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
The sight of the officers approaching our car filled me with a knot of anxiety, their stern demeanor sending a ripple of unease through me. I glanced at Timothy, my concern mirrored in his eyes as we awaited the impending confrontation. When one of the officers signaled for us to roll down the windo
As I stepped into my apartment, the echoes of the meeting with John Waters still reverberated in my mind. I felt lost, uncertain of what to do about Timothy's situation. The dimly lit living room welcomed me, but I found no solace in its familiarity. I slumped onto the couch, the soft cushions prov
My heart sank. "What do you mean, not playing?" I asked, my voice rising. Timothy appeared unusually subdued. "I'm not being allowed to play," he explained. “Conflict of interest.” "So they’re really going with this little tale, huh? Who told you to step down?" "The coach," Timothy replied. "He t
His invitation caught me off guard, the implications of such a gesture weighed heavily upon me. I found myself at a loss for words. "I... I don't know," I stammered. "Going to Stella’s funeral just seems odd." Timothy nodded understandingly, a flicker of disappointment fleeting across his features
The pulsating lights and echoing chatter of the bar just felt like extra noise. I didn’t want to just numb myself to the issue at hand. I should’ve been staying diligent. "Come on, Evie, try to relax," Aria said, handing me another drink. I attempted to focus on the glass in my hand, but my attent
"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