“Max doesn’t have to answer that. Carmela what has gotten into you? You were not like this before.” As Nichole continued to ramble on, Max could feel his patience wearing thin. Finally, he had had enough. "Nichole," he said, cutting her off mid-sentence. "I need a moment alone. Excuse me." With that, he turned and headed for the bathroom, not bothering to look back to see if Nichole had followed. As he closed the door behind him, he could hear her voice, still talking, muffled by the bathroom walls. He leaned against the sink, running his hands through his hair. What was going on with her? Why couldn't she just be quiet. While Max made his way to the bathroom, Carmela remained seated at the table, a morsel of meat halfway to her mouth. Her eyes followed Nichole as she stood up and hurried after Max, and she felt a knot of worry forming in her stomach. Mrs. Atom, who had been quiet up until now, suddenly spoke up. "What's going on, dear?" she asked Carmela, her tone full of concern
Carmela was sleeping silently on her bed when her eye went open abruptly. Something was wrong, with her stomach. She was feeling nauseous. She stood to her feet and huskily rushed into the toilet. Slamming the door from behind. Max was also sleeping on the bed, opened his eyes. He sat on the bed and from afar heard Carmela coughing her whole intestine out. “Carmela, are you okay.” He called out. His hands sliding down his face, trying to keep himself awake. “Just a second.” Carmela replied back, washing her face quickly in the sink. “I’ll come out now.” Carmela clean her mouth with her mouth and sat on the closet sit. She ran her hand through her hairs and held the back of her head. She frowns. ‘Im pregnant.’ She whispered inwardly. ‘This is too early.’ She look around the bathroom and immediately she grabbed hold a tissue. She pulled a a wrap and lightly cleaned the top of her lips. “What’s wrong with you?” Max was already standing beside the door. He knocked on the door
Nichole screamed her way, pulling her clothes to her chest in embarrassment as seen naked. Carmela closed her eyes with her hands in a rush, holding her bag with her other hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d be busy.”Carmela apologized glued to the same position she was stationed. “I came by to check on you and apologize for the other day.” As Carmela was speaking, the man whom Nichole had just finished having sex with approached her with his trousers and other of his undies in his hands. “Sorry, Ma’am.” Carmela excused him and he rushed by, exiting afterwards. Carmela brought her hands down from her face and looked at Nichole under the white sheets. “You should have called Carmela. How did you even enter into my apartment? It was supposed to be locked from behind.” Nichole complained, slowly picking up her undies on the floor. She pulled it into her clothes and wore it on. “I knew your passcode.” Carmela looked back at the door. Nichole had told Carmela the passcode to he
The light in the room lightened slowly. It has been that last night was a hassle for both Carmela and Max. They were both sleeping peacefully on the comfy bed. Suddenly, Max rolled with a muffled sound. His eyes went open and he moved to the bedside table and looked at the time. He returned back and sighed briefly then turned to Carmela sleeping close to him. He didn’t know why she was this attractive now she was sleeping. They had been married together for more than 5 years, and even though he knew she didn’t have a child for him, he still loved her. He hated the fact that his family members didn’t like her after all she sacrificed just to please them. Soon, Carmela began to wake as he was still lost in thoughts. “Ohh…” When Carmela's eyes met with him, her heart skipped a beat. Her hands ran to her chest. “you scared me. Why are you up this early? And why are you looking at me like that? It creeped the hell out of me.” Carmela adjusted back away from him, a concerned loo
“What? Are you not happy to see me?” Nichole exclaims covering her mouth with her hands. She flings her randomly. “Why are you looking like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Well, Carmela wasn’t expecting her assistant to be Nichole. Why was it that Nichole was just everywhere in her life? How could Carmela completely remove Nichole? “Well because I’ve just seen one.” Carmela rolled her eyes. Not only was she surprised but also was she startled a bit. “Stop with the silly jokes. I did all this for you, you know…” Nichole opened her hands to hug her but was stopped halfway, Carmela frowning her lips a little disgusted. “when you were in that bed, I felt really bad and I couldn’t bear to see your spot taken away from you.” Nichole wrinkled her face like she was about to cry. It was all pretense and Carmela knew it. She could not be deceived once more. She knew all Nicholes's tactics and wasn’t going to fall for it once more. “So you stepped in,” Carmela speaks nodding her head towards h
Carmela's eyes scanned the bustling office, her gaze darting from face to face, searching for a familiar feature or a hint of recognition. She clutched the letter in her hand, the words blurring together as her mind raced with possibilities. She swept her gaze across the room, taking in the laptops and lattes, the hushed conversations and casual laughter. Her eyes lingered on a lone figure in the corner, typing away on their phone, but they seemed oblivious to her presence. She turned her attention to the couple by the window, holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes, clearly lost in their own world. Carmela's heart raced as she wondered, could it be a friend, a stranger, or even an enemy waiting to reveal a secret about her husband Max? The anonymity of the letter only added to the mystery, and Carmela's sense of urgency grew with each passing moment. Carmela stood up, her heart still racing from the anticipation, and made her way towards the lady who had delivered the
Carmela approached the Sunday Night Cafe, her heart racing with anticipation and a hint of trepidation. She had dressed carefully for the meeting, choosing a simple yet elegant black dress that fell just above her knees. A pair of dark sunglasses perched on her nose, and a lightweight scarf was draped effortlessly around her neck, its ends fluttering in the gentle breeze. The outfit was designed to make her blend in, yet still exude a sense of confidence and poise. As she walked towards the cafe, people milled about on the sidewalk, going about their evening routines. Some cast curious glances her way, but Carmela kept her gaze fixed on the cafe's entrance. She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the warm, cozy atmosphere within. The cafe was quieter than she had expected, with only a handful of customers scattered about the room. A few sipped coffee or tea, while others typed away on their laptops or engaged in hushed conversations. Carmela's eye
Carmela's voice trembled with emotion as she thanked Pedro, her eyes shining with tears that were about to fall down her eyes. "Thanks, Pedro. Thank you for bringing me these photos. I appreciate your loyalty and discretion." She clutched the envelope tightly, the evidence of her husband Max's infidelity with her best friend Nichole burning a hole in her hand. She couldn’t wait to use this information she had just found on Max, and see how he was going to react. As she turned to leave, Pedro's firm grasp on her arm stopped her. "Carmela, wait," he said, his eyes filled with concern. "What are you going to do with this? You know, with this information?" Carmela's expression turned steely, a hint of determination surging into her voice. "Don't worry about me, Pedro. I know exactly what I'm going to do. I can take care of myself." She patted his hand reassuringly. "You've done enough. Just keep this between us, a favor I would return." With a nod, Pedro released his grip, and Carm
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Nineteen years had passed since the tragic events that had changed Carmela's life forever. She sat in a crowded seminar room, surrounded by strangers who were all there for the same reason - to share their stories and heal. A man opposite her asked a question that caught her off guard. "How did you know that all you had dreamed was true to what was happening in reality?" Carmela took a deep breath before answering. "My vegetative state was a miracle. It allowed me to see and understand things that I had been blind to before. It revealed secrets about my life that I had been unaware of." The woman leading the therapy session nodded sympathetically. "And how are you now? Are you coping?" Carmela hesitated for a moment before responding. "I'm alright. It's all in the past." But as she spoke, her voice began to crack, and tears started to well up in her eyes. "I’m sorry…It's just...it pains me that Max didn't get to see his kids grow up. He didn't get to see his babies become adults
Carmela walked confidently up to the podium, her head held high and her chest raised. She signaled to a man in the back of the room, and he nodded, starting the video playback. The screens behind her flickered to life, showing clips of Max and Nichole's affair. The audience gasped in shock and disbelief. Carmela stopped the video and addressed the room, her voice clear and strong. "The two people you just saw in that video are my husband, Max, and my best friend, Nichole." The room erupted into chaos as reporters and attendees started snapping photos and whispering to each other. Carmela raised her hands, and with a dramatic flourish, flung the photos from the podium into the air. The audience scrambled to grab the pictures, their faces filled with shock and gossip. "How can he do such a thing?" someone whispered. "He's the CEO of the company, and also a cheat?” “He's embezzling money for unknown reasons?" Carmela continued, her voice firm. "If you don't want him to embezzle yo
Max sneered, "Even if you know, what are you going to do about it? You don't have any proof." Carmela's hand dove into her purse, and she pulled out a stack of photos, tossing them in Max's face. "Deny it now," she challenged. Max's eyes widened as he raised the pictures, his face pale as he gazed at the evidence of his infidelity - photos of him and Nichole kissing, cuddling, and embracing. He covered his mouth, his hair disheveled as he brushed it back in disbelief. Carmela's voice was firm, "I'm going to divorce you, Max. Be ready." As she turned to walk away, Max grasped her arm, tears already welling up in his eyes. "Please, Carmela, I have my reasons...when you were in a vegetative state, I thought you would never wake up...everyone presumed you dead...it's a miracle you're even pregnant..." Carmela's expression remained unforgiving, her voice cold, "I don't want to hear any sad stories, Max. I'll never come back to you." Max's grip on her arm tightened, his eyes plea
Carmela's voice trembled with emotion as she thanked Pedro, her eyes shining with tears that were about to fall down her eyes. "Thanks, Pedro. Thank you for bringing me these photos. I appreciate your loyalty and discretion." She clutched the envelope tightly, the evidence of her husband Max's infidelity with her best friend Nichole burning a hole in her hand. She couldn’t wait to use this information she had just found on Max, and see how he was going to react. As she turned to leave, Pedro's firm grasp on her arm stopped her. "Carmela, wait," he said, his eyes filled with concern. "What are you going to do with this? You know, with this information?" Carmela's expression turned steely, a hint of determination surging into her voice. "Don't worry about me, Pedro. I know exactly what I'm going to do. I can take care of myself." She patted his hand reassuringly. "You've done enough. Just keep this between us, a favor I would return." With a nod, Pedro released his grip, and Carm
Carmela approached the Sunday Night Cafe, her heart racing with anticipation and a hint of trepidation. She had dressed carefully for the meeting, choosing a simple yet elegant black dress that fell just above her knees. A pair of dark sunglasses perched on her nose, and a lightweight scarf was draped effortlessly around her neck, its ends fluttering in the gentle breeze. The outfit was designed to make her blend in, yet still exude a sense of confidence and poise. As she walked towards the cafe, people milled about on the sidewalk, going about their evening routines. Some cast curious glances her way, but Carmela kept her gaze fixed on the cafe's entrance. She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the warm, cozy atmosphere within. The cafe was quieter than she had expected, with only a handful of customers scattered about the room. A few sipped coffee or tea, while others typed away on their laptops or engaged in hushed conversations. Carmela's eye
Carmela's eyes scanned the bustling office, her gaze darting from face to face, searching for a familiar feature or a hint of recognition. She clutched the letter in her hand, the words blurring together as her mind raced with possibilities. She swept her gaze across the room, taking in the laptops and lattes, the hushed conversations and casual laughter. Her eyes lingered on a lone figure in the corner, typing away on their phone, but they seemed oblivious to her presence. She turned her attention to the couple by the window, holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes, clearly lost in their own world. Carmela's heart raced as she wondered, could it be a friend, a stranger, or even an enemy waiting to reveal a secret about her husband Max? The anonymity of the letter only added to the mystery, and Carmela's sense of urgency grew with each passing moment. Carmela stood up, her heart still racing from the anticipation, and made her way towards the lady who had delivered the
“What? Are you not happy to see me?” Nichole exclaims covering her mouth with her hands. She flings her randomly. “Why are you looking like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Well, Carmela wasn’t expecting her assistant to be Nichole. Why was it that Nichole was just everywhere in her life? How could Carmela completely remove Nichole? “Well because I’ve just seen one.” Carmela rolled her eyes. Not only was she surprised but also was she startled a bit. “Stop with the silly jokes. I did all this for you, you know…” Nichole opened her hands to hug her but was stopped halfway, Carmela frowning her lips a little disgusted. “when you were in that bed, I felt really bad and I couldn’t bear to see your spot taken away from you.” Nichole wrinkled her face like she was about to cry. It was all pretense and Carmela knew it. She could not be deceived once more. She knew all Nicholes's tactics and wasn’t going to fall for it once more. “So you stepped in,” Carmela speaks nodding her head towards h
The light in the room lightened slowly. It has been that last night was a hassle for both Carmela and Max. They were both sleeping peacefully on the comfy bed. Suddenly, Max rolled with a muffled sound. His eyes went open and he moved to the bedside table and looked at the time. He returned back and sighed briefly then turned to Carmela sleeping close to him. He didn’t know why she was this attractive now she was sleeping. They had been married together for more than 5 years, and even though he knew she didn’t have a child for him, he still loved her. He hated the fact that his family members didn’t like her after all she sacrificed just to please them. Soon, Carmela began to wake as he was still lost in thoughts. “Ohh…” When Carmela's eyes met with him, her heart skipped a beat. Her hands ran to her chest. “you scared me. Why are you up this early? And why are you looking at me like that? It creeped the hell out of me.” Carmela adjusted back away from him, a concerned loo