NicoleWho could have stolen my paintings and why would they do such a thing ?Was it someone who had a personal grudge against me? Or was it a calculated theft by someone hoping to make a profit?All those thoughts had been spiraling through my mind.Even though Nicole had assured me she was going to assist me in painting I was still skeptical. I wanted it to be my handwork and sweat.The Museum had put so much trust in me and had given me the incredible opportunity. I felt guilty that I had let them down.Even though it wasn't my fault.I was currently in the art studio, trying to see if I could come up with something.But as soon as the familiar scent of oil paint filled my nostrils, my stomach churned and a wave of nausea hit me like a ton of bricks.I pressed a hand to my mouth, trying to stifle the urge to vomit as I made my way over to my easel. But the pungent odor only seemed to intensify, assaulting my senses with every step.I couldn't deny it any longer - my pregnancy was
MARCUS“Thank goodness," Nicole muttered under her breath, her voice laced with a mix of relief and anger. "What are we still waiting for? Let's go to the station now and see the face of that wicked person."I put a hand on her shoulder, feeling the tension in her muscles. "No!" I said firmly, my voice cutting through her impatience. "Wait here, I will go alone."Nicole's eyes widened in surprise and protest. "Alone? Why? I want to see her too!"I shook my head. "It's not safe for both of us to go charging in there. I need to assess the situation first and make sure it's not a trap."Nicole's expression softened slightly "Okay," she said, her voice quieting. "Just be careful, okay?"I rushed to the police station to go see the culprit. My feet pounded against the pavement as I ran towards the police station.When I finally burst through the doors, my eyes scanned the crowded room, searching for any sign of the culprit.That's when I saw her. Sitting there in handcuffs, looking small
MARCUSMaya sat across from me, her eyes downcast and her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap. She looked small and fragile, like a bird caught in a snare. But the damage she had caused was anything but small.I stared at her, trying to wrap my head around what she had done. She had followed the orders of a stranger, someone she didn't even know, and in doing so, she had put Nicole's career at risk. The pictures she had destroyed were crucial, and now they were gone, thanks to Maya's blind obedience.I felt a surge of anger and frustration rise up in me. I I felt a surge of anger and frustration rise up in me. I didn't even know what to do to her right now. Part of me wanted to press charges, to make her pay for the damage she had caused. But another part of me hesitated. Maya was just a pawn in someone else's game. She had been used, manipulated, and coerced into doing something she didn't fully understand. Was it really fair to punish her for that?I couldn't bring myself to
MARCUSNicole's body trembled as tears cascaded down her cheeks, leaving salty trails on her skin. Her eyes were red and swollen."My art career has been ruined for life," she whispered, I reached out to comfort her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "No, don't say that," I said softly. "Something can be done about this, I'm sure we can still fix this. I just have to place a few calls."But Nicole shook her head, her sobs growing louder. "It's too late," she said, her voice barely audible. "Not even your influence can change the damage that has been done."Desperate to help, she began scrolling frantically on her phone, her fingers moving so fast they blurred. I could see the pain and frustration etched on her face as she clicked from one blog to another, her eyes darting over the comments section.I knew that what she was seeing was only making things worse, so I gently took the phone from her, not wanting her to see any more hurtful words.My eyes scanned the comments section, and a
THIRD PERSONNicole received a call from an officer from the police station claiming they had arrested Marcus.She rushed to the police station to see him. Her heart was pounding with fear and confusion.When she arrived, she saw Marcus sitting in a small, cramped room, his hands cuffed behind his back. Tears streamed down her face as she approached him, her heart breaking at the sight of him in such a vulnerable state."What's going on? Why are they arresting you?" She asked, tears streaming down her face."I don't know," Marcus said, his own voice trembling. "They think I killed Maya."Nicole’s eyes widened in shock. "What? That's ridiculous. You would never do something like that.""I know, but the evidence is pointing towards me," Marcus said, his head hanging low.Nicole wanted to scream, to rail against the injustice of it all, but she knew that wouldn't help Marcus or the situation they found themselves in. Instead, she took a deep breath and tried to stay composed.“Don't wor
THIRD PERSONNicole and Nina lounged on the sofa, their eyes glued to the TV screen as the latest episode of their favorite show played out before them. Nina was completely absorbed in the drama unfolding on the screen, but Nicole's attention was elsewhere. Her gaze was distant, her thoughts a million miles away.Suddenly, Nicole slumped forward, her body going limp. Nina sprang into action, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached out to shake her. "Nic, wake up," she implored, her voice tinged with panic.But Nicole didn't stir. She remained still and unresponsive, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. Fear gripped Nina's heart as she realized something was seriously wrong. "Come on, Nic, please," she begged, shaking her shoulder with increasing desperation.When Nina saw that she wasn't responding, she dialed 911.Nicole was rushed to the hospital and was said to be in a coma, her body weak and fragile. The doctors did everything they could to revive her, but she refused to
NICOLEI returned to South Dakota for Marcus's burial, surrounded by family and friends. I had cried my heart out during the funeral,I couldn't bring myself to accept that Marcus was really gone. It still felt like he was just away on a long trip and would come back home any day.Three months had passed since Marcus's death, and I was still struggling to cope. The thought of erasing him from my life felt like a betrayal to our love.My parents had tried to convince me to seek therapy, but I refused.But the truth was, I was drowning in it. My denial was keeping me stuck in the past, unable to move forward and live a life without Marcus.I was going through old photos of Marcus, when I came across a note that he had written to me. It read, "My love for you is infinite. Even death can't part us. I will always be with you."The words hit me hard, and I broke down in tears. I realized that Marcus would want me to live my life to the fullest, even in his absence.I had made the difficul
NICOLE I held my phone tightly in my hand, my eyes fixated on the image, and my mind raced with confusion and disbelief. I leaned in closer, squinting my eyes, and scrutinized every detail of the photo, as if I could uncover some kind of evidence that would disprove what I was seeing.I blinked hard, hoping that my vision was just blurry, but as I opened my eyes again, the image remained unchanged. My heart thudded in my chest, and I felt a lump forming in my throat.Without thinking, my hand reflexively reached up to my mouth, as if to stifle a gasp. I took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, trying to calm myself down.But the image burned in my mind, taunting me with its impossible reality. Was my mind playing tricks on me?I didn't know if I was hallucinating this image or if it was some sort of cruel prank.With a trembling hand, I reached for my phone again and stared at the picture, trying to make sense of it. I needed to know for sure. I had to double-check. I zoomed in
"Daddy! Daddy! How does it look?"My eyes shifted from the desk to the little princess In front of me, she was holding her canvas and her eyes were glittering with so much love and hope, I never thought I would melt at such beauty but ever since I met Nicole, things changed.I was amazed at her realistic creation painting, it was a plant growing from the earth and it looked like I was watching it happen live."It's…" I paused for a while, pulling her closer to me. Ellie's eyes dulled and so her posture slacked with her emotional change."You don't like it?" It was almost a whimper before I scoffed."Ellie, I love it! It's so beautiful I wasn't able to comprehend it. It's something your mom would have painted." I smiled at her and she set the canvas down before jumping on my lap, "she'll be proud.""Do you think she's going to come back?" The question always stung my heart, I didn't have the answer to it, I've always had a solution for every problem, except for this one."Yes, she will
NICOLE “If you think some superhero is going to swoop in and save your sorry asses, then you thought wrong," Mariella sneered, her voice dripping with contempt.We were holed up in an underground house, a safe haven turned into a grim prison. Ellie and I sat huddled on the floor, our hair disheveled, our clothes stained and torn.Mariella paced around the room like she owned the place, her hand confidently planted on her hips. She chewed her gum obnoxiously, the sound echoing through the tense air.“Now that I think about it," she said, her words laced with cruel calculation. "How much should I sell you both for? Let's leave the little girl out of it. You, my dear, are worth way more than her. You're a package deal, two for the price of one."I instinctively placed my hand on my belly, a protective gesture that seemed to amuse Mariella. She let out a mocking laugh as she observed my action."Aww, Marcus' little heir is in there, huh? Poor baby," she sneered, scrunching down to my lev
MARCUSI sat at the dimly lit bar, swirling the drink in my hand, my mind wandered to Vicky. She had been nothing but kind to me. I prayed she was still alive, hoping that fate had spared her from the clutches of the child trafficking ring. I felt responsible for her since she had no one else to help her.She had no family or friends and she looked to me like a brother.My concerns deepened as the realization struck that I hadn't heard from Nicole in days. The last time we spoke was when I called and she informed me that she now had the company of a little girl at home.I was happy with that. At least she won't be lonely and would have someone to talk to. Even if it was just a child.I tried calling her number a few times, but it was unreachable. The bar had started to empty out, leaving only a rowdy group of girls. From the moment I arrived, I could feel their eyes on me, but I did my best to ignore their glances.As the place grew practically deserted, I couldn't help but notice o
NICOLE The police were still trying to trace Mariella’s location, yet nothing has been found. It was as if she was no longer on planet earth.I was trying to finish up another of my paintings that I had started a few days back. I was hoping to go donate it at the orphanage. These past weeks I've grown accustomed to visiting the place. Marcus came in and peeped at my work, nodding his head in approval. “You’re almost done”I smiled, “Yes I am. It just needs some finishing touches”“I'm going to the police station to see how far they've gone with the investigation, I'll be back in a few days” he said, stroking my back.“Alright. Be good” I watched Marcus leave the room, his footsteps fading away as he made his way toe find Vicky.With a sigh, I turned my attention back to my painting.Hours passed, and my painting finally took its final form.I stepped back to admire it. It was a depiction of a serene meadow, with blooming flowers and a radiant sunset in the background.I prepared to l
MARCUSAll three of us sat at the dining table, the aroma of freshly cooked waffles and sausages filling the air. I had woken up early, determined to mend the strained atmosphere with a delicious breakfast. Nicole, however, was still giving me the silent treatment, her expression somber as she pushed her food around her plate.The tension was palpable, and I could feel my own discomfort growing with each passing second. It seemed like an eternity until Vicky decided to break the ice.“Nicole," Vicky spoke up, her voice soft but pleading. Nicole looked up, her eyes meeting Vicky's gentle gaze. "Yeah?""I understand that you might be upset, but please don't take it all out on Marcus. He was just trying to help me”Nicole let out a sigh and muttered, "Don't worry about it. We're cool." But her dismissive tone revealed that she wasn't cool at all. She finished eating in silence, abruptly standing up from the table and leaving me and Vicky behind.Vicky let out a disappointed sigh, her ta
MARCUSRight now me and Nicole were sitting next to each other, and Mia was sitting across from us at the station. There was this barricade thing separating us.Nicole, being her stubborn self, had insisted that we take care of Mia's kid. And I had no choice but to go along with it. What else could I do? Nicole can be pretty persuasive when she wants to be.“Thank you both so much for forgiving me and forgetting the past. I don’t know how else I can thank you, but I really appreciate your effort” Mia clasped her hands together. Her nose was a bit swollen due to her condition, she was probably in her third Trimester while Nicole was in her second.“It’s fine. We are more than happy to help” Nicole beamed at her.I nodded in agreement, offering a smile to Mia. "Absolutely, Mia. We understand that people make mistakes, and we believe in giving second chances."She reached out to touch her swollen belly. "This baby means the world to me. I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make thing
NICOLEShe did a double take. “Nicole? What a surprise. I didn't know you were coming” Well, I didn't know it was going to be your house too. I pressed my lips together, attempting to regain composure. "Lovely home," I managed to say, glancing around at the interior."You're already drenched from the rain. Come, let me change you into a comfortable outfit," she offered, guiding me towards her room located down the hallway.So Marcus had sneaked out of the house to come to visit Vicky. I was getting closer to the answer but I didn't like how it was headed.Her room was big and painted in lavender. A cozy armchair was placed near a bookshelf. Nearby, a small vanity table displayed a collection of antique perfume bottles, a hand mirror, and a hairbrush.“You can take your seat over there” she gestured to the armchair and walked into her walk-in closet. After a moment, she emerged with this loose fitting dress and handed it to me.“Here," she said, passing me the clothes. "Put these on
NICOLE “Ms. Nicole?" the little voice called out, unsure. I looked down and recognized Ellie, the little girl I had met at the art gallery previously.What was she doing out here alone?I grinned. "Hey, Ellie. We meet again. How are you?""I'm fine. I'm so happy to see you," she smiled brightly. That was when I noticed the frame she was holding, wrapped in brown paper."What are you doing here all by yourself?"She gestured to the frame she was holding. It was a wonder how she was able to carry it alone. "Oh, I came to donate this work of art.""Really? That's so thoughtful of you," I said, holding her hands in mine and helping her carry the painting. "Come on, let's go submit it, and after that, we can get some ice cream. How does that sound?""Perfect!" she cheered. Together, we walked to the front desk, and I assisted her in signing her name before we dropped off the painting.I was still surprised that a girl of her age could come all the way to the orphanage without a guardian.
NICOLE“What is he doing here?" I poked the window of my car as I saw my husband standing at the entrance of some strange house. His composure seemed anxious and though I was no detective, he looked like he was about to do something shady.A figure opened the door and it looked like it was wearing a robe. A woman? Was it Vicky??I tried to look closer but I couldn't see her face, his body language softened when she opened the door and she let him in.Marcus was with another woman."No, I can't be thinking like this." I relaxed my back in the chair as I rubbed my temples, there was no way he could be cheating, not after everything we have been through but why would he choose to hide this from me? What was the big deal that he couldn't tell me he needed to see someone at 2 am?Oh.Realization dawned on me and I kicked the ignition, I needed to get home,he could come out at any time and he was a better driver. I revved the engine and off I was. The road was free, everyone was at home