The car ride to Stella's funeral felt endless, the weight of apprehension hanging heavily in the air. Sitting beside Timothy, I couldn't shake off the sense of unease that had settled within me. He’d taken my hand for reassurance whenever we came to a stoplight, squeezing it every so often. Despite
"Let go of me," I demanded, trying to pry my wrist from Mr. Fitzgerald's firm grip, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance. His grip tightened, cutting off my words, and his voice was low and venomous. "You. Stay away from my daughter." The weight of his words hit me like a sledgehamme
The atmosphere inside the funeral home was laden with somber melancholy as I made my way back inside. Timothy found me almost immediately and took my hand. “Everything okay?” he asked, whispering into my ear. I looked up at him, seeing the tiredness in his eyes and wanting so badly to get him away
My frustration deepened, and I shot back, "Maybe you should have thought about that before dismissing what I had to say." A shadow crossed Mia's face, a fleeting moment of guilt. "I shouldn’t have fought you. You have to understand, I was scared, confused. These days, it’s hard to known who I can t
The walk back to the apartment with Timothy was tense. The sight of the police officers lingering by the building sent shivers down my spine. As we approached, they couldn't resist taunting us. "Well, well, if it isn't the lovebirds returning," one of them sneered, a malicious grin on his face. I c
The room felt smaller, the walls closing in on us as his expression darkened. I met his gaze, unyielding. "I'm just saying, Andy had motives. Stella's choice hurt him. It makes more sense that he would do something drastic." Timothy ran a hand through his hair, his frustration boiling over. "My bro
The officers regarded me with a hint of distaste. I could see it in the way they looked me up and down, like I was a thoughtless woman sleeping with a public enemy. I nearly sighed with relief when Timothy's hand found its way to my shoulder, a silent reassurance. "What's going on now?" Timothy's
The quaint café bustled with the hum of conversations and the aroma of brewing coffee as I entered during my lunch break. Quinton sat at a corner table, his gaze fixed on the street outside. As I approached, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that our conversation would be far from easy. "Hey, Qu
"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