"What happened?" Nichole asked, rushing to Max's side. "I'm such an idiot," he said, holding his hand close to his chest. "I tried to punch the wall, and I just ended up hurting myself." Nichole reached for his hand, inspecting it. "Let me get you some ice," she said, heading to the kitchen.When she returned, Max was sitting on the floor, his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry," he said, his voice breaking."I'm just trying to do the right thing," Max said, frustration rising in his voice. "I don't understand why it has to be so difficult." Nichole's eyes flashed. "The right thing for who?" she demanded. "For you or for those kids?""I just want to make sure they're taken care of," Max said, his voice rising. "It's the least I can do." Nichole shook her head, her eyes flashing with anger. "The least you can do?" she asked, her voice hard. "Have you even stopped to think about what they want?"Max hesitated, his expression uncertain. "Of course I've thought about what they want," he
The doctor hesitated, his face somber. "We're not sure yet," he said. "But her heart rate and blood pressure are both low. We need to run some more tests to figure out what's going on." Carmela felt her legs go weak, and she sank into a chair, her eyes fixed on her daughter's face. Sarah put a hand on her shoulder, her own eyes full of worry. "We're going to take good care of her," the doctor said, his voice reassuring. "We'll do everything we can." Carmela nodded, but she could barely hear the doctor's words. Her mind was racing, her thoughts jumbled and confused. She couldn't bear to sit there, waiting for news about her daughter. "I need to get some air," she said, her voice shaking. "Do you want to come with me, Sarah?" Sarah nodded, putting an arm around Carmela's shoulders. "Of course," she said. "We'll go to the cafeteria and get some coffee." The two women left the room, their hearts heavy, their minds full of worry. They walked down the hall in silence, their footsteps e
The next morning, Carmela got ready for work, her mind still racing from the events of the previous night. She dreaded going to work, knowing that people would be talking about her and Pedro. Ever since she had started working for him, there had been rumors circulating about them dating. Carmela knew that the rumors were false, but she still felt a sense of dread as she got into her car and drove to the office.As she pulled into the parking lot, she saw people huddled together in small groups, their eyes following her as she walked towards the building. She could feel their stares on her back, and she tried to ignore them as she made her way to her office. As soon as she sat down at her desk, her phone started ringing. She picked it up, her hand trembling slightly. "Good morning, Carmela," a familiar voice said. It was Sarah, sounding far too cheerful for her liking."Good morning, Carmela," Sarah said, her voice warm and friendly. "How are you doing?" Carmela felt relief wash o
Carmela looked furious as she walked into the office of Andrew, her lawyer.“Hey, Carmela. You didn’t inform me that you were coming.”Andrew said, jolting from the chair he sat on. Sarah was also present in this room. She had been sitting on Andrew lap and when Carmela rushing into the room, furiously, Andrew threw Sarah on the chair.“What’s going on here?” Carmela looked flustered. “Sarah, what are you doing here? I thought you and Dan..”Carmela stuttered a little unsure on how to address what she had just seen. How could her friend have a fling with her lawyer. “About Dan, he left me.” Sarah frowned. “I wanted to tell you but you were busy sorting out your ex-husband and your kids issue.” “Dan left you?” Carmela felt emotional as she rushed to hug Sarah. It was unexpected that Sarah had to maintain a proper stance in order not fall. “I’m so sorry to hear that. I didn’t know. You should have told me.”Forgetting that Carmela had a pressing issue, she didn’t want to always talk ab
As Carmela awoke from her dream, she noticed that she was still in the same room, a cold, damp room. Her eyes were covered with a black cloth, but she could still feel the rays of light hitting her face as if the sun was shining through a window. She tried to move, but her hands were bound behind her back. As she struggled to free herself, she realized that her feet were also bound.As she lay there, trying to make sense of her situation, she heard footsteps approaching. The door creaked open, and a man's voice said, "Welcome back, Carmela."Max removed the black cloth from her face, and Carmela was finally able to see her surroundings. She was in a small stone room, with only a single, high window to let in light. The walls were damp and cold, and the only furniture was a small wooden table and chair. Max placed a tray of food on the table and then sat down right in front of her. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.Carmela didn't respond. She was too stunn
At the Atom’s CompanyNichole sat in an office and to her front sat a laptop. Her hands were huskily kissing the keypads in a rush.Every tap on the keyboard was crucial, and Nichole knew she couldn't afford to make any mistakes. The information she was inputting would be used to transfer funds out of the company accounts and into the account of the man she met the other day, at night. He had been blackmailing her for months. He knew much about her past since when Max and Carmela were still together. He knew how she was trying to bring down Max company and how she lied about being pregnant and about her child dying due to miscarriage. He knew everything, he loved Nichole but she ran away and got along with Max. Did she think she could escape? Now he was using it against her, to blackmail her. She had to keep playing along, or he would expose her.As Nichole worked, she kept glancing at the clock, each minute ticking by like an eternity. She knew that soon, Max would be back from hi
Max anxiously waited for the security footage to arrive. Every passing second felt like an eternity as he stared at his office door, still reeling from the unexpected kiss. He knew he had to figure out why Nichole had come to his office and why she had kissed him.After what felt like an agonizing wait, a notification popped up on Max's computer, indicating the arrival of the footage. Heart pounding in his chest, he swiftly opened the video and began to review the events of the day.As he fast-forwarded through the recordings, Max's heart sank when he realized that the camera had not captured anything significant. It had somehow malfunctioned for that specific time period, leaving him with no answers. Frustration and confusion welled up within him, exacerbating his already overwhelmed state of mind.With no security footage to offer clarity, Max was left contemplating the possibility that Nichole's actions were based on something deeper than mere flirtation. He couldn't ignore the unc
Max rushed back to the warehouse where he has kept Carmela inside, without her consent. Last time they had their time alone, Max had slept with her and Carmela could not stop herself from having her way with Max instead, even though he was her Ex-husband and she had left him because of Nichole her bestfriend.Carmela was still having lingering feelings as well as Max. The door of the warehouse opened and Max walked inside flushed.“Arghhh…” he screamed fling a chair in the air and landing right next to Carmela, she flinched.“What was that for?” She raised her voice so that Max was not going to fling another chair at her. “You almost hurt me.”“It’s your fucking best friend, Nichole.” “Ex-best friend and I left her for you so how’s her problem my concern now? Let me go so I can go back to my twins. They’ll be fucking worried about me.” Carmela snapped, looking sad.“Ohh, you mean our twins, the one you took away from me.”“We’re not going to argue about that,” Carmela raised her eye
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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