"If what you're saying is true, Max," Carmela said, her voice quavering, "then I've been with the wrong person all along. I've been in love with someone who was a lie." She looked at Max, her eyes full of questions. "How can I trust you now?" Max reached out to touch her hand, but Carmela pulled away. "I know you're angry," he said softly. "I know you have every right to be. But please, let me explain. I can prove to you that everything I'm saying is true." Carmela felt dizzy and overwhelmed. She didn't know what to believe anymore. Max reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace. She resisted at first, but then her strength gave out and she let herself be held. She buried her face in his chest and began to sob. Her body shook with the force of her emotions. "It's okay," Max whispered. "It's all going to be okay. Just let it out. Let it all out." When it was due, Carmela and Max headed back home. That house was originally Max’s but after everything that had happened, Maxwell
As Max and Maxwell both interchanged heartfelt look, a knock was heard on the door of the house and their attention where turned immediately. A suspicious looked appeared on Maxwell face that he looked at Max in the most unusual way. Had Max told someone else about this new discovery? “Who else have you told?”Maxwell approached Max up-close, like he was about to launch a punch in his face.“Who-else knows about you? Who did you tell before coming here?” Maxwell pointed his finger at Max’s chest and he didn’t even flinch a bit. His hands were crossed in unison and he looked at Maxwell straight in the eye. “Why?” Max smiled, he felt like it was a privilege to make Maxwell this uncomfortable.“Are you scared to open the door to the house you forcefully got without permission?” “I aren’t scared of anything.” Maxwell chuckled tirelessly looking below, as he rested his hands on his waist then looked back up at Max, his hands still pointing at him, “Understand that.” After, max walked to
Carmela's heart was racing as she watched Maxwell approach them, a gun in his hand. He was getting closer and closer, and she and Max were backing up against the wall. There was nowhere to run, and they were trapped. "Please," Carmela said, her voice shaking. "Don't do this." Maxwell just smiled, his eyes cold and cruel. "Oh, I'm going to do it," he said. "And there's nothing you can do to stop me." Max stepped forward, his voice firm. "Listen to me, Maxwell," he said. "You need to let go of your obsession with Carmela. It's not healthy, and it's not right. She's not yours, and she never will be." Maxwell laughed, a low, dark chuckle that sent a chill down Max's spine. "Oh, but that's where you're wrong," he said. "If you're out of the picture, then Carmela will be all mine." "We're brothers," Max said, his voice firm. "I know you could never kill me. We're family." Maxwell's smile faded, and his eyes flashed with anger. "You think I care about that?" he said. "I don't. If I wan
Carmela pressed her hands against Max's wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Tears streamed down her face as she begged Max to stay with her. "Please, please don't do this to me," she sobbed. "I need you. I love you." But Max just smiled, blood bubbling up from his mouth. "You're too late," he said, his voice weak. "I love you too, but I can't stay. I'm sorry." "Please don't talk like that," Carmela pleaded. "Please don't give up. Just stay with me. I'm here. I'm right here with you." She brushed his hair away from his face, and he turned to look at her, his eyes glazed with pain. His hand reached up to cup her cheek, and she felt his touch, warm and wet with blood. "I'm glad I got to see you one last time," he whispered. "I love you." Carmela sobbed, unable to speak. She held his hand, wishing she could stop time and make this moment last longer. Max's eyes started to flutter, and Carmela could tell he was fading. "Don't go," she begged. "Please, Max. Please stay with me." Bu
The rain was falling steadily, soaking the ground and the mourners who gathered under black umbrellas. They stood in silence, watching as the casket was lowered into the ground. The minister spoke words of comfort, but they were empty to Carmela. She felt numb, as if she were watching this from a distance, like it was happening to someone else. But then, she looked down at the casket, and she knew it was real. As the crowd began to disperse, Carmela stood alone by the grave, lost in her grief. The rain kept falling, washing away her tears. As Carmela stood staring at the grave, a hand gently touched her shoulder. She turned to see Mr. Eliot, Max's father, looking at her with concern. "You should go home," he said. "You've been here for hours. Let the dead sleep." Carmela shook her head. "I can't leave him," she said. "He's my whole world." Mr. Eliot looked at her, his eyes full of compassion. "I know how much you loved him," he said. "But you can't keep doing this to yourse
Maxwell slowly brought my hands down from his neck and moved closer to me. Maxwell took a step back, his hands raised in surrender. "Please, Carmela, just calm down," he said, his voice gentle. "I don't mean you or the baby any harm. I just wanted to see you, to talk to you." Carmela stared at him, her heart still racing. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, but she didn't have the strength to stop them. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice breaking. Carmela's anger and grief came to a head, and she lashed out, punching Maxwell in the chest. "Just leave me alone!" she cried. "I can't do this anymore. I can't take it!" Maxwell flinched, but he didn't strike back. He just looked at her, his eyes full of compassion. "Please, Carmela," he said. "I know this is hard, but I want to help you. I want to be there for you and the baby. Just give me a chance." “You’re not human…” Carmela cried, “just leave the surface of the earth. Leave me and my kids alone.”
Maxwell cuffed his hands around Carmela's wrists, holding her tight. She winced in pain, her eyes wide with fear. "Please," she said, her voice shaking. "Please, let me go. You're hurting me." Maxwell looked into her eyes, his expression pained. "I'm sorry," he said. "But I'm doing this for your own good. You have to trust me." "Why?" she asked, her voice breaking. "Why are you doing this? Just let me go. Please." "I love you, Carmela," Maxwell said, his voice cracking. "Please, just trust me. If you do, everything will be all right." "No, this isn't love," Carmela said, tears streaming down her face. "If you loved me, you wouldn't be doing this. If you loved me, you would let me go." "I can't do that," Maxwell said, his voice rising in frustration. "Just cooperate, and everything will be all right. I promise." Maxwell pulled out his phone and called a cab. When it arrived, he opened the door and ushered Carmela inside. The driver looked at them through the rearview mirror. "Wher
Carmela’s hands struck hard against Maxwell's chest but he didn’t bulge. He kept pulling her closer and tightening his lips on hers. She couldn’t breathe. She was weak and sad. It felt like she was caged in a dark room and there was no window to let air into the room. She begged to end her life because she couldn’t bring herself to do it. If only Max was still here, she could have still had a bit of her sanity. “P-please…” she begged as her lips slightly released from Maxwell’s. A tear rolled down her eyes, once more. “I’m begging you.” “Carmela, don’t cry.” Maxwell pulled back and looked at her pale and tender skin. He pulled her jaw up to face his. “I will always love you. Why don’t you feel what I’m feeling? I can’t let you die. Never!” He pulled Carmela up into his arm. This time he led her into a room. This was a master bedroom inside of the small mansion by the beachside. Carmela had been here with him before. Then, she had thought he was Max. She loved this beach house
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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