"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
Sarah's eyes widened, and she took a step back, her hands flying to her mouth. "Wh-what?" she stammered, her voice coming out as a whisper. But Carmela put a finger to her lips, motioning for her to be quiet."Shh," Carmela said, her eyes wide. "Please, don't scream. I just need your help."Sarah was trembling, her mind racing. She was torn between wanting to scream and wanting to help her friend. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper."It was Nichole," Carmela said, her voice breaking. "She pushed me in front of the car. But we can't tell the police. They won't believe us. And... and I don't want to hurt her."Sarah's eyes filled with tears. "You can't keep doing this," she said, her voice shaking. "We have to tell the police. We have to stop her before she hurts someone else.""I can't do that," Carmela said, her voice desperate."I'm sorry," Carmela said, her voice thick with emotion. "I just couldn't keep lying to you. You're my friend, and I didn't want to keep
"No, it's not a lie," Nichole said, her eyes hardening. "And I don't care what you think about it. Max and I are happy, and that's all that matters. I'm sorry if this upsets you, but I'm not going to let your feelings stand in the way of my happiness."Carmela felt like she'd been punched in the gut. Nichole's words were like a knife to her heart, and she felt the sting of betrayal. How could Nichole do this to her?Carmela let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm happy for you and Max," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I'm not happy that my husband married my best friend. There's a lot you haven't told me, it seems."Nichole's face remained impassive. "There's a lot we need to talk about," she said, her voice cold. "But I'm not going to do it out here.”Max cleared his throat, his eyes darting between the two women. "This is really uncomfortable," he said, his voice strained. "I just want us all to be able to get along. Can we please just try to s
The sun had begun to set, and the evening light was streaming through the kitchen window. Max was busy preparing dinner, when he heard the front door open and close. He turned, a smile on his face, as he saw Nichole walk into the room."Hey!" he said, his tone warm and friendly. "I thought you were still angry at me.”Nichole let out a small laugh, her eyes sparkling. "I figured it would be of no use to do so," she said, her tone playful."Okay, I’m making dinner," Max said, a small smile on his face. "You're my fiancée, and you live here. Wanna join me?”Nichole let out a small huff, her lips pursed in annoyance. "You're not yourself anymore," she said, her voice sounding a little annoyed. "Ever since Carmela came to live here, you've been different. You used to call me every time you were going to cook. Now, you just do it without asking. What's going on?"“I’m calling you now..” Max sighed, the smile on his face fading. "You have nothing to worry about," he said, his tone gentle.
Nichole's face was red with anger as she glared at Carmela. "What in the hell was that?" she demanded, her voice shaking. "Have you forgotten that Max is going to be my husband? Why would you lick something off of his lips?"Carmela's eyes widened, and she felt her heart sink. "I... I didn't mean to," she stammered, her words coming out in a rush. "I'm sorry, I just... I didn't think."Nichole stood up, her hands balled into fists."It's not a big deal," Max said, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "Nichole, it was an accident. There's no need to get so worked up." He let out a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.But Nichole was having none of it. She was fuming with anger and jealousy, and she glared at Carmela. "No, it's not enough," she said, her voice shaking. "You need to leave my house. Now."Max's expression turned serious, and he looked from one woman to the other.As Carmela stood up, Max stepped in front of her, blocking her way. "You don't need to go anywh
The sight of Mr. Atom sent a jolt of adrenaline through Carmela's body. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with the same dark hair and piercing blue eyes as Max. He looked more older than she remembered, but his presence was still commanding."Hello, Nichole," he said, his voice low and deep."Oh, you're here," Nichole said, her voice sounding surprisingly steady. "Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink?""I'm sorry, but I can't stay," Mr. Atom said, his expression serious. "I have somewhere I need to be.""But you can't leave yet," Nichole said, her voice rising slightly. "I need to talk to you, about Max. Please, just stay for a little while."Mr. Atom hesitated, his gaze shifting between Nichole and the door.“O-okay..” he sighed. “What is it this time?”Carmela's curiosity was piqued - she couldn't help but wonder what Mr. Atom and Nichole were discussing. It must be something important, otherwise they wouldn't be speaking so quietly.Carmela decided to get up and m
After a few moments of sitting in a daze, Nichole gathered her things and got up from the table. She walked slowly towards the exit of the restaurant, her legs feeling like lead. As she reached the door, she paused for a moment, looking back at the table where she had just been sitting with Mr. Atom. She felt a pang of loss and regret, but she knew she had to leave. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door, stepping out into the light.Meanwhile, at another table in the restaurant, Carmela had been sitting alone, eavesdropping on the conversation between Mr. Atom and Nichole. When she heard Mr. Atom and Nichole leave, she stood up, her mind whirling. What had she just heard? Was it true? She felt like she needed to talk to someone, and there was only one person she could think of. She rushed out of the restaurant and headed to Sarah's apartment.Carmela climbed out of the cab, her hands shaking as she paid the driver. She walked quickly towards Sarah's apartment building