The room was tense with anticipation as Ariel sat down, her children by her side. Lisa, Grandpa, and Caleb were all present, their eyes fixed on her with a mix of curiosity and accusation. Star, ever the curious one, was asking questions and exploring his surroundings, playing with his half-brother Austin, while Moon was shy and clinging to her mother's lap.Ariel, however, was not interested in answering any questions. She sat silently, her eyes fixed on some point in front of her, her expression unreadable. Lisa, frustrated by the silence, spoke up."Ariel, how could you just disappear like that? You were pregnant with our grandchildren, and you didn't even bother to tell us?"Ariel's response was a sarcastic laugh. “You're blaming me for this? Your son Chase didn't even bother to tell anyone I was pregnant. He just left me to deal with it on my own."The room fell silent again, the tension palpable. Ariel's eyes flashed with anger, her voice rising."I tried to reach out to Ms. Wi
Monica woke up before dawn, her mind racing with thoughts of the previous day’s events. She had barely slept, her anger and hurt lingering like an open wound. She reached for her phone, trying Chase’s number again, but it was still off. She felt a pang of frustration and betrayal, wondering why he hadn’t even bothered to check on her, not even his mother did that.As she scrolled through social media, her wedding still trending, she felt a mix of emotions. Some people sympathised with her, while others condemned her for her past actions. But what caught her attention was the constant mention of Ariel’s name, accompanied by pictures of her and the twins. Monica’s jealousy grew with each scroll, her eyes fixed on Ariel’s confident smile and stunning beauty.She couldn’t help but compare herself to Ariel, feeling inferior and overshadowed. The comments about Chase’s cowardice and her own role in the divorce only added fuel to her anger. But then, she saw it – a picture of Moon and Star,
Monica stormed into the Coles mansion, her anger and hurt evident on her face. She had just been left at the altar by Chase, and she demanded answers. “How could you do this to me, Chase? How could you just leave me like that?”Chase, who had also just returned home, stood his ground, his expression unyielding. “I didn’t want to marry you, Monica. I was only doing it for Austin, but I realised I couldn’t go through with it.”Monica’s eyes widened in disbelief, her voice shaking with emotion. “You didn’t want to marry me? But why? I thought we loved each other.”Chase sighed, his tone detached. “We don’t love each other, Monica. We never have. I was just trying to do the right thing for my son.”Monica’s face contorted in pain, her body shaking with sobs. “But I loved you, Chase. I waited five years for you.”Chase’s expression remained unyielding, his eyes cold. “I’m sorry, Monica. But I need a break from this. From us.”Just then, Lisa burst into the room, her face terrified.
ARIELI looked up to see Sophia’s curious expression, her eyebrows raised in question. “Who is it?” I asked, already knowing the answer.But before Sophia could respond, Chase appeared in the doorway, his presence commanding attention. My heart skipped a beat as our eyes locked, the tension between us unmistaken.Sophia excused herself, leaving us alone in the room. I tried to play it cool, but my heart was racing. What was Chase doing here? Had he come to confront me about stopping his wedding or trying to bring him down?I raised an eyebrow, trying to break the silence. “So, what brings you to my humble abode?”Chase still didn’t respond, his gaze never leaving mine. I felt like he was searching for something, but I had no idea what.I sighed, trying to relax my nerves. “Look, Chase, if this is about the wedding or the ups and downs at the office, I’m not interested.”But Chase just shook his head, his eyes clouding over with a deep sadness. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw s
ARIEL COLES“I’m working late again; do not wait for me,” “Again!?” “Yeah. I have to go now.” He says and hangs up so quickly that he doesn’t have to hear what I say next. That was a phone call conversation with my husband of three years, Chase Coles. He has been working very late often, and although he comes back in the morning, I only see him when he comes into our room to change into clean clothes before he leaves again. We don’t even converse with each other. Sigh. I’m alone again for the umpteenth time in our penthouse with all the dinner cooked and set on the dining table. It is what I have been doing for three whole years for my husband, and he would eat my food and leave the plate clean. Cooking is something that I am naturally good at, so I wouldn’t see the reason why my husband cannot at least come home to a home cooked meal. But anyway, tomorrow is exactly our third year anniversary, so I am planning a day away with him. I have already called his PA to cancel his sch
CHASE COLESAs soon as I left the house, I drove to COLES seven star hotel to meet up with Monica. As soon as I parked my car, I got out of the car and as I was just about to call her, I heard her sweet voice calling my name, causing my face to heat up, and I turn and look at her, waving her hand with enthusiasm on her face. I wave back, and she hurries down to me, so I catch her in my embrace and lean down to capture her lips. “Hey, baby,” I say. “Hi… so, did you do it?” Monica asks in anticipation as I hold her waist, bringing her closer to my body. “Signed and delivered. Our divorce should be processed as soon as I hand in the papers after she signed, then I’ll finally be all yours, Monica,” I say, but it somewhat leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. “You’ve always been mine, Mr. Coles,” She steps on her toes to leave a peck on my lips. It didn’t take long until I heard someone shouting my name.“Chase!” I am forced to break eye contact between Monica and I, and I look up and
ARIEL COLES I walk really slowly into the penthouse, dragging my feet. All my energy is worn out, and I don’t feel like having any company in the house. I throw my car keys on the dining table and make my way upstairs to the bedroom that I shared with my husband for three years. If he never had hope in us, why would he sleep next to me in the same bed for so long? Why did he drag me with him until this day, only to spit me out like a meat that’s been stuck between his teeth? Why would he play with my feelings like that? I’m fragile – my heart is fragile. Did he take advantage of my kindness, or was it my stupidity of relaxing as a housewife? Now I feel embarrassed. Gosh, that girl Monica made me realise how much I missed out in the past three years. I’m only twenty-three, yet I missed out on so much of my youth, being a housewife to a man that was ice cold towards me. Monica looked very beautiful and sophisticated while I looked like I ran away from a loony bin. I can’t believe th
Ariel had woken up in the morning, feeling nauseous without vomiting. At this point, she became concerned about her health, so she decided to take a bath and get ready to go to the clinic to consult with the doctor. She arrived at exactly ten o’clock in the morning, and their family doctor assisted her immediately. “So, Mrs. Cole. Do you mind telling me what you are concerned about? Tell me about the symptoms you are having,” Doctor Jones says, sitting across the desk with his hands on the table, focusing on Ariel’s swollen eyes. “Well, I don’t even know how to explain it either, but I’ve been feeling nausea pretty often. I admit I have been stressed out pretty much, and it might be triggering my body to react, and also, I am late on my period,” Ariel confessed to the doctor who smiled in return, looking at the clueless innocent woman in front of him. “Have you vomited since?” He asked. “Yesterday in the late morning. Could it possibly be food poisoning?” Ariel wondered, pondering