Chapter Fifteen
Wanda stared at the cold, untouched dinner in front of her. The pasta that she had so meticulously prepared now sat in stark contrast to the empty seat where Michael should have been. She could still hear the echo of the door slamming behind him, a sharp reminder of his latest outburst. The silence in the room was deafening, punctuated only by the occasional clink of cutlery as Wanda absentmindedly pushed her food around her plate. She couldn’t remember the last time she and Michael had shared a meal without it ending in an argument or icy silence. What had happened to the man who had once promised her the world? The man who had vowed to cherish and protect her, who had looked into her eyes with such sincerity and assured her that they would build a life together, no matter what challenges came their way? Wanda rubbed her temples, the beginnings of a headache forming as she thought back to those promises. They felt like a lifetime ago, buried under the weight of all the disappointments and broken expectations that had piled up since. She wondered if Michael even remembered those moments or if they had been lost in the flood of his anger and resentment. As she cleared the table, Wanda’s mind wandered to the early days of their relationship—the whirlwind romance, the grand gestures, and the whispered assurances that they were meant to be together. She missed that Michael, the one who made her feel like she was the center of his world. But now, he seemed like a stranger, a man whose harsh words and cold demeanor left her questioning everything. Wanda’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Michael walked in, his expression hardened and his steps heavy as he tossed his keys onto the counter. He didn’t look at her, didn’t acknowledge her presence as he headed straight for the living room, collapsing onto the couch with a weary sigh. Wanda watched him, her heart aching at the sight of him so distant and unreachable. She knew they needed to talk, to confront the growing chasm between them. But every time she tried, it felt like she was talking to a wall—a wall that Michael had carefully constructed to keep her out. Gathering her resolve, Wanda approached him, her voice soft but determined. “Michael, we need to talk.” Michael groaned, rubbing his temples as if her voice was just another nuisance to add to his long list of grievances. “Wanda, I’ve had a long day,” he muttered, his tone flat. “Can we not do this right now?” Wanda felt her frustration bubble up, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. “No, we can’t keep putting this off,” she insisted, her voice rising slightly. “You’ve been shutting me out for weeks, and I’m tired of it. We need to deal with this, Michael.” Michael rolled his eyes, sitting up and finally meeting her gaze. “Deal with what, Wanda?” he snapped, his patience fraying. “You’re the one who keeps pushing, who keeps trying to pretend like everything is fine when it’s not. I’m tired of playing along.” Wanda’s eyes stung with tears, but she refused to back down. “I’m not pretending, Michael. I’m trying to hold us together. Do you remember what you promised me? You said we’d get through anything as long as we were together. That you’d always be there for me, no matter what.” Michael scoffed, leaning back against the couch with a bitter laugh. “And look where that’s gotten us,” he said coldly. “I made those promises before everything went to hell, before—” He stopped himself, his jaw tightening as he looked away, unable to finish the thought. Wanda stepped closer, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and desperation. “Before what, Michael? Before you realized this was harder than you thought? Before you decided I wasn’t worth the effort?” Michael’s expression darkened, his frustration boiling over. “Don’t put this all on me, Wanda,” he shot back, his voice edged with anger. “You’re not exactly blameless here. You’re so caught up in your own problems that you don’t even see what’s happening around you.” Wanda recoiled, his words hitting her like a physical blow. She felt her resolve wavering, the tears she had been holding back finally spilling over. “I’m trying, Michael,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “But it’s like nothing I do is ever good enough for you.” Michael stood up abruptly, his movements sharp and abrupt. “You know what, Wanda? Maybe it’s not,” he said, his voice cold and unyielding. “Maybe I’m tired of trying to make this work when all I feel is frustration and disappointment.” Wanda stared at him, her heart sinking at the harshness of his words. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. She felt like she was drowning, the weight of Michael’s disdain pulling her under, suffocating her with every breath. She turned away, unable to face the anger and bitterness that had become a constant presence in their home. Michael watched her retreat, a part of him wanting to reach out, to pull her back and make things right. But the anger was too fresh, the wounds too raw. He turned away, grabbing his coat from the back of the chair as he headed for the door once more. “Where are you going?” Wanda asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Out,” Michael replied curtly, not bothering to elaborate. He slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing through the empty apartment like a final punctuation mark on their fractured relationship. --- Alone in the apartment, Wanda sank to the floor, her knees pulled to her chest as she let the tears flow freely. She felt like she was losing herself, bit by bit, in the endless cycle of conflict and disappointment. The promises Michael had made felt like cruel taunts now, reminders of a time when she believed in the future they were supposed to have. “Why is this happening?” Wanda thought, her mind a jumble of confusion and sadness. “He said we’d be happy. He promised. How did we end up here?” She replayed Michael’s words in her mind, each one cutting deeper than the last. She had always prided herself on being strong, on facing challenges head-on. But this… this was different. This wasn’t just a challenge. It was a slow, painful erosion of everything she thought she knew about love and commitment. Wanda placed a hand on her stomach, the slight curve a small but constant reminder of the life growing inside her. Anderson’s baby. She wondered how she would navigate this new reality with Michael so disconnected, so angry. She had hoped that their marriage would be a fresh start, a new chapter that would help her leave the past behind. But now, it felt like every page was stained with regret and missed opportunities. She thought about Anderson—how different things might have been if she had made different choices, taken a different path. But there was no use dwelling on the what-ifs. She was here, now, and she had to find a way to move forward, even if Michael wasn’t willing to meet her halfway. As Wanda sat there, alone and lost in thought, she knew one thing for sure: she couldn’t keep going like this. Something had to change, and soon. She needed to find her strength again, to fight for herself and her child, even if it meant facing the truth of her situation head-on. But as the apartment grew darker, the weight of that truth settled heavily on her shoulders. And for the first time in a long while, Wanda wasn’t sure if she had the strength to carry it.Chapter Sixteen Anderson sat at the head of the long, polished boardroom table, his expression a mask of simmering frustration. The room was filled with the murmurs of the board members, their whispered conversations barely masking their dissent. Anderson knew that his grip on the company was slipping—his distracted leadership and the personal issues that had leaked into his professional life had given his opponents all the ammunition they needed. "Mr. Anderson, we've reviewed the latest quarterly reports," said one of the board members, a stern-faced man who rarely missed an opportunity to challenge Anderson’s authority. “The numbers are down across all major sectors. We’re seeing a decline in both market share and investor confidence.” Anderson clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing as he listened. “I’m aware of the numbers,” he said tersely. “And I’m working on a strategy to turn things around.” The board member wasn’t convinced. “With all due respect, Anderson, we’ve heard that
Chapter Seventeen Anderson sat in his office, the weight of the recent board meeting still heavy on his shoulders. The threat of losing his position as CEO loomed over him like a dark cloud, and every phone call, every email felt like another reminder of the precarious state of his company. He stared at the financial reports spread across his desk, the numbers blurring as his mind raced to find a solution. A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. Anderson glanced up to see Agnes standing in the doorway, her expression determined. She had been a constant presence over the past few days, always offering support and ideas, trying to keep his spirits up as he fought to maintain his grip on the company. “Anderson, I’ve been thinking,” Agnes began, stepping into the office and closing the door behind her. “We need to do something bold, something that shows the board and the shareholders that you’re still in control.” Anderson leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightl
Chapter Eighteen Anderson sat in his office, his gaze fixed on the skyline as the city buzzed with life below. Despite the looming threat from the board, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. Agnes’s plan was bold, but it was exactly the kind of move he needed to shake things up and regain control of his company. The meeting with NovaTech was set for later in the week, and Anderson was determined to walk in prepared, armed with the leverage he needed to secure the deal on his terms. Agnes knocked softly on the door before stepping inside, a stack of documents in her hands. She looked confident, her demeanor a mix of professional poise and personal determination. Anderson watched her approach, a flicker of gratitude sparking in his chest. She had been relentless in her support, pushing him to take the necessary risks when he felt cornered. “Everything’s set for the NovaTech meeting,” Agnes said, placing the documents on his desk. “I’ve outli
Chapter Nineteen Wanda sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. The silence of the room felt oppressive, each tick of the clock amplifying the tension that had been building for weeks. She had replayed this conversation in her head a thousand times, rehearsing the words she needed to say, the resolve she needed to muster. But now, as she faced the reality of confronting Michael, her heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination. It had been exactly one month since she had signed the contract marriage with Michael, one month since she had thought she was stepping into a new life that would offer her the stability and security she so desperately needed. But the past weeks had been anything but stable. The man who had once promised her a fresh start had become someone unrecognizable—cold, distant, and increasingly cruel. Wanda took a deep breath, steeling herself as she heard the front door creak open. Mich
Chapter Twenty Anderson sat in the dimly lit corner of his favorite restaurant, tapping his fingers on the table as he waited for Agnes to arrive. The stress of the upcoming meeting with NovaTech weighed heavily on his mind, the potential partnership a high-stakes gamble that could either save his company or compromise his control. He needed everything to go perfectly, and Agnes’s involvement had become more crucial than ever. Agnes walked in, her presence commanding as she scanned the room and spotted Anderson. She smiled, making her way over to the table with a confidence that belied the complexities of her intentions. Anderson stood to greet her, their interaction marked by a familiarity that had developed over weeks of working closely together. “Sorry I’m late,” Agnes said, sliding into the seat across from him. “Traffic was a nightmare.” Anderson shrugged, forcing a smile. “No worries. I’m just glad you’re here. We’ve got a lot to go over.” Agnes nodded, pulling out her tabl
Chapter Twenty-One Anderson sat in his office, the morning sun casting a warm glow through the large windows behind him. The meeting with NovaTech was in a few hours, and while he felt somewhat reassured by the strategies he and Agnes had mapped out, a lingering unease still gnawed at the back of his mind. He stared at the financial reports laid out on his desk, the numbers swimming before his eyes as he tried to steady his thoughts. His phone buzzed, pulling him from his reverie. It was Agnes, her message brief and efficient as always. **Agnes:** *On my way to the office. Let’s go over the game plan one more time before the meeting.* Anderson typed a quick response, setting his phone aside as he leaned back in his chair. He appreciated Agnes’s thoroughness—her attention to detail had been a crucial asset in preparing for this deal. But something about her intensity, her relentless drive, left him feeling slightly off-balan
Chapter Twenty-Two Wanda woke up to the sound of Michael’s voice echoing down the hallway, his sharp tone cutting through the quiet of the morning. She lay still for a moment, the tension in her body refusing to ease. It had been weeks since she had felt any semblance of peace in their home, each day marked by Michael’s increasing disdain and the cold wall he had built between them. She pulled herself out of bed, moving sluggishly toward the bathroom. The mirror reflected a version of herself she hardly recognized—eyes dull and heavy, skin pale from sleepless nights and the constant weight of stress. Wanda sighed, splashing water on her face in an attempt to shake off the fatigue that clung to her. As she stepped into the kitchen, the familiar sight of Michael seated at the table with Martha hit her like a punch to the gut. They were laughing, their heads close together as they pored over some documents. Michael’s face was animated, a st
Chapter Twenty-Three Anderson sat beside Wanda in the hospital waiting room, his heart heavy with concern as he watched her wipe away her tears. He couldn’t believe how much she had changed in such a short period—the vibrant, confident woman he had once known now seemed so fragile and lost. Her face was pale, and her eyes were red-rimmed, haunted by the weight of all she had endured. He felt a surge of anger at the thought of what Michael must have put her through, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the immediate need to comfort her. Gently, he took her hand in his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing motion. “Wanda,” Anderson began softly, his voice filled with concern. “You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m here for you… if you need anything, please just tell me.” Wanda looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and pain. She felt a lump form in her throat as she tried to speak,