"If you ever come near Max again, I'll make you regret it," Nichole said, her tone threatening. "He's my husband now, and I won't let you ruin that. I will do whatever it takes to protect my relationship."Carmela's heart sank. She couldn't believe that Nichole could be so cruel, so ruthless. She thought they had been friends, that they had cared about each other. But now, she saw that Nichole had only ever cared about herself.But before Carmela could say anything else, she heard the click of the call ending. Nichole had hung up on her, ending the conversation as abruptly as it had begun. Carmela felt like she had been punched in the gut, like the wind had been knocked out of her. She dropped her phone to the floor, the sound of it hitting the ground echoing in the empty room.As Carmela sat there, numb and reeling from the conversation, she heard the sound of the front door opening. She looked up to see Andrew standing in the doorway, a look of concern on his face."What's wrong?
Reluctantly, Carmela got up from the sofa and went to the door. She opened it and there stood Max, looking as handsome as ever. He looked at her with pleading eyes, and she could see the pain in them. "Please, Carmela, I need to talk to you," he said, his voice full of emotion. She hesitated for a moment, but then stepped outside and closed the door behind her. She looked up at Max, waiting for him to speak."What is it, Max?" she asked, her voice sounding more tired than she intended."Don't you have anything to ask me?" Max asked, sounding frustrated. Carmela laughed dryly. "What exactly do you think I want to ask you, Max?" she said. "You left me, remember? I'm not interested in what you've been up to. And I certainly don't care about your marriage to Nicole. It's none of my business."Max looked taken aback by her words, but she didn't care. "Fine, I won't talk about that," he said. "But I have to talk to you about something else."What I need to tell you is about the night we
“Max, I don’t care.” Carmela breathed. “It’s time you head back to your *To be Wife* She might come looking for you.” Carmela wanted Max to leave that instant, she couldn’t bear to look at him for a second.“Carmela, you have to hear me out.” Max pulled her by the hand, however, she bruised it off. “Max, you’re crazy to think I’ll come back to you.” She shouted. “Leave, or I’ll call the cops.” Max was perplexed he couldn’t believe that Carmela wouldn’t want to hear him out. Instead, she planned on calling the cops on him.He stopped pulling her and begging. He turned and started to walk away. Carmela on the other hand was feeling her heart break as she shouted at Max. She felt bad for what she said, nevertheless, she made the right decision. It was time she let Max go. She rushed inside the house, slamming the door from behind as she tried to catch her breath. She couldn’t believe she just rejected Max! “Who was that?” She heard a feminine voice and she flinched. “I thought I he
“I’m afraid, I can’t do that.” The teacher said with a warm smile. “Who are you again?” She knew that Max was the twin's father, perhaps it was because Carmela had strictly warned to not allow the children to go anywhere without her permission. “What? You don’t know me?” Max scoffed. “I’m their father.”“I’m afraid, I was not informed that you’ll be the one to come pick the kids.” She replied, crossing her hands, “You’ll need to call their mother before I can leave them in your care.” “Are you a new teacher here?” Max asked already frustrated. “Where is their classroom teacher, Claudia?” Max looked around trying to see if he’d be able to spot Claudia, however, she was nowhere in sight. “See, Mr….You’ll have to call their mother before you can take the kids.” She held onto Hannah’s hand. “If you’ll excuse me, they need to return to their class.” She walked past Max with Hannah and Noah along with the other kids. Being a newly Renounced CEO of his father's firm and with the whole
“You did what?!” Carmela asked, “Max took my kids and you didn’t bother telling me?” Carmela who was sitting in the dinner room, with a laptop right in her front, when she rose to her feet in haste. “Well…I’m telling you now.” Carmela could feel deceit in Claudia voice and she couldn’t help but contain the fire burning inside of her. “Where did he take them to?” Carmela spoke, fervently, “Did he mention any?”“No…I’m sorry.” After the call was hang off and Carmela fell back on the chair, her hands on her head as she panicked. How could Max take the kids, without telling her?Carmela was furious. Her ex-husband Max had taken her kids without her permission, and she didn't know where they were. She felt like her heart was breaking, and she couldn't understand how he could do this to her. She was trying to do her best for her children, and she thought that Max understood that. She felt betrayed and hurt, and she didn't know what to do next.She paced back and forth in the living ro
Carmela marched up to Max, her face flushed with anger. She looked him in the eye, her gaze steely and determined. "You invited my kids," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "And I'm not going to let you hurt them."Without warning, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face. The sound echoed through the room, and everyone gasped. The music stopped, and a hush fell over the crowd."Where are my kids?" Carmela demanded, her voice rising in pitch. She scanned the crowd, but there were too many people for her to see them. "Where are they, Max?"Just then, Nichole emerged from the crowd, her eyes narrowed. "Carmela, what are you doing here?" she asked, her tone accusatory. "How dare you crash Max's party like this?"Carmela turned to face her, her anger flaring. "I'm here for my kids," she said, her voice shaking. "I don't care about your stupid party.Nichole crossed her arms, her face like stone. "You weren't invited," she said, her voice hard and cold. "What are you do
"What's going on here?" Nichole demanded, her voice loud and angry. "Why are you in a room alone with this woman?"Carmela ignored her, and instead walked toward the door. Nichole stood in front of it, blocking her path. "Let me by," Carmela said, her voice low and threatening."No way," Nichole said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Not until you explain what's going on."Carmela pushed past her, and Nichole stumbled backward. Max just watched, saying nothing.Carmela hurried out of the room, her heart in her chest.She raced down the hallway, searching for her children. Finally, she spotted them, playing in a room down the hall. As soon as they saw her, they ran to her, Hannah first, followed by Noah.Carmela scooped them up in her arms, holding them close. Hannah snuggled into her, while Noah clung to her. She held them tight, feeling a wave of relief."Mommy, we've been waiting for you," Hannah said, her little voice full of wonder. "What took you so long?"Carmela smiled at he
"How dare you speak to me that way!" Nichole snapped, her voice harsh. "I'm an adult, and you're just a child. You don't know anything about what's going on!"Hannah's eyes filled with tears, and she turned and ran back to her brother. "It's not true," she sobbed. "My mom didn't do anything wrong."Carmela put her arm around Hannah, pulling her close. "It's all right, sweetie," she said, her voice soothing.Pedro walked into the room, his eyes taking in the scene before him. He looked from Carmela to Nichole, his face confused. "What's going on here?" he asked, his voice low and even.Nichole's face went pale, and she looked away from him, her eyes full of shame. "Nothing," she said, her voice small. "They were just leaving."Pedro turned to Carmela, his brow furrowed. "What did she do?" he asked, his voice full of concern.Carmela told Pedro everything that had happened, from the missing head pin to Nichole's accusations. As she spoke, Pedro's face grew more and more concerned. When
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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