“Thalassa, please, can we talk?”Zeke instantly grew annoyed and stepped forward belligerently. “Lassa doesn’t have anything to talk to you about.”Kris gnashed his teeth. The bastard hadn’t had enough with controlling his sister’s life; now he wanted to control Thalassa’s life too.“I don’t remember you being her spokesperson,” Kris gritted out before looking at Thalassa again. “Thalassa, it will only take a few seconds, please.”She made no attempt to move away from the car. “If it will only take a few seconds, then you can say it from where you’re standing.”Her voice lacked everything—no coldness, no warmth, nothing. Kris swallowed hard.“I just... I just wanted to remind you that you have to go down to the station to file charges since you’re the one who was assaul—treated that way,” he said, skipping over the word because even the thought of it filled him with so much rage and pain.Thalassa looked at him. “Okay.”That was it. Just “okay.” Maybe Kris was losing his mind, but he
“The love birds are finally here!” Aunt Cynthia exclaimed excitedly the moment Kris walked into the house. His family were gathered in the living room, and they all had smiles on their faces, but their smiles dimmed when they noticed the gloomy look on Kris’s face as well as the fact that Karen wasn’t with him. “Kris, where’s Karen?” His aunt questioned. “Nephew, where’s your wife? You two went out to enjoy some quality time together, didn’t you?” His uncle supplied. His daughter, Tessa, was sitting on the floor in front of the nanny playing some Lego. Without answering his aunt and uncle, Kris sank down on the floor beside his daughter. “Hey baby.” He said and pressed his lips to her forehead. She stopped playing temporarily to look at him. “Dada.” The sweet, innocent smile she flashed him made his heart squeeze painfully. He knew the things that happened today were going to be hard on his daughter, but he hoped he was making the right decision. “Kris, why aren’t you
Linda Miller had always thought she was shrewd enough to sense a betrayal before it came her way, but Karen’s treachery caught her off guard.She gritted her teeth, fuming silently, unable to believe that Karen had dared to betray her. What had that foolish girl been thinking?“Mum,” Kris prompted grimly after several seconds of silence. “You haven’t answered my question.”Immediately, Linda summoned the most pitiful, heartbroken look she could conjure. “Why would I answer such a question? I refuse to believe that my own son would think me such a monster as to even consider that I could be behind something like that.”Kris pursed his mouth into a tight line. “Mum, I’m not trying to accuse you of anything. I’m just looking for answers here. I know you never liked Thalassa, so I just want you to be honest with me.”“I never liked Thalassa? You know that’s not true. Yes, in the beginning, I didn’t approve of her because I thought she was only trying to take advantage of you, but once I r
Linda felt her blood pressure rising, unable to believe the turn of events. All the machinations she’d done to get that lowlife out of her son’s life now seemed to be amounting to nothing. The woman obviously had Kris back under her thumb, and she had to do something about it.“What are you trying to say, Kris?” she demanded, the hurt in her voice carefully cajoled. “Are you saying that I also faked the evidence against that woman?”Kris let out a frustrated breath. “Mum, that’s not what I’m saying. I–““Then what are you saying?” Linda cut him off. “The day we caught her with that man in the hotel suite, she accused me of being the one who gave her the fraudulent documents to have them signed. If you’re saying you now believe her, then you’re accusing me of framing her.”She dissolved into tears. “What outrageous crime are you going to accuse me of next simply because Thalassa says so? That I’m the one who sent someone to attack her and her unborn child?”The mention of the unborn ch
Right after leaving his house, Kris called Alden to meet him at their usual club. Alden was exhausted after the long night, but he reluctantly agreed, fearing Kris would go crazy if he had no one to talk to.“So, did you ask your mother about what Karen said?” Alden asked after they had sat in silence for a bit, observing Kris taking shot after shot of vodka.“Yes.”Alden raised an eyebrow. “And?”Kris looked annoyed. “What do you mean by ‘and’? There’s nothing else to say because Karen is nothing but a manipulative snake. My mother is innocent. She isn’t capable of doing the vile things Karen did to Thalassa. She was just as shocked as I was to discover the truth.”Alden nodded slowly, feeling a bit relieved. He’d had his doubts after hearing what Karen said, but he was glad Kris had been able to clear it up.Kris poured himself another shot of vodka and downed it in one gulp. As he was about to pour another, Alden spoke up.“Dude, don’t you think you’ve had a little too much to drin
The next morning, in her holding cell, Karen was going crazy as she paced up and down. Every once in a while, she screamed, “This is an injustice! Get me the fuck out of here! I don’t belong here! This is an injustice. I haven’t done anything!” She was sharing the cell with two other women. It disgusted her so much that she had to share the place with actual criminals. “Sweetheart, shut your mouth, or I’ll shut it for you,” one of the women finally snapped. “Can’t you see we’re trying to think?” “But I’m innocent!” Karen protested. “They’re framing me.” The other woman rolled her eyes. “That’s what we all say. It’s like a game we know we can never win, yet we still keep playing.” “No, I’m serious. I’m innocent. They’re framing me for something I didn’t do. Haven’t you seen how they’ve even refused me the phone call I’m entitled to?” “We don’t give a fuck, princess,” the other woman hissed, eager for Karen to shut up. “You might be wearing fancy clothes, but in here, we’re
“Daddy! Daddy!”Kris was jolted awake by a small, soft body crashing hard onto his chest. Groaning, he opened his eyes, only to be assaulted by the bright lights in the room.“Daddy! Daddy!” Tiny hands began hitting him repeatedly on the cheek.“Ow, ow, Tessa,” Kris groaned as he finally managed to open his eyes and saw his daughter lying on his chest.Placing his hand on her back, he tried to sit up, but a violent ache streaked through his head, making him groan again.“Are you sick, Daddy?” Tessa asked, her forehead creased in a frown.“No. Daddy is fine, baby,” Kris said, despite the headache that made him feel like his head was going to split in two.Remembering the events at the club last night and how he had ended up drinking himself into a stupor, he nearly cursed-until he remembered his daughter was close by.“Tessa, there you are, you stubborn girl,” Tessa’s middle-aged nanny breathed in exasperation as she entered the room through the open door. “Didn’t I tell you not to bot
“There’s nothing I want more in this world than for you to forgive me... Lassa.” Thalassa’s heart squeezed painfully at the affectionate name he’d used. It was a nickname many close to her called her, but there had been something special about the way he said it—a certain raspiness and breathiness that made her weak in the knees. The last time he’d called her by that name was four years ago when they’d been happy, before they got married, and he changed into a completely different man. Glaring at him, she gritted out coldly, “Do not call me that again, Mr. Miller.” Kris swallowed, feeling the frostiness in her tone, knowing this was going to be just as hard as he had expected. But at least she’d given him some kind of reaction. Her anger was far better than her indifference. He risked a step forward. “Thalassa, I know that I’ve hurt you more than any man ever has, and...” “Any man?” Luisa scoffed. “Try anybody.” Now Kris knew this was going to be ten times tougher with Lu
Inside her room, Tessa was pacing anxiously. It was already past seven, and Gendry hadn't come yet to pick her up.By 8 PM, Tessa stopped pacing. Gendry was supposed to have picked her up an hour ago, so why wasn’t he here yet? Maybe he was running late for some reason.She immediately grabbed her phone from the dining table and dialed Gendry's number. It rang for a few seconds before the loud beep indicated that he’d hung up on her.Tessa swallowed the lump in her throat, her excitement fading. The blue dress that had made her feel special now felt like it was mocking her.At 8:30 PM, her bedroom door finally opened. Tessa shot to her feet, hope welling inside her. Surely, Gendry had finally arrived, and her mother was here to take her downstairs.However, it wasn’t only her mother who entered the room. She was followed by her father and brother.“It’s obvious that the bastard isn’t going to come,” Alex said, as if it wasn’t already clear enough.Tears stung Tessa’s eyes. Her brother
Tessa Miller stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her usually straight hair was curled at the ends, framing her face in a way that made her feel quite pretty. She smoothed the soft fabric of her light blue prom dress for the hundredth time, feeling both excited and nervous. "Relax, Tessa," Maya, her best friend, said. She was perched on the edge of the bed with a makeup brush in hand after doing Tessa's makeup. "You look perfect. Gendry Graham is going to lose his mind when he sees you." Tessa glanced at her best friend. Maya’s bold red dress and confident smile were the opposite of Tessa’s nervousness. "I just… I can’t believe he asked me," she admitted. She'd decided to skip prom altogether because no one had asked her to be their date. Most of the boys in school saw her as a boring, nerdy girl, while the others didn't want to get close to her because of her overprotective brother, Alexander. But two days ago, Gendry, the only boy Tessa had had a crush
Dear readers, Oh wow, it has been quite a while, haha. I want to thank everyone once again for getting this far. If you read to the end, then I appreciate you so much. I said I would update you guys on my next story, and so here I am. The next story is going to center around Tessa! Here's a little plot. **** PLOT Tessa Miller doesn't like holding a grudge. Except when it comes to Gendry Graham. How can she not hold a grudge against him after he asked her to be his date on prom, only for her to find out it was all a cruel joke meant to humiliate her? Years later, Tessa still wants nothing to do with Gendry. But fate has other plans. As the maid of honor at their mutual friends’ destination wedding, she finds herself stuck with Gendry, who just happens to be the best man. Worse, their meddling friends are determined to play matchmaker, pairing them up at every opportunity for wedding preparation responsibilities. But what's worse than being constantly paired with the man you ha
“What’s wrong with my wife, doctor? Is she okay?” Kris questioned at the hospital after the doctor was done examining Thalassa. The doctor offered a reassuring smile. “Mr. Miller, please calm down. Your wife is perfectly fine.” Kris’s heart slowed just a little. “Then why did she faint?” Thalassa was sitting up on the hospital bed. Her brow furrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin line. “Doctor, it’s probably menopause,” she said matter-of-factly. “I haven’t had my period in two months. I know it happens earlier for some women.” She wasn't exactly pleased that she was having her menopause at 40 years old, but she had been expecting it. The doctor shook his head gently, a knowing smile on his face. “Mrs. Miller, it’s not menopause, I assure you.” That didn't help to assuage Kris's worry. “Then…what is it?” The doctor looked between them, savoring the moment before delivering the news. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Miller. You’re three months pregnant.” For a long second, sile
THIRTEEN YEARS LATERIt was the thirteenth anniversary of Kris and Thalassa’s remarriage, and as had become their tradition, it was a time for celebration with loved ones.The familiar hum of laughter and clinking silverware filled the air, creating a cozy, joyful atmosphere.At the adults’ table, Thalassa sat with her chin resting on her hand, her smile gentle as her gaze lingered on the people who had become their family. Alden and Luisa were seated across from her.Their three children—Andrew, the 12-year-old charmer; Matthew, the mischievous 9-year-old; and Emma, their 5-year-old firecracker—were occupying their seats at the kids’ table.Beside Alden and Luisa were Zeke and Millie, who had flown in from New York with their boisterous 10-year-old triplets, Max, Mia, and Miles.Alex and Tessa were sitting at the adults' table. No longer children, they'd blossomed into young adults. Alex had grown into a tall, broad-shouldered, and cool-headed teenager, much like his father. While Te
The car pulled into a luxurious beachfront resort, its white walls gleaming against the backdrop of the turquoise ocean.Thalassa blinked, the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore stirring something deep in her memory.They were in Cabo San Lucas.The moment it clicked in her mind, her breath hitched. She glanced out at the golden sands stretching endlessly before her, the rugged cliffs towering in the distance, and the sparkling waters that seemed to stretch into infinity. This wasn’t just any place.It was the place she'd thought she and Kris would be going for their first honeymoon while getting married five years ago. But of course, right after their wedding, Kris had cancelled their honeymoon.Her chest tightened as a surge of emotions threatened to overwhelm her. She turned to Kris, her voice barely above a whisper. “You remembered.”Kris’s lips curved into a soft smile as he reached for her hand, brushing his thumb over her knuckles.“Of course I remembered,” he said
After his aunt disappeared from sight, Kris made his way back to Thalassa on the dance floor. She stood there, her eyes soft and grateful, watching him approach. Her expression said everything—how much his unwavering defense against Cynthia meant to her. When he reached her, she tilted her head and whispered, "Thank you."Kris cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb against her skin. “You don’t have to thank me, love,” he murmured.Straightening, Kris raised his voice to the room, announcing, “Alright, everyone! Let’s get back to celebrating!” The guests cheered, and almost immediately, the jovial atmosphere returned, laughter and clinking glasses echoing in the air.As the music played on, Kris slid his arms around Thalassa’s waist, pulling her close. Before she could react, he dipped his head, nuzzling her neck with deliberate passion. The soft tickle of his lips against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, and she let out a surprised laugh.“Kris,” she whispered, her laughter bub
Kris’s fingers trembled slightly as he slid the delicate band onto Thalassa's finger, his gaze locked onto hers.Her lips quivered, tears glistening in her eyes, and when she looked down at her hand adorned with his promise, she sniffled and quipped through her tears,“Now how am I supposed to top that vow?”A ripple of laughter echoed through the guests, softening the intensity of the moment. Kris chuckled along with them, his own eyes wet as he mouthed, I love you.Zeke stepped forward with the second ring, offering it to Thalassa with a small nod of encouragement. She took a deep breath, steadying her emotions as she began her vows.“Kris,” she started, her voice trembling but firm. “We’ve been through more than a lot of couples ever have since we fell in love. We've experienced more heartaches than a lot of couples have. We've cried more tears than a lot of couples have. But we’ve also survived more than most couples could ever dream of surviving. Despite everything, every obstacl
ONE MONTH LATER... The beach was transformed into a paradise, a breathtaking blend of romance and nature. Rows of white chairs with soft blue ribbons faced an altar made of driftwood, wrapped in delicate white fabric that fluttered in the breeze. Seashells and flowers adorned the aisle, their fragrance mingling with the salty ocean air. Lanterns filled with candles were set along the path, their flames flickering gently despite the sunlight. The waves whispered as they lapped the shore, a soothing background to the laughter and murmurs of the gathered guests. Among the guests sat a healthy Juana, her face radiant with happiness. Though she now had to walk with the help of a cane, her physiotherapist had assured her that she would soon be walking on her own two feet. Kris stood at the altar, his fingers clasped tightly in front of him. He adjusted his tie for the umpteenth time. “Dude, you're acting like you haven't done this before." Alden chuckled, standing to his left as his