As Sarah’s art continued to gain recognition, she found herself both exhilarated and overwhelmed. The gallery exhibition had been a pivotal moment, but it was just the beginning. Her art was resonating with people in ways she had never imagined, and each new piece she created seemed to tell a part of their evolving love story.Michael stood by her side through it all. He was her biggest supporter and, sometimes, her critic—a role he embraced with equal parts love and honesty. They often found themselves discussing her work late into the night, their conversations blending into the warmth of their shared bed.One evening, after a particularly long day at the gallery, Sarah sat at her easel, staring at a blank canvas. Michael, sensing her frustration, quietly walked in and watched her.“Rough day?” he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.Sarah sighed, “I’m struggling to find inspiration. I want to capture something new, something that reflects where we are now, but I’m stuck.”M
He was a little absent-minded at the moment.All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom."Suddenly, Micheal pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?"Micheal was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group.Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married.At that time, Micheal grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish.They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time.It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Sarah only considered herself lucky at that time.Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for Five years. She delight
Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out.Sarah balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!"Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document.Micheal ,l was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome.Sarah noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed?With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it."Micheal , was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance.Sarah walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold.It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Micheal and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?"Micheal’s appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously
Micheal's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Sarah. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Sarah.It was hard to tell if Micheal's saw Sarah or just ignored her.Regardless, Sarah noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed withhim yesterday.She was Lauren.Sarah's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away.She lost all awareness of her surroundingsMany terrible things happened in my childhood, but I remember none of it. It doesn’t exist in my memorybank. I only know because, through the years, there have been pieces of conversations about it.I find this scary that things might have happened in my childhood that I just don’t recall. But the thing withtrauma is that it resides within you. Your mind might choose not to remember, but your body will.And so, occasionally, I have panic attacks that have no source. Or well, seem like they have no source, and Ican’t help but wonder where in my childhood the seed
I got out of my car and slowly walking towards the mansion.My hands were trembling and sweaty . I still couldn't believe that it was done . That I was finally divorced from him. The proof that was currently in my handbag. I was here to bring the final papers to him and to pick Noah up. Right now I could hear them clearly and what I heard encased my soul in ice I still don't understand why you can't live with me and mummy ?''Noah asks his father. My hands were already shaking.My heart breaking at the sadness in his voice.I would do anything for him,but this divorce was inevitable. Our marriage had been a mistake.Everythunv about us was a mistake.It just took me time to see the truth. You know why Noah ,your mother and I can no longer be together?''His voice was so soft as he replies. It's weird really because during the duration of our marriage he has never once spoken to me softly.It was always cold,devoid of any emotion. Why? These things just happens I kn
I am looking for Desmond Brown,I believe he was brought in for a gunshot wound. I told the receptionist once I got to the front desk. How are you related to him ,she asked. He is my father "Give me a minute."She paused while she types on her computer. He is in the Er getting prepped for surgery. Just go straight ahead at the end you will see the emergency door. "Thanks''. I turned around and follow her instructions. My heart beating with every step I take.He's going to be okay.He'll recover soon . Despite our differences I wanted him to be well We didn't have a good relationship but he is so loving towards my son . I knocked at the door,pushed it and entered. I could see my mother's eyes red from too much of crying. I took a sit next to her ,what happened and how is he doing? He was shot on his way back from the store.They are preparing him for surgery..her voice shaking.. I hugged her just to console her.Dont worry,father is the strongest man I know . He will be okay
Sometimes I stare at things for too long. My wrists… The big, sharp knife in the kitchen drawer. The bottle of Sniper in the corner. Sometimes the idea of me being sprawled across the floor in a lake of my blood is tempting. Sometimes, when I’m drained, I want to time it just right and walk into an oncoming car… a bus… a truck…Sometimes jumping off a balcony is intriguing. It seems ideal.Sometimes… I want to die.And maybe in a warped way, that’s okay?Just hear me out.red and white rose petals on white tableWhen I was younger, there were no voices in my head.Now, I think I’m in an unending race to get back there. The problem is I do not think I will ever win the race. At some point, I would have to accept that it’s possible the voices in my head are here to stay. And I shall never get the privilege of a calm brain again.Regardless of the chaos in my mind, born out of the craziness of the things that I’ve had to deal with in life, I’m a strong believer that happiness is a choice
With all these thoughts of suicide,I started to think on the way out of it.Michael is obviously obsessed with someones else and I just have to continue my life. Live good for my child and also protect my own mental health. I had a constant headache so I decided to visit the hospital. It's positive those I had from my sleep. Aparrently,when I got to the hospital I fainted. What is positive? looking in confusion You are pregnant madam In shock, pregnant? I had to leave the hospital. Pregnant? How will I tell Micheal this. The last sex was never to lead to pregnancy. I decided to encourage myself to break the news to him anyhow. On a Thursday afternoon,I decided to visit him at the office. I knocked on his door softly,I heard as he muttered come in I walked into his office slowly... The room was dark.The only light was coming from his laptop and phone screen. It is dark in here I said. I like it this way he said,his voice suddenly deeper than usual. I walked to his d
As Sarah’s art continued to gain recognition, she found herself both exhilarated and overwhelmed. The gallery exhibition had been a pivotal moment, but it was just the beginning. Her art was resonating with people in ways she had never imagined, and each new piece she created seemed to tell a part of their evolving love story.Michael stood by her side through it all. He was her biggest supporter and, sometimes, her critic—a role he embraced with equal parts love and honesty. They often found themselves discussing her work late into the night, their conversations blending into the warmth of their shared bed.One evening, after a particularly long day at the gallery, Sarah sat at her easel, staring at a blank canvas. Michael, sensing her frustration, quietly walked in and watched her.“Rough day?” he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.Sarah sighed, “I’m struggling to find inspiration. I want to capture something new, something that reflects where we are now, but I’m stuck.”M
As Michael and Sarah's romance blossomed, they found themselves feeling more alive than they had in years. They would steal glances at each other during Noah's soccer practices, and their hands would touch as they sat together on the bleachers. Michael, who had once felt like a shell of his former self, now walked with a newfound spring in his step. He started taking risks at work, pursuing new projects and ideas that he had previously been too afraid to try. Sarah, too, felt a sense of renewal. She started painting again, a hobby she had given up after her divorce. She found solace in the creative process, and her art became a reflection of her newfound happiness. As they navigated their rekindled relationship, they faced challenges, of course. They had to confront the mistakes of their past and work to rebuild trust. But they were determined to make it work, for themselves and for Noah. Sarah's paintbrush danced across the canvas, vibrant colors blending together in a swirling stor
As Sarah and Michael continued to co-parent effectively, they both started to notice positive changes in their individual lives. Sarah found a new sense of purpose and confidence, pursuing her passion for photography and even starting her own business. Michael, too, rediscovered his love for music and began playing guitar again, finding solace in the creative expression.Their newfound happiness and fulfillment started to radiate outward, affecting those around them. Sarah's friends and family noticed her glow and asked for her secret. Michael's colleagues commented on his renewed energy and focus.One evening, as Sarah was editing photos in her home office, she received an unexpected visit from her best friend, Emily. "Sarah, I have to ask, what's behind this transformation? You seem so happy and at peace."Sarah smiled, reflecting on her journey. "It's funny, Emily. I think co-parenting with Michael has been a blessing in disguise. We're finally communicating effectively, and it's f
Noah's eyes widened as he listened to his parents' explanation. He looked from one to the other, his face scrunched up in confusion."But why can't I stay with both of you?" he asked, his voice trembling.Sarah knelt down beside him, her expression softening. "We love you, sweetie, but Mommy and Daddy need some time apart. We'll both still see you, just not at the same time."Noah's face crumpled, and he threw his arms around Sarah's neck. "I don't want to leave you, Mommy!"Michael's heart ached as he watched the scene unfold. He knelt down beside them, putting a hand on Noah's shoulder."Hey, buddy, it's okay. We'll both still be your parents, and we'll both still love you. This is just a new way of doing things."Noah pulled back, his eyes welling up with tears. "But I don't want things to change!"Sarah and Michael exchanged a glance, both of them struggling to find the right words to comfort their son.At first, Noah struggled to adjust to the new arrangement. He missed his paren
"What do you want me to say?You know I never lied to you.You always knew I loved her.That didn't stop you from using my body did it?Gosh I hate you.I don't know what I saw in you or attracted me to you I don't know why I wasted so much of my time and energy on you.I grind my teeth at her words .Her words angered me.Yes we did sleep together during our marriage but It was just to scratch ah inchI took vows and despite the fact that I didn't love her.I wasn't going to break them by cheating on her.I am not here to talk about the past,I'm here to talk about Noah"I said changing the topic.It was so draining going round and round .I needed to say what I came here to say then leave before I said or did something I would later regret.Noah's name got her attention which I knew it would.She opened one of the cabinets and takes out the bottle of medicine.Checking the label.I realized it's for pain."How is the arm I askedYou came here to talk ,so please talk...We both know you do
I went to the kitchen to tidy up the dirty dishes,then there was a knock.Noah was still asleep and I didn't want to wake him up yet.I was so sure it was Nathan,he had probably forgotten something ."Did you forget something?"I asked opening the door.My emotions shut down when I realized it was Michael and not Nathan.Seeing his face just brought a rush of pain.Rememberinv how he abandoned me to save his precious babe brought a bitter taste to my mouth There was no denying that I meant nothing to him.I mean yesterday just showed me the extent of his disregard and hate towards me.I push the hurt and pain away.Locking them together with the love I had for him in the deepest anf darkest parts of my soul.Micheal was dead to me and I didn't want to ever love a dead man.I know he could see how my emotions to him are obviously dead."What are you doing here?".I asked ,He just pushed in way into the house.It was like talking to a stranger.He was nothing to me ,not anymore.This is someon
Sarah I woke with a stiff back and an aching arm.I am in bed with Noah since he refused to leave after we finished watching TV.I smiled when I remembered saying that he was taking his job seriously and that he would take care of me throughout the night With a bit of difficulty,I managed to move him without waking him up.It was around right and I needed to prepare breakfast before he woke up. After doing my morning routine,I went downstairs .I stood outside the kitchen for a while wondering how I was going to manage making with one arm. As I mover to get the ingredients for pancakes,memories of yesterday flooded my mind.Everythubg that happened seemed so surreal that part of me wonder if it had happened. If it wasn't for the fact that my shoulder was bandaged and my arm was in sling,I would have thought it was all a bad dream. When I woke up in the hospital after I fainted I panicked.It took both the doctor and nurse to calm me down and reassure me that everything was okay.She
Micheal There is something that happens inside you when you see your ex wife,the mother of your son,shot and bleeding .Something I never thought I would feel towards Sarah.When I saw the men with guns pointing at us ,I didn't. think of this ever happening I was relieved when the shooters ran after seeing the police but my relief was short lived when one of the officers shouted for an ambulance I turned around wondering who was hurt only I didn't expect to be Sarah and seeing her hurt almost brought me to my knees.The ambulance arrived and the officer refused to let Sarah go until he made sure she was safely in the able arms of the doctor.I was pissed at his reluctance to let go,She was my wife and even carrying my children,I mean ex wife but more importantly I was pissed at myself.I should have protected her.If something worse had happened to Sarah,how would I have explained it to Noah?How would I Justify the fact that I had failed to protect his mother?So here I was pacing b
We finally saw the doctor and did a scan ,Oh this is Baby A and Baby B,those were the words of the doctor.Lost in my thoughts.TWINS I exclaimed.This is unbelievable.How do i survive with this? The babies were fine.So ,when is the next apointment? I asked the doctor that announced that i was pregnant.The next appointment will be in about four weeks ,seeing you are already 16weeks gone,she answers.The shock on our faces as this baby came as a suprise not even when we are already planning the divorce.I stare at the screen where my baby was.Thank you,I said as i was pulling my shirt down.We left the hospital and went our separate ways.Noah was with my mum ,so i went to pick him up.On getting home late in the night,Noah went to bed while i was in the sitting room thinking of the next step or how to cope.TWINS,where do i go from here,how do i survive,Yes I know Micheal is a billionaire but he we are divorced and his heart is currently with someone else .Mummy,Noah's voice pulls me ou