Rosalie Adrien Vasanten had orchestrated a romantic candlelit dinner for me at one of the country's most expensive restaurants, tugging at my heartstrings. The fact that the entire venue was rented for the night, made me feel like a queen. To top it off, he surprised me with a stunning dress from Opulence, a red off-shoulder knee-length floral embroidered gown I had admired since the first time it was shipped to the store, complemented by black stilettos and exquisite diamond rose gold teardrop earrings and matching necklace that he also surprised me with."How did you manage to pull this off in just a few hours?" I inquired."Money makes the world go round, sweetheart," he winked, asking, "Do you like it?""Like it? I love it," I smiled. "It feels like I'm living in a fairy tale or something.""I have to admit, I was nervous about this," He confessed. "I didn't want this dinner date to be a repeat of the last one.""I overreacted last time, didn't I?" I winced."No, if you'd reacted
AdrienA week later "Do you, Adrien Roman Vasanten, take Rosalie Truscott to be your lawful wedded wife and live together in the estate of holy matrimony? Do you promise to love, comfort, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or for worse, as long as you both shall live?" The notary public asked me."I do." There was no hint of hesitation in my voice because I meant those two words with all of my heart this time."Do you, Rosalie Alessandra McPherson, take Adrien Vasanten to be your lawful wedded husband and live together in the estate of holy matrimony? Do you promise to love, comfort, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or for worse, as long as you both shall live?" He turned to her."I do." She replied."Say your vows."Turning to face her, I gathered her hands in mine while attempting to collect my thoughts. Although I had rehearsed my vows earlier this morning, it appeared that recalling them n
Rosalie A week later "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We're now making our descent into Willowdale International Airport and we anticipate a smooth landing in approximately twenty minutes. Please return your seats to the upright position, ensure your seatbelts are securely fastened and all electronic devices are turned off." The sound of the captain's voice awakened me from my sleep and I pressed the button on the side of the chair to return it to an upright position. I raised the shade and gazed out of the window to witness the enchanting sunset. The sight was so captivating that I considered capturing it with my phone camera, but I refrained from doing that. Turning away from nature's beauty, I checked on my kids and husband. I grinned as I observed him pointing out buildings to them. Despite his suggestion to utilize the bedroom, I declined, mindful that it would be embarrassing if he had to carry me off the plane. "You can't actually see anything from up
Adrien Rosalie's reluctance to be intimate with me was just my luck. The two times we shared a bed were the best nights of my life, yet I found it rather unfortunate that I wouldn't experience such nights again. In our first marriage, she willingly gave me her body to do with as I pleased, and though I enjoyed those moments, I was always in a haste to leave. Despite my newfound willingness to stay with her all day and night if possible, she closed that door on me. I could have protested when she set her condition, but I believed that having her in my life and not being intimate with her was better than not having her with me at all. Just as I was about to pick up the receiver to summon a maid for a drink, I recalled that I hadn't hired a housekeeper yet. Disconnecting my phone from the charger, I powered it up, briefly waited for it to start, then scrolled through my call history to find Norman's number. I dialed it and brought the phone to my ear. "Good evening, sir. I've been t
Rosalie "Mama, are you alright?" Maya inquired, staring intently at my face."I'm fine, darling. Why do you ask?" Somehow, they always sense my emotions – happiness, anger, or sadness. Maya sensed my mood shift when I accidentally dropped the ceramic plate while placing it in front of Adrien."You look angry." Mason remarked. "Did daddy do something to upset you again?""Again?" Adrien echoed, staring at his son in disbelief."It'll not be the first time, daddy." Alessandra quipped."That was in the past. I absolutely have no idea what I said to make your mother upset with me and she won't tell me." He glanced over at me. "She was even smiling at me and then suddenly, she ordered me out of the kitchen." He explained."Is this true, Mama?" Maya queried."Let's focus on our food, honey." I said. "Remember, good table manners mean no talking while eating," "We're going to visit my father today, Rosalie." He informed me. "You mentioned it yesterday on the plane." I said. "That's why I
Adrien Even though I recognize Rosalie as a capable and independent adult who can take care of herself, it doesn't stop me from worrying about her. It's 3 pm, an hour past the time I anticipated her return, and she has not arrived. While I aim not to appear clingy – a trait I don't possess and will never possess– the reassurance of hearing her voice would ease my concerns about her well-being. Considering the possibility of her being stuck in traffic or forgetting to inform me about her return time, I chose to release my concern and give her a call. "I'm not a clingy person," I muttered to myself while dialing her number. "I'm just worried about her, that's all." Putting the phone to my ear as it started to ring, relief washed over me as she answered, "Hello?" "Thank God, you're alright," I sighed. "Why wouldn't I be?" She chuckled. "It's three pm, and you said you'd be back by two," I reminded her. "Are you held up in traffic?" "No," She said. "I'm sorry; I should have called
Adrien "Why did it take you so long to get back?" Rosalie inquired upon my return. "I met a client, and we got carried away talking. Sorry," I lied, avoiding the mention of my encounter with her father and stepmother knowing it would upset her. I'll need to dissuade my father from inviting the Truscotts, but knowing him, they'd be at the top of his guest list. "It's fine. Thank you." She accepted her drink and took a sip. "Hmm, what a breath of fresh air." "Aren't they done yet?" I asked. "They're not window shopping, Adrien. This is childbirth," She laughed. "It takes time. Some kids just like to take their time.” "How many hours have passed now?" "Six hours," She responded. “Tired already? You just got here.” "I'm not tired. I'm just not used to waiting. Was yours even longer?" I inquired. "I think... Four hours? I have no idea," She shrugged. "I was in a coma for almost a week. Kevin and Zara were the ones who took care of the kids." "And your mom?" The pain lingers eve
Rosalie"Why do you look like someone whose cat just died?" Kevin asked. I shot him a nasty look and muttered, "I hate cats." "Dog, then," He said. "Did something happen?""Nothing happened," I shrugged."Did you have a fight with Adrien? You only ever look or talk like this when that happens," He stated. "What's the matter this time?""Don't let me burden you with my problems," I shook my head. "We can talk about it later.""Are you sure?" His brows furrowed in concern. "You're not... You're not regretting getting married to him, are you?"I should have anticipated Kevin's ability to identify the precise cause of my bad mood. Despite my attempts to conceal it, I thought I'd managed to hide it well after being granted the chance to see Zara and Sean. However, it must have been evident to them that all was not well with me."Well, yes," I nodded. "We jumped into this way too fast. We should have resolved all of our issues before getting married again," I stated. "The memories from th
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