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
Adrien The expression on her face didn't bode well for me at all, but really, what did I expect her to do? Was she supposed to jump for joy because I confessed to having harbored feelings for her a thousand years ago? I doubted any woman would be pleased to hear that. The words I uttered didn't sound pleasing even to my own ears. "Um... I'm a bit confused." She laughed shortly, rising to her feet and pacing. "Explain it to me so I can understand you better; you had feelings for me but you hated me?" "Don't misunderstand me, Rosalie." I said. "I didn't hate you because I had feelings for you. I would've told you about my feelings, but I didn't know how to approach you." "Just like you didn't know how to tell me you wanted me and you accused me of seducing you, right?" She snapped. "I was a jerk to you. You'd have laughed in my face if I'd told you about my feelings." I explained. "You'd have thought I was playing a prank on you." "Of course, I would have thought that!" She hissed.
Rosalie Announcing our arrival, the MC declared, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great honor and privilege that I introduce to you Mr and Mrs Vasanten, our bride and groom." As the words resonated through the room, all eyes turned in our direction, applauding our entrance. From my early years, I loathed being the center of attention, leading to infrequent invitations to my birthdays. The constant attendees were my mother, Adrien's parents, Adrien, and his brother Brandon. However, their presence felt obligatory, accompanied by glares that heightened my anxiety and fear during each celebration. Following my parents' divorce and my mother's departure from the neighborhood, it became a solitary celebration between the two of us on my birthdays. The shared history with Adrien that I once cherished despite his rude behavior towards me, took a turn as we grew older, and his attitude made me perceive him as nothing more than a heartless person. "Now, the bride and groom will have their