Rosalie A week later "Good morning, my lovely family." Adrien greeted us as he walked into the dining room. "Good morning, daddy." The kids returned his greeting with smiles. "Morning." I responded. During our initial marriage, encountering each other in the mornings was a rare occurrence. He would always leave before my awakening, and occasionally, Serena informed me of his absence the night before. Now, witnessing him wearing a joyful smile, adorned in a three-piece charcoal black tailored suit with a crisp white shirt, accompanied by a matching tie and dress shoes, brought happiness to me. The life I had envisioned for myself was finally realized – a husband who recognized and respected me as his wife, along with three affectionate children. Although it took us seven years to reach this point, it was worth the wait. "You look gorgeous as always, Rose." He walked around the table to give me a peck on my cheek. "Scrambled eggs, waffles, pancakes and bacon." He muttered.
AdrienIt felt good to be back to work but I was already missing my family and I wasn't even in my office yet. Norman and I rode the elevator from the underground parking lot and he was busy rattling off my schedule for the day while my mind was elsewhere - on my wife.I genuinely wished the morning vote would convince her to share my bedroom, so I could wake up to her every day and gaze at her face before bedtime after a long day at work. Despite the likely repercussions for the morning stunt, it would be worth every moment—even if she playfully reprimands me first."Sir, are you even listening to me?" Norman's voice jolted me out of my thoughts."Hmm, yes." I nodded."What was the last thing I said?" He inquired."I have to travel to Dubai in two days to commission the new hotel we just built." I replied. "Are you satisfied?""Is there trouble in paradise?" He teased me. "Did something happen with Ms McPherson?""Just because I was lost in thought doesn't mean something happened." I
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
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