RosalieYvette's attempt to entangle my husband once more with her manipulative tactics was something I should have anticipated. She likely counted on Adrien's lingering animosity towards me from years ago, believing it would play to her advantage. However, she was unaware that we had moved beyond those issues. I married him on my terms, and he understood that I held the authority to conclude our marriage this time, and he was willing to comply with my decisions.Unlike the previous marriage, which was prompted by my mother's illness, that wasn't the case this time. If I choose to divorce Adrien, I have nothing to lose, and he might be the one pleading for me to stay. What a delightful twist of fate this has become—a true irony."Rose, honey, it's not what you think." Adrien assured me."And what do you think I'm thinking about?" I inquired, curious. "We'd only have a problem if you were doing more than talking to her before we arrived. You were just catching up on old times, right?"
AdrienIn my formative years, my father instilled in me the value of persistence and not surrendering easily in pursuit of my desires. I had to exhibit tenacity, even resorting to unconventional means if possible, until I could attain the desired goal. Regrettably, had I heeded his advice a decade ago, I might not have found myself currently struggling to regain my wife's forgiveness and affection a decade later.But in order to earn her forgiveness and affection, I decided to bring her closer by agreeing to prepare dinner tonight and challenging her to a bet. If I win this round, I already know what I would ask her to do – a task that wouldn't be easy for her, but she'd have no choice but to fulfill it."Dinner's served." I called out to them."Yay!" My kids ran into the dining room ahead of their mother who decided to take her sweet time getting here. "This smells amazing, daddy." Maya commented."Thank you, sweetheart." I smiled at her, pulling out a chair for her and her siblings
Rosalie"A penny for your thoughts, Allie." Kevin's voice brought me out of my reverie. "What's on your mind?""Adrien." I sighed."Your lover boy? That's new." Kevin chuckled. "What happened this time?""He's not my lover boy; he's my husband." I corrected him, giving his arm a playful hit."Same thing." He shrugged nonchalantly."So, you're Zara's lover boy?" I teased him."Don't change the subject." He caught on to my tactic. "What happened with Adrien this time?""I never realized how sensitive he is to some things." I said. "I must have really hurt his feelings.""Did you get into an argument with him?" He inquired."No." I shook my head. "The thing is, the kids caught onto the fact that Adrien and I slept in separate rooms and they assumed that we weren't truly happy. Adrien instigated them into voting for me to sleep in his bedroom but I refused to do that.""You should know better than to go against their wishes, Allie. They always get what they want." Kev remarked."You don't
AdrienI can't fathom why I behaved the way I did with Rosalie, but I believe it was influenced by various factors, particularly when I recognized the depth of my longing for her during my absence. In Dubai, I frequently contemplated calling her, yet something consistently held me back. It wasn't exactly fear, more like a form of cowardice. I hesitated to confront the possibility of rejection from her, given the circumstances of what transpired between us.Our first night sleeping on the same bed didn't go smoothly, leading to such disappointment that I reconsidered having her accompany me on the trip. Surprisingly, she took it better than I anticipated, yet it only deepened my disappointment.I had hoped for her to feel disappointed or upset since she was excited about the trip, and altering my decision at the last minute felt unjust. However, it appeared she anticipated such a response from me, leaving me unsure of how to feel about it. Avoiding the unresolved matter would have hi
Rosalie "I always get what I want. Adrien Vasanten is mine, not yours. Mine." After reading Yvette's message, I derisively snorted. Using an unknown number, she hoped to remain anonymous in her attempt to make my life miserable. However, she underestimated me; I knew exactly who was behind these childish antics. I couldn't believe she actually resorted to threatening me, expecting me to give in to her demands. She was mistaken. Having the chance to have Adrien to herself after our divorce, she foolishly misused it by engaging in an affair with his younger brother. Did she truly believe she could both indulge in her desires and maintain the illusion? Her mistake lay in not recognizing that secrets have a way of surfacing, and I'm relieved Adrien discovered the truth before he made the mistake of marrying her. "I always get what I want too, Yvette Truscott. I've gotten it and I'm not letting go." I muttered to myself. "Talking to yourself?" Adrien joined me on the dock. "I was
Adrien The sound of someone whimpering reverberated in my nightmare, abruptly pulling me out of it. I opened my eyes, blinking to adjust to the semi-darkness in the room, due to the moonlight streaming in through the glass wall. As I turned towards the source of the sound, I discovered Rosalie also experiencing a nightmare, tears streaming down her face. Swiftly, I sat up in bed and switched on the bedside lamp. "Rose? Wake up, it's only a dream." I gently shook her awake. "Rose." Abruptly, her eyes flew open, and she sat up in bed, gasping for breath. Her hands instinctively rose to touch her cheeks, and in surprise, she pulled them back, as if unable to believe she was crying. "Rose?" I whispered, concern evident in my voice. "Are you ok?" Turning her head, she looked at me without truly focusing her gaze on me, and I pondered just what she had dreamt about. Was it truly so dreadful that it had brought tears to her face? "Rose?" I urged. "Talk to me." "I... I... What time i
Brandon I'd harbored a fondness for Rosalie for as long as I could recall, yet she favored Adrien over me despite his lack of kindness towards her. Over time, my affection for her transformed into contempt. However, witnessing her now, adorned in white skinny jeans, a black crop top, and a matching denim jacket, paired with black ankle boots, sparked a shift in my feelings towards her. She had always been an unattainable blonde beauty to me, but I never imagined she could look even better as a brunette. I believed that changing her hair color wouldn't diminish her beauty, and that's why Yvette harbored resentment towards her. I should have known that even a man like Adrien Vasanten who'd claimed to hate her wouldn't be able to resist her in the long run. He was betrayed by the woman he'd hated his wife for, retraced his steps and reconnected with Rosalie at the first chance he got. As I was about to join her at the empty booth, assuming she was alone, a man leaned over, kissed h
RosalieA week later"I won't warn you again, Rosalie. Divorce Adrien and disappear from his life like you did before. If you truly value your life, you'll do as I say. This is your last warning.""This is getting ridiculous." I muttered under my breath after I finished reading Yvette's recent message. Her annoying and threatening messages were getting on my nerves but I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me rattled. She wasn't worth the time and energy I'd put into a confrontation with her either, so I'd just let it go and block her number.Determined not to let her ruin my day, I entered the house and closed the door. Music resonated from somewhere inside, piquing my curiosity about my kids' activities. Concealing my frustration with Yvette behind a smile, I traced the sound to find my husband and kids joyfully dancing to a music video on TV in the entertainment room.I had expected to find them asleep and tired from their trip when I came home, but they appeared ev