“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
Carmela's heart was pounding in her chest as Max leaned in closer. His dark eyes were locked on hers, and she felt herself being drawn in, unable to look away. Her cheeks flushed as he brought his lips closer to hers, and she could feel her whole body tingling with anticipation. As their lips met, she felt a jolt of electricity run through her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. His lips were soft and gentle, but firm and insistent. She felt like she was floating on air, and all she could focus on was the feeling of his lips on hers.As Max continued to kiss her, Carmela's body relaxed against him. All the tension and worry she had been carrying with her seemed to melt away, and she felt herself sinking into the moment. For a brief moment, all her problems and worries disappeared. All she could focus on was the feeling of Max's lips on hers, and the warmth of his body against hers. A tear rolled down her cheek as she surrendered herself to the kiss, letting h
The morning sun streamed through the window, waking Carmela from a deep sleep. She blinked her eyes open, disoriented at first, but then the memories of the previous night came rushing back. The conversation with Max. The kiss. The way he had held her so tenderly. She sat up, her face flushed as she remembered every moment of the night before. What did it all mean? She had made a mistake again and slept with Max.Carmela got out of bed and went to the window, looking out at the oceanfront. She tried to clear her head, but her thoughts kept circling back to Max.As Carmela looked out the window, she was struck by the beauty of the morning sun sparkling off the water of the ocean below. The waves rolled in gently, and a light breeze blew through the window, carrying the scent of the sea with it. In spite of her worries and fears, Carmela couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. The view was so beautiful, and it helped to calm her racing thoughts.But even as the seren
The next morning, Carmela woke up feeling anxious and restless. She missed her kids so much, and she was worried about how they were doing. But she didn't want to worry Max, so she kept her thoughts to herself. She got dressed and went downstairs to the sitting room, where she found Max painting. The canvas was covered in bold, vibrant colors, and the scene he was painting was full of life and movement.Carmela stood for a moment, watching him work. He was so absorbed in his art that he didn't even notice her."Good morning," Carmela said softly, breaking the silence. Max looked up, startled, then smiled when he saw her. He came over and kissed her on the forehead. "Good morning, love," he said. "Did you sleep well?""I did," Carmela replied, smiling back at him. "What are you working on?""Oh, just a little project I'm doing for fun," Max said, gesturing at the canvas. "I thought I'd redesign the house a bit, with your help, of course.”Carmela smiled and picked up a brush and st
Max hesitated, not sure how much to tell her. He didn't want to worry her, but he also didn't want to lie. "It's nothing," he said, trying to sound casual. "Just an old business associate looking for a favor."Carmela raised an eyebrow. "A favor?" she asked, her voice skeptical. "What kind of favor?"Max took a deep breath. He had to tell her something, but he didn't want to scare her. "It's nothing serious," he said. "Just an annoyance, really."Max and Carmela continued to chat, the conversation flowing easily between them. But even as they talked, Max's mind kept returning to the encounter with the man from the photo agency. What did Nichole want with those pictures? And why was she so interested in him and Carmela?He pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on Carmela. He didn't want to let anything ruin this time with her. She was the most important thing in his life, and he wasn't going to let anything come between them.Eventually, the sun started to set, and Max and Carmela
As Carmela woke up, she reached for her phone, only to find that it was off. She was confused, and she tried to remember when she had turned it off. But her mind was blank. She turned it on and a flood of messages came in, most of them from Sarah."Where have you been?" Sarah's texts read. "I've been trying to reach you for days. Are you okay? Hannah and Noah don’t like your sudden disappearances every now and then."Carmela's heart sank. Had she really not checked her messages for that long? What had she been doing?Carmela sat up in bed, still in a daze. She scrolled through her messages, reading them one by one. Sarah was worried, asking over and over if Carmela was all right. But there were other messages, too. Some were from her boss Pedro, and some were from Andrew. She had missed so much. And in all of the messages, there was a common theme: Where had she been? What had she been doing?Carmela felt a knot in her stomach. She had no idea how to explain it to anyone.As she k