TIMOTHY POV Timothy sat slumped in the hard metal chair, his hands cuffed behind his back. His eyes darted around the interrogation room, his breaths shallow and rapid. He refused to speak, even as they spat out question after question. The police had been interrogating him for hours, but he held f
Mr. Wilke’s gaze bore into the officers with a steely determination. "My client has every right to legal representation. Any further mistreatment will be met with legal action." The tension in the room simmered as the lawyer took charge, demanding an explanation for Timothy's arrest. The officers,
The office buzzed with an electric tension that seemed to follow me as I made my way to my desk. My colleagues, typically engrossed in their own tasks, glanced up at my arrival, their expressions tense. "Evie, have you seen the news?" one of them asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I forced a
My heart raced as I sprinted toward the courthouse, my mind consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. I couldn't shake off the feeling of apprehension that had settled deep within me ever since I received that distressing call. The bitter cold wind slapped against my face, matching the turmoil raging ins
The phone rang twice before a deep, guarded voice answered, "Quinton speaking." "Hi, uh, Quinton. It's Evie," I said, attempting to sound confident despite the nerves that gnawed at me. "Who?" His voice was gruff, unyielding. "Evie. Evangeline," I clarified, though I was unsure if that would trig
The responses were immediate and harsh. Accusations flew at me like arrows, questioning my judgment, my loyalty, and even my sanity. The weight of the online attacks felt suffocating, but amidst the chaos, I held onto the belief that Timothy was wrongly accused. Hours later, there was a knock at my
TIMOTHY POV Timothy stood with a sinking feeling in his chest. Within the courtroom, a myriad of eyes fixated on him—the curious, the judgmental, and those seeking a spectacle. He shifted uncomfortably, wondering how he must’ve been looking to the cameras. Fans and foes alike lined the room, creat
His lawyer approached the bars, a grave expression etched on his face. "Timothy," he began, his voice low and measured, "I managed to secure your release for now. But I won't sugarcoat it—the evidence against you is damning." Timothy's heart sank at the lawyer's words. He nodded grimly, knowing he
"Plenty of space here,” he started. “I figured…we could easily convert this into a nursery someday." My heart skipped a beat at his words, the mere suggestion sending a wave of emotions crashing over me. A nursery—our nursery. The thought of starting a family with Timothy filled me with a sense of
As Timothy led me through the threshold, his hands cupping my eyes gently, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. This was it—the moment we had been waiting for. Our new beginning, our haven. Duke trotted alongside us, his tail wagging in anticipation. I could sense the air th
The flight back home felt like a whirlwind, the memories of our honeymoon paradise fading into the background as the reality of returning to our everyday lives set in. But as the plane touched down and we made our way through the bustling airport, a knot of anxiety tightened in my chest at the thoug
"Welcome, welcome!" she exclaimed, her voice as sweet as honey. "Would you like to try some of our local fruits?" We nodded eagerly, and she began slicing pieces of fruit with practiced ease, offering them to us on skewers. I reached for a slice of mango, its flesh ripe and juicy beneath my finger
As the plane descended toward the island, my heart fluttered with excitement. The anticipation bubbled within me as the tropical paradise came into view, its crystal-clear waters shimmering like liquid sapphires beneath the golden sun. We stepped off the plane into paradise, the air heavy with the
When it finally came time to, he entered me, and my teeth clenched as I stretched around his erection. I gasped as he began to move inside me, each thrust slow and deep. The pleasure intensified until at last I was teetering on the edge of oblivion. I clung to him desperately, my nails digging into
As the festivities of our wedding night drew to a close, Timothy and I found ourselves heading up to the honeymoon suite, drunk on love and excitement. The air crackled with anticipation as we stumbled through the door, our laughter echoing off the walls. The soft glow of candlelight cast ethereal
The lights dimmed and the room fell silent. On the large screen at the front of the room, images of Timothy and his mother, Lydia, began to flash by, accompanied by gentle music that tugged at the heartstrings. I watched as Timothy's tearful gaze locked onto the screen, his eyes filled with a mixt
As I stood at the altar, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation, I could feel the weight of the moment bearing down on me like a heavy cloak. But as Timothy approached, his eyes shining with love and adoration, the world around me seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of us in its wake. W