “Please… the baby…” Amelia murmured as the medical team hurried. “We’ve got you, one of the nurses said, her voice calm but firm. “We’re going to take care of you and your baby. The hospital doors swung shut behind them, leaving the maid and driver outside, watching with worried expressions as Amelia was whisked away. Alexander stormed into the hospital with a look of intense worry etched across his face. His usual calm, collected demeanor was replaced by a frantic urgency a
Amelia’s vision blurred with tears as she struggled to push herself up, but the pain in her stomach was too much. She shouted for help, her voice desperate as she lay on the floor, terrified for her unborn child. But Chloe didn’t care. She stood there, watching Amelia suffer with cold indifference. After a few moments, she turned on her heel and walked out of the house, her heels clicking against the floor as if nothing had happened. The front door slammed shut behind her, and the sound echoed in the now-empty hallway. Amelia’s cries for help echoed through the hallways. Her voice, weak but filled with desperation, finally reached the maid, who rushed into the living room. The sight of Amelia on the floor sent a chill down the maid’s spine. She dropped to her knees, her hands trembling as she gently shook Amelia. "Mrs. Amelia! Oh my God, what happened? Are you okay?" The maid’s voice was frantic as she tried to help Amelia sit up. Amelia winced as she held onto her belly, her brea
The house was quiet, a peaceful stillness that Amelia had grown to appreciate in the last few months. She sat in her bedroom, sorting through baby clothes, organizing the nursery for the little one growing inside her. Her hand rested on her round belly as she smiled softly, feeling the slight kicks of the baby. Things had been calm, and despite the tensions with Chloe still looming in the background, Amelia had felt a sense of peace in recent weeks. Suddenly, the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway snapped Amelia out of her reverie. She furrowed her brow, wondering who could be arriving at this time. Alexander was at work, and there were no deliveries scheduled for today. Curious, she pushed herself up from the bed, her movements slow and careful as her pregnancy had advanced significantly. Amelia made her way to the window and peered outside. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw an unfamiliar car parked in the driveway. The sleek, black vehicle gleamed in the sunlight, and
“Ms. Chloe,” Donovan said smoothly, his voice deep and authoritative as he gestured toward the chair in front of him. His dark eyes were locked onto hers, unwavering, assessing her from the moment she walked in. “Maya has told me about your situation. Please, have a seat.” Chloe sat down, her movements deliberate, her spine straight as if a rod was keeping her upright. “I’m glad Maya could make this happen on such short notice,” Chloe began, her voice steady. She wasn’t sure if Donovan was someone she could fully trust yet, but she knew Maya wouldn’t have connected her to anyone less than the best. Donovan waved a hand dismissively, leaning back slightly in his leather chair, exuding a calm confidence that seemed to fill the room. As if short notice and high-pressure situations were something he handled daily. “She’s a good friend,” he said, his tone even, “and she knows how to get things moving. Now, tell me exactly what you want.” Chloe took a deep breath, her mind laser-focus
Her friend had been equally shocked to learn that Amelia was pregnant. Chloe had tried to play it off like she already knew, but the truth was, she hadn’t. It stung, even if she didn’t want to admit it. The idea of Alexander starting a new family, having another child with Amelia, made her feel irrelevant, like a forgotten chapter in his life. But that was about to change. As Chloe continued to browse her phone, she wondered what Alexander would think when he found out about her plan. Would he fight back, or would he let her take Jackson without a struggle? No, she knew Alexander better than that. He would fight, but that didn’t scare her. She was ready for whatever was coming. Her hand hovered over a contact name—an old acquaintance who worked in law. She hesitated for a moment, then pressed the call button. The phone rang twice before a familiar voice answered. “Hello?” the voice said, sounding surprised to hear from her. “Hey, it’s Chloe,” she said, her voice calm and col
When they finally finished their meal, Sarah gave Chloe a quick hug before they parted ways. “Take care of yourself, Chloe,” she said before disappearing down the street. Chloe stood there for a moment, watching her friend walk away, before slowly heading back to her car. Her mind was buzzing with thoughts, plans, and questions. All this time, she had been thinking about how to get back into her son’s life, how to restore her place in Alexander’s world. And now she found out that Amelia was pregnant? It changed everything. Back at home, Chloe threw her shopping bags onto the couch and sank into a chair, her mind still reeling. She hadn’t expected this. The idea of Amelia carrying Alexander’s child gnawed at her, twisting something deep inside her chest. She could feel old feelings resurfacing—resentment, jealousy, anger. All the emotions she had tried to suppress were bubbling to the surface. She paced back and forth across the living room, trying to think of her next move. Alex
The next day, Chloe felt an unusual sense of freedom as she stepped out of her house and into the world that had continued without her for over four months. It was strange being out after so long, seeing the everyday bustle of people going about their lives, unaware of the turmoil that had been happening behind the scenes in hers. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze brush against her skin, and smiled faintly. Today, she decided, she would reclaim a small piece of her old life. She went shopping first, driving through the city with a newfound purpose. Chloe had always had a taste for luxury, and although her current situation wasn’t ideal, she wasn’t about to give up on the things that had once made her feel powerful. Stopping by her favorite boutique, she spent hours perusing the racks of designer clothes, trying on outfit after outfit. It felt like a quiet rebellion against the world she had been trapped in for so long. As she walked down the busy streets with several s