“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
“In a day or two, you’ll be able to take her.”As the doctor dismissed him, Max could barely contain his joy. He knew that the child was his, and he couldn't wait to take Carmela home and start their life together as a family. As he walked out of the office, he couldn't stop himself from smiling. He knew that everything was about to change, and he couldn't wait to see what the future held.DAY 2Max awoke to the sound of his alarm, the cheerful tune jarring him from his slumber. He rolled over and turned it off, his eyes still heavy with sleep. He slipped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen, humming a happy tune as he started breakfast. Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Nichole grumbled as she rolled over and shut off the alarm. She was not a morning person.Nichole stumbled into the bathroom, grumbling under her breath as she reached for the toothbrush. The sound of Max's humming drifted through the door, grating on her nerves. She couldn't believe that she was going to have to
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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