Max freed Carmela and she returned to her kids, first to Hannah, her daughter who was still at the hospital.Upon reaching, she pushed the door to an open and found out that Hannah was no more in the ward.Carmela rushed back to the nurses station.“Where’s my daughter that I left in ward 210?”“And you are?” The nurse frowned her brows without looking at Carmela.“Her mother, obviously.” Carmela felt her blood boil. What had happened when she was away?The nurse raised her eyes at Carmela looking skeptical.“And your name is?”Carmela flared up! “Carmela Martins. Stop questioning me and tell my where my daughter is! She’s just eight years old.”“Jezz, you didn’t have to be so loud. We have patients that are sleeping in the ward. You daughter was taken by your friend Sarah and a lawyer Andrew.” The nurse rest her eyes sluggishly on Carmela. “Do you know them?” However Carmela was no more standing there but was already on her way to Sarah’s house, her heart heavy with worry. Reaching
The rays of the lights slipped through the majestic curtains of Sarah’s Mansion. The toughness of the sun heated the face of a pretty v-shaped lady as she slept like a lost soul on the bed alongside her twin kids.After a while, she shrug, before forcing her eyes to a open. As Carmela saw the face of her twins rest on her breast, a smile creeped to the edges of her lips.‘I love them so much.’ She remembered how she wished to escape that room, Max had kept her, back to her kids arm, brushing and coiling their hairs.Looking at the faces of her kids and smiling, the door of the room slowly shifted open and Sarah appeared before Carmela, a smirk on her face.“You’re up?” Sarah cleaned her wet hands at her buttock. “Sorry if I disturbed you.”“N-no it’s nothing, I had woken up already.” Carmela moved her back to a siting form. “Do you need me for something?”“Yes.” Sarah lowly said, “your boss is here to see you.”Sarah was referring to Pedro asking to see Carmela. Hearing this, Carmela
A gentle breeze is blowing through the trees, and the air is filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods. Sarah is sitting next to Carmela, while the twins are happily playing with their toys. Pedro is sitting across from Carmela, watching her intently as she sips her coffee. He's trying to figure out how to win her over, but she's not giving him any clues."So, how's Max doing these days?" Pedro asked, his tone casual but his eyes fixed on Carmela. As the words left his lips, Carmela felt a wave of nausea hit her. She coughed, trying to hide her discomfort. She took a sip of her coffee, willing herself to remain calm. "I don't know, and I don't want to know," she replied, her voice shaking slightly. She could feel Sarah's gaze on her, and she knew her friend was worried about her. But she couldn't bring herself to speak about Max."Why are you asking me all these questions?" Carmela said, her voice rising slightly. "I thought I made it clear that Max kidnapped
As Nichole paced around her room, she remembered the anonymous call she had made earlier. She had reached out to someone who owed her a favor, and she knew they would be eager to help her. Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up, eager to hear what they had to say. "I've got something for you," the voice on the other end said. "I'll send you the information, and you can decide what to do with it."A few minutes later, an email arrived in Nichole's inbox. She opened it, her eyes scanning the contents.As Nichole read through the email, her heart sank. It contained a series of photos, showing Max and Carmela together, looking happy and intimate. Nichole's stomach turned, and she felt like she was going to be sick. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Was this really happening? She didn't know what to do. Should she confront Max with the evidence, or try to forget she ever saw it?In the meantime, Max was still looking through the company's financial records. He couldn't shake the
Carmela's head was spinning. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Max, her ex-husband, could be facing criminal charges? It was all too much to take in. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on Sarah's words. "Are you sure about this?" she asked, her voice hoarse. "Where did you hear this?"Sarah looked her straight in the eye. "I have a friend who's an attorney, and he heard about the investigation through the grapevine," she said. "I'm not sure how credible the information is, but I thought you should know about it."Carmela jumped up from the table, her chair scraping against the floor. "I need to go," she said, her voice shaking. "I need to talk to Max." She grabbed her purse and headed for the door, not even stopping to say goodbye to Sarah and Andrew. She burst out of the cafe and hailed a cab, giving the address of Max's house. As the cab sped through the city, Carmela's mind was racing. What if the rumors were true? What if Max was really in trouble?Carmela coul
“I’ll ask again. What’s going on here?” Carmela escaped her hands from Max’s. She folded her arms together.“We were just chatting, Max” Nichole chuckled, hitting max in the chest. “It’s nothing serious. You don’t have to bothered about it.” Max turned to look at Carmela but she kept evading his face because if she looked at him she’ll cry even more.“Carmela, are you okay?” Max held her shoulder, but she shake his hands off, she sniffed in and hold her breath.“Im okay, it’s nothing.” Her eyes red, she looked straight in Max’s eyes. “I was just leaving anyways.” She started to walk away. "Carmela, please, wait, let me ride you home," Max said, reaching out to her. But Nichole stepped between them, her eyes flashing. "Carmela doesn't need to go home with you," she said, her voice hard. "She doesn't need your pity, and she doesn't need your protection. You're the last person she needs right now."Carmela felt frozen, caught between the two people she had loved and lost. She wanted t
After listening to the stupid talk of the security man, Nichole composed herself and walked past the security guard, her determination overpowering any doubts that might had been lingering in her heart. As she entered the grand mansion, she was immediately awestruck by its opulence and extravagance. The marble floors glimmered beneath her feet, and the sound of her heels echoed through the empty hallway.A butler appeared from the shadows, his perfectly pressed suit and impeccable demeanor giving away the years of experience he had in serving the wealthy. "Welcome, Mrs. Atom," he greeted her with a warm smile. "Mr. Atom is expecting you. May I show you to his study?"Nichole nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She followed the butler down the elegant corridors, taking in the grand art pieces and luxurious furniture that adorned the mansion. She wondered how different her life could have been if she hadn’t fallen in love with wealth and power instead of Max.Finally, they arrived
In the cold night air, Carmela was huddled on a park bench, staring at her phone. She had been rejected by dozens of companies that day, all of them citing some mysterious "conflict of interest" as their reason for turning her away. She knew it was Mr. Atom's doing, but she didn't know how to prove it. She felt like a prisoner in her own city, unable to move forward with her life because of the man who had hurt her so deeply. She wondered if she would ever be able to escape from his shadow.As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, she noticed a figure approaching in the distance. As the person got closer, she realized it was Max. Her heart jumped into her throat, and she felt her pulse quicken. She wasn't sure if she was happy or scared to see him. He sat down on the bench next to her, and she turned to face him. "Hey," he said, his voice soft and hesitant.She didn't know what to say, so she just nodded. They sat in silence for a moment, the street lights casting a warm glow on
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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