Adrien "Daddy?" Mason called."Yes, son?" I replied, turning my head to look down at him. He was nestled in my side, while Maya was on my lap and Alessandra on my other side. We've been like this since we started their favorite animated film, which was right after dinner."Will Mama ever remember us?" He inquired."Yes, daddy, will she?" Maya chimed in. "I don't want to live without Mama.""Me too." Alessandra pouted."We won't live without Mama," I said. "It'll take time, but she'll definitely remember us one day.""You promise?" All three of them lifted their pinky fingers.I chuckled softly, shaking my head. Making promises with kids was tricky and it meant keeping them at all costs to avoid disappointment, but this was one promise I wasn't sure I could keep."I can't make that promise because it's up to Mama's brain to remember us." I explained. "If it doesn't want to remember us, then we can't force it.""But, it's not fair." They whined."It's not." I agreed. "But, look on the
Rosalie "What? No!" He exclaimed, indignation filling his voice. Rising to his feet, he began pacing, a habit that I've noticed surfaces whenever frustration overcomes him. Running his fingers through his hair was another quirk, almost enough to make me swoon. Almost. "Why not?" I arched my brow. "It's within my rights to ask for a divorce, right?" I asserted. "You're not allowed to refuse me." "It'll never happen." He firmly asserted, impressing me by saying "no" in thirty different languages. "I'm impressed," I remarked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "But that won't stop me from filing for a divorce. It'd be in your best interests to sign the papers when served." "I won't let you do this," He insisted. "You won't leave me." "I was never by your side to begin with," I snorted. "I don't want to be married to you." "Because you have this idea that I belong to Yvette?" He spat, his fists clenched by his side. "You're correct," I replied, smirking. "The two of you are cut from
Adrien Two weeks later "Are you out of your mind, Roman?!" Dad yelled at me. "You didn't think to get my opinion on this before you went ahead and signed the divorce papers?" "I'm sorry for not discussing it with you, dad, but it's my life, okay?" I replied. "I begged Rosalie to reconsider but she refused and I had no choice." I spread my hands. "It's done." "You just threw your wife away and you don't seem bothered about it." Dad snapped. "What if another man snatches her from you? Did you even think about your kids at all?" "I sought their opinions before I went ahead with the divorce. They understand everything that's going on. They don't want her to be unhappy with us, so they agreed to let her go." I shrugged nonchalantly. "Just like that?" Dad questioned, arching his brow. "Yes, just like that." I affirmed. "Did you at least provide for her needs?" Dad inquired. "I wanted to give her half of everything I own, but she refused to take a dime from me. All she wanted was t
RosalieAt a certain juncture in one's life, we encounter profound grief, a sorrow so overwhelming that thoughts of ending it all crosses our minds. This undeniable truth holds, unless that individual happens to be a psychopath, an extraterrestrial being, or so utterly detached from reality that they are incapable of feeling any emotion.For some individuals, that pivotal moment occurs during their early years of childhood, while for others, it strikes in adulthood when they can comprehend the turmoil and attempt to navigate the anguish, hoping to eventually heal and move forward.Grief, as it turns out, shows no discrimination; it touches both the affluent and the less fortunate without distinction. Some may argue its inherent unfairness, but the reality of life seldom clings to notions of fairness.In my situation, things unfolded strangely and differently. I couldn't recall my mother's passing or my father and his wife dying within days of each other. It was my ex-husband, Adrien V
Adrien I had no idea why, every time I turned on the TV to watch the news, I was always greeted with bad news. I never heard about Gold Myne's stocks, its impressive rise to the top, or how it became the world's number one corporation. News about Yvette's sudden death wouldn't bother me either, it would even make me extremely happy, but just days after signing the divorce papers, I was hit with the revelation of my wife's supposed affair. Despite having inside information about her excellent performance in the company, knowing it was all a lie fabricated by the press to discredit Rosalie didn't provide any comfort. It was particularly disheartening to witness that bastard's hand casually resting on her lower back, pretending she held great significance to him. "Fuck this shit!" I picked up the remote, turned off the TV and hurled the receiver at the screen, watching it shatter into pieces. Becca, my very efficient secretary rushed into my office at the sound of glass breaking a
Rosalie Even without his confession, I discovered that Adrien had lied about his father, Ronald instructing him to bring me to him. After enjoying a pleasant meal at the Lighthouse restaurant, a sudden explosion in the air interrupted the words I was about to utter during dessert, diverting my attention toward the sound. Fortunately, it wasn't a nuclear bomb, but rather fireworks that had been detonated. Rising slowly to my feet, I headed to the balcony where the fireworks formed the words "Happy Birthday, Rosalie" in blue. Adrien and I had practically grown up together until the age of ten when our paths diverged. Despite not talking much, we were familiar with each other's preferences, and I never expected him to surprise me with something as incredible as this. Choked with emotion, I stifled a sob, covering my mouth with my hands as another burst of fireworks formed the words "I love you" in the sky. Turning towards my ex-husband, tears shimmering in my eyes, I studied him, con
Adrien In my home office, I sat, gazing at the necklace I had taken from its box. Doubt filled me as I questioned whether leaving without convincing her to talk to me had been the right choice. The fear of her answering my call only to unleash anger and then abruptly hanging up prevented me from even dialing her number. Taking a step back and giving her some space for a few days could be beneficial. After allowing her time to cool off, I plan to reconnect with her, hoping that over time, she'll perceive me differently, without associating me with the man who caused her father's death. With a sigh, I returned the necklace inside the box, closed the lid, and tucked it away in my desk drawer. The day when the necklace would officially become hers remained uncertain. Turning my attention to my laptop, I lifted the lid, powered it on, patiently waited for it to boot, and then proceeded to check my email. Thierry had messaged me on my phone, asking me to check my email, but I only did s
AdrienThree weeks later"Now this guy's getting on my nerves," I muttered while observing him talking to Rosalie. Although my father and I were invited to the 100th anniversary of Holt Enterprises where Rosalie worked, but my father couldn't make it. Dressed solely to impress Rosalie at the formal event, I was hoping to catch her attention, but unfortunately, she hadn't glanced my way since I arrived."Boss, you need to relax," Norman cautioned. "You can't cause a scene here.""What do you take me for?" I narrowed my eyes at him."Didn't mean to offend you, boss. I was just saying," He muttered, lifting his hands in surrender."And she's letting him touch her like that," I growled. "Is she trying to make me jealous or something?""I don't think she knows you're here," Norman said."Of course she knows," I huffed. "I'm a freaking major shareholder in the company." I gulped down my champagne in one go. "Get me another." I passed the glass to him."This is your second glass," He remind
Rosalie A week later Upon opening my eyes, I was surprised to find myself in a hospital room. The last memory I had was standing before the fridge with the door open, ready to grab the freshly squeezed orange juice I'd made earlier. Suddenly, a screeching sound inside my head made me clutch it, and the events that followed were a mystery. "Baby?" Adrien's anxious voice made me turn towards him. His hair was tousled, evidence of him running his fingers through it, and he appeared as if he had aged ten years since this morning when I last saw him. "What am I doing here?" I inquired, attempting to prop myself up using my elbows, but he insisted I rest. "You need to rest," He urged. "I found you unconscious in the kitchen, panicked, and brought you to the hospital. The doctor explained it as fainting due to stress." "I'm fine," I reassured him. I studied his face in silence, making him uneasy, yet he didn't avert his gaze as I expected. "What?" He grumbled, arching a delicate eyebr
Rosalie Wet heat flooded my core the moment I felt his soft, warm, silken lips touch mine. Adrien's desire for me permeated the air, his passion evident as he consumed my mouth as if it were the sole sustenance necessary for his survival. As my hands delved into his hair, I opened myself up to him, sensing that all the elusive fragments of my life had finally aligned. There was an unexplainable sense of déjà vu in this room, in this country, as if we had traveled this path before. Months ago, when he casually inquired about our honeymoon destination, I mentioned France without surprising him. It felt like he already knew my choice, and now, in this moment, I realize I never pondered on it until now. Despite never having visited France, its familiarity eludes me, leaving me unable to pinpoint the source of its recognition. I gasped as his mouth came down to my breast and he bit lightly on my hardened nipple. I sucked in another breath as he soothed it with his tongue and teased the
AdrienDespite promising myself not to propose to her in front of a crowd to avoid potential humiliation if she said no, my mind decided otherwise as soon as I stepped onto the stage. She appeared stunning in the white halter neck dress she wore, complemented by the platinum teardrop earrings I had gifted her.The first time we got married, I hadn't proposed, and the second time, despite my sincere words, she took them skeptically. Now, I'm confident that every word I express in front of this crowd will be wholeheartedly embraced by her, as we embark on this third and final marriage rooted in genuine love. I couldn't be happier.Feeling a sense of commitment, I couldn't leave what I'd begun unfinished. Her gaze, as if I were her entire world, fueled my determination and fostering hope that she would agree. Her expressive look conveyed a shared desire; she wouldn't regard me this way if she didn't want it too."For as long as I can recall, Rosalie, you've been the only consistent presen
Rosalie A month later Today, November fifth, the day I gave birth to my children, would have been special if I could remember anything. Unfortunately, I don't recall anything about it. Ronald had planned a big party for our children, who were turning six years old. All their schoolmates, along with some kids from the charity foundation co-founded by Adrien and his father, were invited. With more kids than adults, one can easily imagine how loud the party would become. Children were running and screaming with excitement everywhere I turned. Adrien's backyard had been turned into a mini amusement park for their entertainment, and they appeared to be enjoying themselves to the fullest. Initially, I was unfamiliar with Alissa Dawson, but Adrien informed me that he'd invited her and her kids to celebrate with us. Notably, she had triplets also celebrating their birthday today, so I thought it was fitting. Later, Kevin revealed that Alissa, a police officer in Cardenia and one of my fr
Adrien Rosalie and I initially began as friends with benefits, but over the following months, our connection transformed into a deeper bond, leading us to start dating. Despite the initial strangeness of seeing her as my girlfriend after years of being my wife, I was grateful for the second chance she gave me to make amends for my past actions. A few weeks into our relationship, I validated my dad's suspicions, confirming it both in a personal conversation and during an interview with Urban Pulse. Despite the unfavorable reception from many, we remained indifferent, knowing that people were uninformed about our situation. I even issued warnings of legal action against anyone spreading slander about Rosalie, which effectively put an end to the online hate speeches. Rosalie became the assistant to the head of the PR department in my company, which significantly eased our relationship. However, the only drawback was the frequent and extended business trips I had to undertake. At tim
Rosalie "You're smiling an awful lot." Kevin observed, narrowing his eyes at me. "Did something happen with Adrien Vasanten?" "Like what?" I feigned ignorance. "I don't know, you tell me." He chuckled. "You have this dazed look in your eyes like you can't believe how awesome he is. Let me tell you that women only look at men like that after an amazing time in bed with them." He stated. "And you know this because it's the same way Zara looks at you?" I joked, chuckling. "Maybe." He muttered. "Don't change the subject. Tell me something new; are you back together with your ex?" "I don't know." I sighed deeply. "I asked him for forgiveness, he told me there was nothing to forgive because it's what one does when you're in love with someone; his words, not mine." I remarked. "He told me he loves me, I kissed him and one thing led to another." My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "You initiated the kiss?" Kevin looked shocked. "It was done on Impulse. I did it before I realized what
Adrien Despite knowing it was entirely wrong, I couldn't resist kissing her, and against my better judgment, I wrapped one arm around her waist, lifted her off her chair, and let her straddle my lap. I ripped my mouth from hers, my breath coming in heavy pants. She was just as breathless as she let her head fall back, giving me access to the sensitive skin at her neck as I explored it with my tongue. "Rose, we can't do this." I whispered in her ear as I nibbled at her earlobe, making her giggle. "Why not?" She asked. "I want this and you obviously do too." She let her hand trail down my chest seductively, past my belt buckle and let her fingers brush the front of my pants, making me jerk in surprise. "That is saying otherwise." "You were almost..." I paused, gritting my teeth. "I don't think it's wise." I stated. She drew nearer to me, pressing against me, her chest meeting mine. It dawned on me that she wasn't wearing a bra, and I silently groaned, pondering if she was aware of
Rosalie I was ashamed of myself for behaving like a fool. I was equally ashamed to face my ex-husband, unable to meet his judgmental gaze or endure his triumphant smile saying 'I told you so.' The signs were there last week when Adam treated me curtly and practically threw the documents I had reviewed for him in my face; I should have realized what was going on then. Initially, I believed he was just having a bad day, and his apology at the end of that day reinforced that notion. The following day, our lunch together seemed to erase the events of the previous day. He treated me fairly until today. Yesterday, after he dropped me home, he asked for assistance with a Monday presentation at the hotel, and I agreed. If only I had known it would unravel like this, I would have distanced myself from him. "I left a document in my bedroom. Can you please get it for me?" He asked. "I think it's on my nightstand." "Yes, sir," I said with a smile as I stood up and headed to his bedroom to r
Adrien "Where did you go this early?" Dad questioned as I walked into the house. "The kids were asking for you." "I went to see Rosalie." I mumbled. "Why?" Dad arched a brow. "I went to talk to her about her boss but she refused to believe me. She called me a liar, a manipulator and practically told me that if she were a magician, I would be the only person she'd erase from existence." I responded. Reflecting on our conversation, her words stung more than the slap, and I doubted I'd ever be able to erase them from my memory. It marked the instance when I felt Rosalie's unbridled hatred directed squarely at me. "She said that?" Dad was shocked. "And more." I said. "All I know is, I'm done." I dusted my hands. "I know you love her and you want her to be in this family, but I don't think I can do this. She's happier away from me and I don't want this version of her." "She probably didn't mean anything she said." Dad said in her defense. "She said and I quote; "I curse the day I