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
CHASE COLES As 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 w
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
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
ARIEL COLES “Are you going to be okay? Would you like me to call a driver for you?” Doctor Jones asked as I was preparing to leave. It’s been twenty minutes since I gained my consciousness, and just when I thought I had a dream about the doctor telling me that I am pregnant, well… I hate to disa
CHASE COLES I am standing right across the table, staring at a version of Ariel that I have never met before. I won’t lie, she scares me. I have never seen her this defensive before. She never strikes me as someone who’d stand up for themselves like this. She makes me feel so uneasy because this co
Monica squeezes my hand to calm me down, while my mother reprimands me. “Do not talk to you grandfather that way, Chase!” “I am not surprised by your response, Chase. You are clearly your mother’s son.” Grandpa retorts, trying to say that I lived with my mother too long, so she did not raise me we
“I’m changing the door code. Set an appointment before you come and get the rest of your shit!” She has never spoken to me in that manner before. It makes me wonder if I had succumbed to our marriage and loved her with the impression she gave me, would she have changed to become like this and make