A curve appeared at the edge of Nichole’s lips. A hint of mischief.“No,I’m not.”She bent her neck playfully and sat on Pedro’s table, her slender legs in a seducing figure, “I was kidding earlier of all those nonsense about secrets I said earlier, but here’s the real deal. Your out of the business Pedro.”Nichole was being true this time and they was no act of denial that not only did she plan to destroy Carmela’s peaceful life but also does she intend to have every of the Atom’s Property to herself.“What did you do?” After discovering her intention, Pedro flame out of his seat and held Nichole by the throat, his breath against her face, his lips inches away from hers. He was very angry at her that he felt like punching her in the gut.Instead he restricted himself, this was because Nichole was his ex wife and he couldn’t just place a hand on her due to the thing he still felt for her. “Chill, you wouldn’t want to be my enemy,”Nichole said in a sly attitude, bringing her face even
“Carmela, there’s a call for you,” Carmela heard Sarah’s voice from the sitting room.“Who’s that?”Carmela yelled from the room she sat inside. But instead of an honest reply, Sarah answered, “I don’t know.”Because she didn’t want to tell Carmela who it was so she wouldn’t get to answer the call. Either way, Carmela was already on her feet and out already in the siting room. Carmela strode to the phone stand and collected the phone from Sarah who shrugged her shoulder once more, “Hello, who’s there?” She whistled. “Carmela,” a voice hummed from the other end and immediately, Carmela's eyes walked back to Sarah who was standing in the kitchen her hands crossed. “Max, why did you call?” Carmela angrily replied, remembering how he treated her when she came to get the kids at his place. Before Max could reply, Carmela whispered in the room to Sarah, “Why didn’t you tell me it was Max??”“Uh…” Sarah on the other hand, acted like she didn’t know. She shrugged her shoulder and pouted
"We should talk somewhere private," Pedro said. "Let's go to that cafe down the street. I'll buy you a coffee."Carmela was hesitant, but she couldn't deny her curiosity. "Okay," she said. "Lead the way."They walked side by side, not saying a word. The cafe was bustling, but they managed to find a quiet table in the corner. Pedro ordered them each a coffee, then sat back in his seat."Alright, tell me everything," Carmela said.As they approached the cafe, they saw that it was completely packed, with a line of people snaking out the door."This place is a madhouse," Pedro said. "Why don't we just go for a walk instead?"Carmela nodded. "Sure, let's go," she said.They left the cafe and wandered through the streets of the city, chatting idly. The sun was setting, and the air was cool and crisp. They strolled past shops and restaurants, and eventually came to a large fountain in the center of a square."We can sit by the fountain," Pedro said, and Carmela nodded, following him to a be
As the clock ticked toward 6pm, Carmela heard the front door open, followed by the sound of little feet running down the hall. She went to greet the kids, but when she reached out to help Noah with his backpack, he shook his head. "I can do it myself!" he said proudly. Carmela's heart sank a little, but she nodded, trying to smile. Just then, Sarah emerged from her room, a sleepy smile on her face.Sarah looked at Carmela and said, "Hey, Carm, the little guy is growing up. He's getting so independent! But I know it's tough when they start to push you away. I'm here if you want to talk." Carmela's heart sank even further, and a lump rose in her throat. "It's not just that," she said. "I'm worried about something else." Sarah looked at her, concern evident on her face. "Tell me," she said."I think Noah is acting this way because he's upset that I won't let him see his father," Carmela said. "Max wants to see him, but I just don't trust him. He's not the man I thought he was." Sar
Carmela waved a dismissive hand. "Well, that's wonderful," she said, her voice flat and uninterested. "I'm sure it'll be a beautiful baby. But I must say, I don't see what this has to do with me."Carmela turned back to a mirror, fussing with her hair. "You know, if you're planning on keeping it, you'll need to make some major changes in your life," she said, her tone dismissive. "No more late nights out, or partying.Nichole sat down on the edge of the hospital reception chair, facing Carmela. "Carmela, now that your here, enough about me. You came all this way, all the way to the hospital. What's going on? Are you... are you okay?" she asked, concern creeping into her voice.Carmela hesitated for a moment, her face unreadable. "I'm fine," she said, her voice clipped. "I'm here because I wanted to see how I was doing. But now I think it's time for me to go." She stood up, grabbing her purse and starting for the door.Just as Carmela was about to leave the reception area, a nurse
As Carmela slowly drifted back to consciousness, she became aware of the beeping of a heart monitor, the antiseptic smell of the hospital room, and the feel of the stiff, white sheets underneath her. Her head ached, and her body felt heavy and sore. But she was alive. She had survived the crash, somehow.She opened her eyes, and saw the sterile white walls of the hospital room, the machines monitoring her vitals, and the IV in her arm. She tried to sit up, but pain shot through her body. A groan escaped her lips.As Carmela looked around the room, she recognized several faces. There was Pedro, her former boss, who looked concerned and worried. There was Max, her ex-husband, his face full of sadness and regret. And there was Sarah, her best friend, her face full of sympathy and compassion. Finally, there were her twin children, standing at the foot of the bed, looking scared and confused.Carmela's head was spinning. She didn't know what to say, or how to explain what had happened.
Hearing about Carmela’s condition, Nichole's face crumpled in concern, and she reached out to grab Max's hand. But just as she did, she let out a gasp of pain, clutching her stomach.Pedro rushed to Nichole's side, helping her stand up straight. "Nichole, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with worry. "You look like you're in pain."Max's eyes narrowed even further, his gaze shifting from Nichole to Pedro and back again. "Do you know each other?" he asked, his voice accusatory.Nichole nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yes, we've done some business together," she said, keeping her voice steady. "There's nothing to worry about. Pedro is a friend."“Pedro, meet Max, My Husband.” Nichole smiled,“I guess I haven’t properly introduced myself well.” Pedro stretched his hands forward, however Max refused to accept it.“Stop the pretense. It’s obvious we’ve met before.” Max scoffed, his expression still filled with suspicion. "And I have no idea what you're talking about, Nichole, wh
"Stop!" Nichole yelled, but neither man seemed to hear her. "Please!" she cried, trying to make herself heard over the sounds of the fight. "Please, stop this!"But Max and Pedro didn't seem to hear her. Max was yelling at Pedro, demanding to know why he was with his wife. Pedro kept trying to explain that nothing was going on, but Max wouldn't listen.Suddenly, security guards rushed into the room, pulling Max and Pedro apart. They struggled against the guards, but eventually they were separated, both of them panting and out of breath. As they stood there, trying to catch their breath, Nichole came forward and pressed a cool cloth to Max's face, trying to soothe the swelling around his eye.Max's eyes met Nichole's, and for a moment, it seemed like he was going to speak. But he just sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat.In the doctor's office, Max and Nichole sat in silence, waiting for the doctor to arrive. Finally, the doctor entered the room, looking at the two of them with a