Lisa’s POV Two weeks after my wedding, I discovered I had been carrying a dead child inside of me. I didn’t even know I was pregnant to begin with. It all started with that dream. First off I do not believe in dreams but certain things have happened and I am beginning to think otherwise. I had dreamt of attending a funeral with my husband. I didn’t know who had died or why I was there. All I knew was that someone was dead. Only for me to go to the hospital and just like that, I was immediately operated on. It’s been three years since that incident and I have never been pregnant. Now all I want is simple; a normal life. I didn’t want to control a business or be famous. All I wanted was a happy home, a loving husband and little versions of me and Andre running around the house, but then the last part of my wishes are yet to come to pass. You know, they say a child is a gift from God but here I am staring at a woman named Sarah, asking the nurse, places she could go to get a bab
Lisa’s POV“So how was the visit to the hospital?” Andre asked. He had asked that I go get checked when I began sleeping around the house.What I didn’t tell him was that I didn’t go. I didn’t want to put my hopes up on something, only to get disappointed again like the last time. I never want to feel that way again. “Good!” I replied, plastering a smile on my face as I buried myself in the cooking. I increased the speed of the blender. Maybe if the noise became too much, he would quietly walk away from the kitchen. Andre stood right in front of fridge. He didn’t pick a fruit or anything. He had already drank a glass of water, so I wondered what he was still doing here. When ever the blender stopped, I would start it all over again. I repeated the process until Andre gave up and walked out of the kitchen.During dinner, Andre still didn't want to drop it.“What did the doctor say baby?” he turned to me and looked me in the eye. My mouth went dry but I didn’t dare swallow. Not with A
Lisa’s POVI stiffened immediately on seeing the face on the video. It was blurry but I could still make out the faces. It was Andre and a female I had never seen before. Andre Luster. My husband. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.They were buck naked on the bed. I pinched myself in hopes that this was some sick game targeted at me but the more I stared at the video, the more real it became and the more I recognized who the male is in the coital affair.No! this is just an attack. Who ever this is knows I am the wife of billionaire, Andre Luster. This must be some AI shit.I threw my phone on the bed and walked into the shower. The water was too cold. I got out and went to get myself some food but it was too hot. Suddenly I was feeling too hot. I felt like some prisoner in my clothes. I walked around the house but I still was not satisfied. Finally I went for a swim. As I sat, trying to catch my breath, then the tears began to fall freely. This time I did nothing to stop it. I
Lisa’s POV“It’s a baby Lisa! Have some mercy!” Andre yelled at me that night. I had confronted him immediately in our bed room.“I don’t care! I don’t want to see her here!” I screamed louder. I was this close to losing it.“I can’t send her away, she has my child,” he grumbled.“What! I can’t believe the nerve— I sneered— you cheated on me and brought back a receipt and you had the guts to throw it in my face? What of me? My— ” I was about to tell him about my own baby when he interrupted me.“My hands are tied,” he announced.“So you are going to sit there like a dummy and do nothing?” I turned my head to the side. The next thing I know is I am being shoved.Andre pinned me to the wall. “I have had enough of your stupid attitude.“ He growled. “If you had quietly gotten pregnant, this would not be the case!” he warned me.“What?” I gasped. Shock reverberated through my body. I couldn’t believe those words were coming from Andre. My Andre.Andre walked out of the room.I slowly sank
Lisa’s POVAt this point I believe I had been cursed. On Monday, Shelly, because that was her name, the girl my husband cheated with, messed with my smoothie combination. She ate up all the apple. I swiftly told Andre and he told me to be more accommodating. That she was pregnant. I had to let that slide.On tuesday, she occupied the sitting room with her bitchy friends and they laughed like witches. I couldn’t concentrate on the book I was reading.On wednesday, she made Andre’s mother yell at me. She had told her series of things about me and when I entered the sitting room she stopped talking. Before Andre’s mother left, she warned me to let Shelly carry her baby to full term, since I didn’t want to get pregnant. That hurt me so bad, even though I was pregnant, it still hurt.On thursday, she told the delivery guy to take my package back, that this was the wrong address. I didn’t react so much because I didn’t want to stir up trouble. It was on Friday that I couldn’t take it anymo
Lisa’s POV 3 months later, after I finally picked the pieces of my life back, I went back to work with dad. He made me the chief Finance Officer. Honestly working was hard. It was a herculean task but I was up for the challenge. Well except for today.I sat in a fully air conditioned office but had beads of sweat running down my cheeks and no matter how many times I had swiped them away, there was more from where that came from. My phones and the land lines have been ringing none stop all morning. The company was on fire. Well Hypothetically.Over the weekend, a very damaging rumor arose like the stench from a refuse dump. It’s been said that Kay conglomerate were about to go bankrupt. I has had clients and customers breathing down my neck in the last 10hrs. She had begged and cried and barked and screamed. None worked. I ran my hand over my wavy locks, making it more of a mess, than it was before. I searched through my bag and took out a pack of tissues. I had exhausted the one i
Lisa's POVI leaned my back on my car. I was frustrated as I felt a sense of unease, the only thing that could be felt through me was the anger I felt towards Andre Luster, my ex husband.A black cloth was covered on my head as I wrapped it around my neck. I didn't want to be seen by anyone so at that moment I had to be discreet in hiding my identity otherwise before I would carry out my plans, it would flop right in my face. I was outside Andre's mansion and I could hear their happy laughters coming from inside. It seemed as though they were contented with everything. Happiness came knocking on their door at the expense of snatching my own happiness from me. I could feel them rubbing their perfect lives on my face and how they were taunting me with words I couldn't hear.The thought of everything felt as though a knife was plunged through my chest. Even if everyone turned their backs on me, I was still surprised on what came over Andre. The way he acted and how he instantly switche
LISA'S POV I sat at my desk, feeling stuck. Liam and I had been talking about getting Leo involved in the issue for as long as I could remember, but I still couldn't make up my mind."I don't know, Liam," I said, throwing up my hands. "I want to hurt Andre so bad, but involving Leo feels like a huge risk. Not after knowing what he is to us, I mean my father, it stresses me out.”Liam leaned back in his chair. "I get it, but think about what you could gain. You could take down Andre and his whole empire."I stood up and started pacing around the room. "I know, but it's not just about winning or losing. It's about me, and what I'm willing to do to get revenge."I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, my mind still racing. As I drove home, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was in over my head.When I got home, I collapsed onto the couch, feeling exhausted. I thought about Leo, and what he was offering me. I thought about Andre, and how much I wanted to hurt him.But most of all,
Lisa’s POVThe thrill of the press conference lingered in the air, a sweet perfume blending with the biting chill that seeped through the slightly open window of my office. Leo closed the door behind us, isolating ourselves in this small sanctuary from the flashing lights and probing questions. The adrenaline crash was imminent, and I could feel it coursing through my veins, more intense than any boardroom battle I had ever experienced.“Can you believe how well that went?” I exclaimed, my heart still racing. I couldn't suppress the wide grin stretching across my face as I turned to face him.“Better than I expected,” he replied, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear in a tender gesture. “You owned that room, Lisa. Everyone was captivated by your passion and drive. That’s not just charisma; that’s you.”I felt warmth spreading in my chest at his praise. “I was terrified when that reporter asked about my past. But you were right there, grounded by my side. It made all the differ
Lisa’s POVAs I sat in my newly furnished office, looking out over the snowy expanse of Ottawa, my heart lay heavy with emotions I hadn’t quite processed. The view was beautiful, but it felt like a parody of my lifea pristine landscape masking the turbulence within. Leo had made the ultimate sacrifice for me, and I still felt the echoes of betrayal from my past winding through my thoughts, stinging like unresolved wounds.Today was the day we would unveil our joint venture: a philanthropic foundation aimed at helping orphaned children, something Leo had been passionate about since we first met. It was a chance to give back, to make a real difference in lives like his had once been lives that had the potential to achieve greatness. A part of me excitedly anticipated the unveiling while another part of me was terrified. This was not just a business endeavor; it was a collaboration of our fragile trust, a fragile bond that had weathered one of the worst storms life had thrown at us.“Lis
Lisa’s POVThe week that followed was awash in vibrant colors and newfound intimacy. Leo and I devoted ourselves to our "check-in" times, weaving honesty into the fabric of our relationship, and confronting the shadows that had once loomed so large. Each exchanged vulnerability felt like stripping away layers of burdens, revealing the truest forms of ourselves raw, imperfect, and resilient.One evening, as we curled up on the couch with cups of steaming tea, I glanced at the sketchbook filled with our painted memories. “It’s incredible to see how far we’ve come in such a short time, don’t you think?” I said, flipping through the pages, each illustration sparking its own joy and reflection.“It really is,” Leo replied, his gaze softening as he scanned the artwork. “Each piece is like a little milestone on our journey a testament to our growth.”Inspired, I picked up a brush, swirling it in the palette. “Do you think we could create something to symbolize this moment? A piece that embod
Lisa’s POVThe weekend air was heavy with the sweet scent of blooming roses and fresh-cut grass. Armed with our watercolor supplies, Leo and I had transformed our garden into a creative sanctuary, a canvas where we would share pieces of our souls. Each stroke of the brush felt like swiping away the remnants of yesterday's pain, replacing it with vibrant hopes for tomorrow.As I dipped the brush into the cerulean blue, I felt a surge of excitement but also a whisper of doubt, lurking just beneath the surface. “Leo,” I started, squeezing the paintbrush just tightly enough to capture his attention. “How do you feel about our project? I mean, really feel.”He paused, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead, his icy blue eyes meeting mine. “I love it. It feels... liberating, doesn’t it? Like we’re reclaiming parts of ourselves that we lost along the way.”I nodded, but lingering uncertainty clouded my thoughts. “Then why do I feel like there's still a barrier between us? Like I’m
Lisa’s POVThe golden hues of sunset wrapped around us as we sat on that quiet bench, the world around us fading into a serene backdrop against the weight of our conversation. Leo's words hung in the air like a promise a commitment to face the shadows of our past together.“Are you all right?” Leo asked gently, his thumb brushing over my knuckles, grounding me with his touch.“I think I will be,” I replied, taking a deep breath. “It’s just daunting to think about everything we’ve been through. Sometimes it feels easier to just focus on the future.”He nodded, understanding the conflict in my heart. “We’ve grown so much, and it feels easy to believe that moving on means ignoring where we’ve come from. But confronting hurts, the fear that what will let us truly move forward.”“Then let’s do it,” I said, my voice steadying. “Let’s find a way to confront our pasts without letting them consume us.”He smiled, that beautiful, encouraging smile I had come to rely on. “I’m with you every ste
Lisa’s POVThe days flew by in a blur of planning, laughter, and tentative steps forward. With every passing moment, Leo and I found ourselves growing closer, our connection deepening as we tackled our individual goals side by side.Summer was in full bloom; the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the sounds of birds chirping outside our window. One particularly warm afternoon, I sat at our dining table, typing up my latest blog post about our aspirations and dreams, reflecting on the journey we had embraced together. The sun streamed in, bathing me in warmth, and I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude.Just as I was about to wrap up my writing, Leo burst into the room, a twinkle in his eyes and a canvas tucked under his arm. “You’ll never guess what I just finished!”I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What is it?”He laid the canvas on the table, revealing a stunning painting of the very view I had often admired our backyard, with its vibrant wildflowers and
Lisa’s POVThe soft chirping of birds woke me the next morning, signaling the arrival of a new day. I stretched lazily in bed, the warmth from under the covers wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. The light filtering in through the window hinted at a promising day ahead, filled with opportunity and potential.Rolling over, I smiled at the sight of Leo, still lost in dreamland. His tousled hair and the faintest hint of stubble gave him an effortlessly handsome look. I felt a wave of affection wash over me. There was a calmness in our lives now, and the burden of the past no longer felt quite so heavy.After a few moments of admiring him, I quietly slipped from the bed, careful not to wake him. I padded to the kitchen, replaying our dinner last night in my mind. Planning our future together had felt exhilarating, but there remained an undercurrent of nerves. Would we truly be able to navigate the struggles that lay ahead?As I brewed a fresh pot of coffee, my phone chimed with
Lisa’s POV.The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. I stirred awake, blinking against the brightness. The warmth beside me reminded me of the night before of laughter, promises, and the bold declaration that we would face whatever lay ahead together.Leo was still asleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. A peaceful expression adorned his face, a stark contrast to the chaos of our lives outside these four walls. I smiled softly, tucking a stray hair behind his ear. The silent moments like this felt sacred, and I cherished the tranquility we had carved out in this storm.As I slipped from the bed, I tiptoed to the kitchen, the sound of my bare feet padding against the cool wooden floor a gentle reminder of the mundane world waiting for us. I brewed coffee, the rich aroma filling the space, a promise of energy and clarity for the day to come.Sipping my coffee, I gazed out the window, watching the world awaken. The trees swayed gen
Lisa's POVAs I sat in the dim light of the new apartment Leo provided after our tumultuous return, I felt an odd mixture of relief and anxiety. The walls, though painted in a calming shade of lavender, seemed to loom over me like the ghosts of our past. Memories of betrayal, heartbreak, and vengeance floated like shadows, offering little comfort.Leo’s soft footsteps echoed through the space, breaking me from my reverie. He entered, his icy blue eyes searching mine for something understanding, perhaps. He closed the door softly behind him, shutting out the remnants of our chaotic lives for a moment. “I thought we could finally breathe,” he said, his voice laced with uncertainty as he ran a hand through his jet-black hair. “Just us. No more drama.” I managed a small smile, though it trembled. “Yes, just us.” But I knew the shadows wouldn’t fade that easily. Not after everything we’d been through.“We’ll need to talk about…everything.” His tone shifted, a hint of seriousness threadin