"No, not at all. I was going to tell you right away," I assured her, but she didn't seem convinced."What if I had done the same thing to you, Jasper? What if I had cheated on you? Would you be okay with it?" Cassandra's voice trembled with anger and hurt."No, of course not. But I didn't cheat on you," I replied, hoping she would believe me.Cassandra didn't seem convinced, and she waved her phone in front of my face. "Seriously?" she asked, her tone accusatory.She continued to rant about cheating and how she would react if she were in my shoes. As much as I wanted to defend myself, Cassandra wouldn't let me get a word in. It was frustrating, and I could feel my patience wearing thin. I couldn't help but think that if someone had cheated on me, I would have taken drastic measures to make sure they paid for it. However, that wasn't the issue at hand, and I needed Cassandra to hear me out.I acted on what I believed to be the best course of action, and took hold of her, planting a kis
"Yes," I replied, grabbing my bag. Before leaving, I went over to Jasper and kissed him on the cheek."So, you heard about Julie , right?" I asked."Yeah," Kenny replied. I have a plan, I said to kenny. "What do you mean?" He asked Excitement bubbled up inside me as I told him about my plan. This was the last time Julie would mess with me.But first, we stopped by the beautician. After checking my skin type, she recommended several treatments for me.I surrendered myself to their capable hands and allowed myself to be pampered. The aroma of fragrant oils filled the air as I lay back and savored the gentle massage on my back. The hair spa treatment left my locks feeling nourished and rejuvenated, and I luxuriated in the various soothing scents that surrounded me.I wasn't sure where Kenny had gone, but I was content to stay put and let the experts work their magic. Afterwards, I soaked in a tub filled with warm water and rose petals while my hair was washed and conditioned. A facia
"Wow! I can't believe that just happened!" Kenny exclaimed."I know, right? Neither can I!" I replied."Awwww, Jasper is going to be so proud of you!" he teased."Shut up!" I retorted, feeling a mix of anger and embarrassment.Jasper’s POV:After Cassandra and Kenny returned from their therapy session a few hours later, I felt refreshed and rejuvenated. Kenny was rambling on about something exciting that Cassandra had done, but she kept telling him to be quiet."What are you talking about, Kenny?" I asked, curious."You'll find out soon enough," he replied, while Cassandra rolled her eyes.Shortly after, Alex arrived and Cassandra went up to him and asked, "Did you do what I asked?""Yes, Ma'am!" he mock-saluted her.Feeling bewildered, I asked, "What's going on?"Suddenly, I heard voices from behind me."Stay away from my guy!"Alex and I turned to see Kenny snickering. We then turned back to the laptop, where a video was playing. My eyes widened as I saw Cassandra slap Julie ."
Cassandra's POV:It had already been two days since I moved in with Jane, and time had flown by. Unfortunately, Jasper 's mother had paid us a visit and forbade Jasper and me from seeing each other until the day of our wedding. She had taken me away, leaving a sulking Jasper behind.Although I also felt upset about being separated from him, I understood why his mother wanted us to follow tradition. However, Jasper couldn't accept it and threw a fit."Why are you taking her away?" he protested."I've already explained this to you, Jasper . I won't repeat myself," Mrs. Benson replied firmly.I shrugged and followed her lead. Although she wanted me to stay with them at their country home, I declined and requested to stay with Jane instead. It turned out to be a great decision, as the last two days had been filled with exciting activities and unforgettable memories.Kenny and Alex had planned to visit me, but unfortunately, Jane had forbidden Jasper from coming along. Jane had always t
Jasper's POV:My mind was in disarray since Cassandra had reminded me about the vows. How could I have forgotten such an important detail? I was at a loss for words and didn't even know where to begin.Restless, I paced back and forth on the living room floor, and out of frustration, kicked the couch. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and I rushed to answer it, finding Kenny on the other side."Why did you take so long?" I asked him, somewhat agitated."Cassandra reminded me about the vows, and I'm struggling to come up with something to write," I explained.Kenny's eyes widened, and he replied, "What? Why would you forget that? You need to get your act together!"Feeling even more overwhelmed, I pleaded with him to help me write my vows. But Kenny refused, reminding me that it was my responsibility to craft my own words and express my love for Cassandra in my own way."I don't know what to say for my vows," I complained.I replied, "I'm not a writer or poet. How can I write something mean
We scrambled to get ready, with Alex urging me to hurry up and take a shower. The urgency was palpable; Kenny was prone to panic attacks, and we didn't want him to spiral out of control. After a frantic scramble, Kenny dashed out of the door and headed straight to Cassandra's, while the rest of us finished getting ready as quickly as we could.Kenny's POV:I drove recklessly to reach Jane's place, where I was greeted by a disheveled and half-dressed Jane who seemed agitated."Why aren't you ready yet?" I demanded as I stepped inside."It's Cassandra!" She exclaimed in response.Confused, I pressed her for more information."Well, she was really nervous," she said, hesitantly."And?" I prompted."Jasper didn't know..."I still didn't understand what she was getting at."Didn't know what?" I asked, growing impatient."Ken!" Cassandra's voice interrupted our conversation, and I looked up to see her walking towards me in her wedding dress.Her hair was done, but her makeup was still incom
Cassandra Levine, I cannot make grand promises to you. I cannot guarantee that we will never have disagreements, but what I can promise is that if we do, I will not let our arguments go unresolved. Although I cannot guarantee that you will never shed a tear, I can assure you that I will always be there to comfort you and wipe them away. I cannot promise that you will always be happy, but I vow to do everything in my power to turn your frowns into smiles.It's not within my ability to guarantee that all of your dreams will come true, but I promise that we will make new dreams together and strive to achieve them. Although I cannot prevent you from falling ill, I vow to take care of you and support you during those times. Above all, I cannot promise that we will never have disagreements or that you won't get angry with me, but I assure you that I will always work to make things right and express my love for you through simple gestures like kissing you until you are no longer upset.Cassa
Cassandra's POVLooking at our honeymoon pictures, I couldn't help but smile. Time had flown by so quickly, and it was hard to believe that two years had already passed. I could still recall every detail of that magical time as if it had just happened yesterday. I was incredibly nervous on our first night together, but Jasper was incredibly gentle and caring. He was more concerned with my comfort than his own desires. I remembered how we had cuddled up together, with just a bed sheet covering us, our limbs entwined, and my head nestled against his chest. It felt like I had found my true home in Jasper's arms.Later that night, he had been so considerate, filling up a bathtub with warm water for me. I felt a little sore down there, but he sprinkled a bit of salt in the water and carefully lifted me into the tub. The relief was instant, and I felt so much better. As I leaned back, he massaged my back while I rested my head against his chest. We spent our honeymoon exploring the beautifu
As soon as news of our engagement spread through the media, it quickly became the talk of the town across various news platforms in Seattle. True to form, there were a handful of envious individuals who seized the opportunity to launch a barrage of insults at me, resorting to all kinds of derogatory names. Some even went as far as suggesting that I must have employed supernatural means to captivate Noah's affections, questioning how a prosperous and youthful man could possibly be enamored by someone like me. Fortunately, my loyal friends emerged as my staunch defenders, taking on the trolls and even granting interviews on Instagram live streams to clear my tarnished reputation.Both Noah and I have consistently turned down interview requests, including those from reputable media outlets. His stance was that our relationship is not open for public scrutiny, a sentiment I wholeheartedly share. In accordance with our mutual decision, we have chosen to have a destination wedding at a ser
After precisely two months of reconciling with Noah , I made the decision to organize a surprise birthday celebration for him. With his 33rd birthday approaching, my aim was to create an intimate and elegant party to honor him. To bring this event to life, I sought the assistance of his closest friends, Fredrick and Jamiu, as well as his parents. They were all eager to contribute and help organize the occasion. Today, his family will be traveling from Spain to Seattle to attend the party, which will take place at the lavish residence of their family friend, Mr. Matthew Dawnson, a billionaire tycoon.Marilyn, who suggested the venue, assured me that Matthew's house in Seattle was the ideal location for the type of party I have envisioned. As it turns out, she was absolutely correct. The mansion occupied a vast expanse of land that seemed to extend infinitely, bordered by the tranquil waterfront of Kirkland lagoon.It felt as though we've stepped into a breathtaking Caribbean paradise r
Acting on a tip from Marilyn, I decided to visit one of Noah's clubs where an artist signed to his record label was performing tonight. Noah was unaware of my surprise visit, although he knew his mother had come to see me earlier. She had asked if she should inform him about my desire to meet up, but I declined, as I was the one who had cut ties with him and explicitly forbade him from contacting me again.As I approached the entrance, the bouncers inquired if my name was on the guest list. For the first time, doubts crept into my mind, questioning the wisdom of my impromptu visit. A sense of déjà vu washed over me, reminiscent of the day months ago when I went to Noah's residence for an unexpected meet up. That particular evening marked the beginning of our relationship and held the significance of our first intimate encounter. The memory brought a smile to my face, instilling in me the confidence to proceed with my purpose for the night.Approaching one of the colossal bouncers, I
The children and I didn't make it downstairs until slightly past 10 a.m. It had been an incredible night, courtesy of my unexpected visit from my cousin, Samuel , who asked if he could spend the weekend with us. I was delighted to have his company, and thanks to him, we stayed up later than usual, engaging in enjoyable games, a family karaoke session, and indulging in the junk food he had brought along.Luckily, today was Saturday, so there was no need to wake up at the crack of dawn to prepare for school and work. Samuel was still asleep on the couch in the living room where we had left him the previous night. I signaled to the girls to be quiet as we stealthily made our way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast."What are we having for breakfast?" Anna inquired eagerly. "I'm famished!""Shh! Let's not wake up Uncle Samuel ," Bella admonished her sister in a hushed tone."I agree," I responded softly. "After entertaining us so well last night, he deserves to rest.""Can we have eggs
As the new school year approached, my enthusiasm surpassed even that of my children. They often wondered what made me so cheerful. I was genuinely delighted to embrace the return of a structured routine. Each day held a sense of purpose: escorting my daughters to school, proceeding to work after bidding them farewell, accomplishing our weekly grocery shopping, enjoying quality time with my girlfriends every other weekend, and sporadically receiving visits from my siblings. These engagements filled my days with various activities, diverting my attention from ruminating about Noah and whether he and Reina managed to establish a connection after that dreadful morning four and a half months ago. It's astonishing how swiftly time has flown by!Interrupting my thoughts, Joe jovially exclaimed, "Knock, knock! Who's there?"I found myself seated in my office, experiencing a rather uneventful day in terms of business. Impatience consumed me as I eagerly anticipated the moment when I must pick
This morning's breakfast was a delightful and uncomplicated affair. I indulged in fried bean cakes, accompanied by corn pudding generously adorned with milk and sugar, and a serving of freshly baked bread. As I savored each bite, a rush of nostalgia envelopped me, transporting me back to my cherished childhood. It was during those Saturday mornings that my mother would skillfully prepare this delightful combination, her dedication evident after hours of meticulously cleaning the house and its surroundings. Ah, the fond memories of those days gone by.Noah, observing me intently with an inquisitive smile, playfully remarked, "Seems like our chef deserves a raise, considering the immense joy on your face. I never knew you were such an ardent fan of bean cakes. Or perhaps it's the velvety-smooth pudding that has brought about such happiness?"A gentle chuckle escaped my lips as I responded, "Not exactly. Although this food has undeniably transported me back to my childhood, it was my mot
The atmosphere in the car was heavy with silence as Noah and I made our way back to his house. The palpable tension reflected Noah's evident annoyance and embarrassment over the deplorable treatment I received from his parents during my inaugural visit to their home. While my family may not be affluent, I am certain that they would never exhibit such overt rudeness towards someone they were meeting for the first time. Age should not be a point of contention, and there is certainly nothing inherently terrible about having children. Yet, they made me feel as if I were afflicted with a contagious disease. Why did Marilyn, in particular, direct such venomous hostility towards me from the moment she laid eyes on me? And as for Reina , what is her ulterior motive? As we pulled up to Noah's house, his sour mood still hung in the air. I am torn about whether I should offer an apology to him, even though it was I who should feel offended, not him. With determined strides, he ascended the sta
As we reached the backyard, I was pleasantly surprised to find that Noah's father didn't match the image I had in my mind. Unlike what I expected, the elderly Taylor was tall, slender, and attractive, with hair that's gracefully greying. On the other hand, I couldn't help but feel annoyed when I saw Reina , who looked like she was part of the family. She was wearing tiny shorts that barely covered her buttocks, paired with a cropped knit top that showcased her extremely flat stomach. Her short hair was styled into shiny finger curls, complemented by sleek baby hairs at the front. She was also sporting a pair of Gucci slides, partially concealing her feet. As soon as she spotted me, she casted a deliberate, slow glance from my head to my toes, making it abundantly clear that she didn't welcome my presence. "Hello, Father!" Noah enthusiastically greeted his dad, extricating himself from his mother and approaching his father. "Hey, son!" Exclaimed the older Taylor , stepping forward t
Over the next three days, Noah and I immersed ourselves in exploring Spain to its fullest extent. We made it a point to visit various tourist attractions and indulge in sightseeing activities. To ensure my daughters were part of the experience, I diligently recorded each outing and shared the videos with them via my cousin's WhatsApp. Alternatively, I would connect with them through Skype during our trips, allowing them to witness our joyous outdoor adventures in real-time.On the fourth day of our stay in Spain, we were abruptly awakened at 7 a.m. by the persistent ringing of Noah's phone. Our sleep schedule had been adjusted since arriving in Spain, causing this unexpected phone call to catch us off guard."Darn it, I should have turned off my phone last night," Noah grumbled into his pillow. "Who in the world could be calling at this hour?""Please answer the darn phone so I can get some more sleep!" I replied drowsily, feeling increasingly annoyed by the incessant ringing that w