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
After Andrew left, Carmela followed Sarah into the living room. Sarah's parents, John and Martha, were sitting on the couch, and they greeted the girls with wide smiles. "It's so good to see you again!" John said, standing up to give them each a hug. "We've missed you both.""It's so good to be back," Carmela replied, hugging John and Martha. "This place still feels like home."Martha laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Well, you're always welcome here," she said.Sarah led Carmela into the dining room, where a delicious-smelling meal was waiting for them. The table was set with china and silverware, and the whole room was bathed in the warm glow of candlelight."I hope you're hungry!" Martha said, smiling as they sat down at the table. "We have plenty of food, and we're so happy to have you here.""We're so grateful to be here," Carmela said, looking around the table at Sarah, John, and Martha.As they began to eat, conversation flowed easily. The four of them talked about everything fro
"We should go see a doctor," Max said, worry etched on his face. "This isn't normal, and it could be serious.""No, I'm fine," Carmela said, her voice stubborn. "I just need to be alone for a while. Please, just leave me alone."Max hesitated, but he could hear the pleading in her voice. He turned and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He went back to the living room and sat on the couch, feeling helpless.As Max sat on the couch, a thought crossed his mind. What if Carmela was pregnant? He remembered what the doctor had told him days ago, about the effects of the memory wiping on her body. Could that be the cause of her sudden nausea? He stood up and called out to her. "Carm?" he said, his voice tentative. "I think I know what's going on. I'll be back soon."Carmela didn't respond, and Max left the apartment, feeling hopeful and a little nervous.Carmela sat on the bathroom floor, cursing herself for ruining the moment. She had been so close to kissing Max, but then he
Suddenly, the music in the room changed from background noise to an actual song, slow and romantic. George looked at Carmela and said, "Would you like to dance?"Carmela's heart jumped into her throat. "Oh, I don't know," she said, her voice coming out a little squeaky. "I'm not much of a dancer.""That's okay," George said, reaching for her hand. "We'll just move slowly.”Carmela hesitated for a moment, then let George take her hand and lead her out onto the dance floor. As they started to move, Carmela felt her feet stumble a bit, but George held her close and guided her gently. Soon, they were swaying slowly to the music, Carmela's nerves slowly dissipating."This isn't so bad, is it?" George asked, a smile playing on his lips."No, it's not bad at all," Carmela said, relaxing into the dance.As the music continued, the dance floor filled up with other couples, all moving to the slow beat of the song. George and Carmela glided around the room, their feet moving in time with the
The next morning, Carmela woke to the shrill ringing of her phone. She scrambled to pick it up, her heart racing. When she saw that it was a call from Sarah, she felt a pit of dread form in her stomach."Hello?" she said, her voice trembling."Carmela," Sarah said, her voice sounding small and scared. "The twins are missing. Last night, a group of men broke in and took them. I don't know where they are right now. I’m scared! You have to come over. Please."Carmela felt her knees go weak. "What? My twins! No no no…I’ll be right over." She hung up the phone and ran to get dressed, her mind racing. What could have happened to her twins? And why or who would have done that?Carmela rushed out of her room in a rush, after she had already put on a dress. At the dinner room, Max was seated at the sofa, looking at the Tv.He turned abruptly at Carmela as she buckle her shoes in a rush. “Well good morning…” he stood to his feet to ease the moment, but with the looks on Carmela’s face, he wi
“Who was that?” Officer Johnson said in a rushed voice. He was very curious to who had called Carmela and if it was related to the kidnapping of the twins. Carmela slowly dropped the phone from her ear, her eyes all teary, she looked at Sarah and the officer before she said another word. “Nichole,” Her voice came in short, “she’s s-she’s the one that took my kids. Please help me out, I don’t think I’ll be able to take all this anymore.”At hearing this, Sarah rushed to console Carmela dearly, her hands slowly sliding the sides of her body. “Calm down, my team and I are looking into all this.”Officer Johnson assured wholeheartedly, “I wanna know, did you record the conversation?”If she did, it would have been more easier for him to get a warrant and begin the search. “No, I didn’t.”“Shit!”He sweared that instant, now it would be more difficult for him to find the kids and also arrest Nichole all together. “You should have, that would have helped us fasten this case. You know we ha
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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