"I have no regard for the court's decision. I am determined to take my granddaughters from the clutches of this immoral woman!" John Benson, my former father-in-law, passionately declares. His sentiment is met with a nod of agreement from his wife, Josephine Benson, and his brother, Jude Benson."Mr. Benson, please listen carefully. If you persist with this course of action, you risk losing your visitation rights entirely. What you are contemplating right now is classified as kidnapping, and everyone present in this room understands that it is a criminal offense," explains my lawyer, Grace Mac. "The court of law has granted my client full custody of her children. Therefore, if you have any reservations about that judgment, you should address them through legal channels, as responsible and law-abiding citizens would.""I will definitely bring this matter before the court," assures John Benson with determination. "However, for now, I am taking my grandchildren away from this woman of qu
Without hesitation, Josephine slowly stood up, tightly clutching her purse against her chest as if it were her protective shield. "We're leaving, not because of your threats, but for the sake of the children we came here to rescue. You will undoubtedly hear from us again, and when that time comes, it will require more than a cunning lawyer to shield you from our fury."With a subtle nod, she signals her husband and brother in Law to follow her, leading the way to the front door. Once outside, I swiftly secured the door and peered through the window, ensuring they’ve left.They all got into Jude's vibrant red Porsce, and a Mercedes benz. and the vehicles immediately zoomed away.As I let out a deep breath of relief, I made my way back to the living room. To my dismay, I found Grace engrossed in her phone, typing with urgency. "We need to take immediate action regarding tonight's incident.Filing a complaint is crucial, and we should also obtain a restraining order to ensure those indiv
Today, my lingering sour mood from yesterday persisted, and I find myself secretly yearning for a day off to stay at home and wallow in my thoughts. However, deep down, I know that even if I had taken the day off, I would have inevitably grown bored within an hour and ended up coming to work. Despite Grace's comforting words, I couldn't shake off a lingering sense of apprehension about the possibility of my ex-in-laws making another disruptive visit to my house today. To counter this unease, I resolved to leave work earlier than usual so that I can return home in time to spend quality moments with my children before their bedtime.Strangely, I've come to realize that I miss Noah , despite having only met him twice. It's perplexing to feel this way toward a man whose phone number I angrily blocked. Why am I experiencing this longing now?With a sigh, I headed down to the main floor of my store to oversee my staff and assist customers, seeking solace in the busyness of my responsibiliti
"We were married for 7 years together," I replied with a tinge of melancholy in my voice. "That's a considerable amount of time to remain married to someone who is still obsessed with his ex-girlfriend."He nodded sympathetically, understanding the difficult situation I had endured. "So, shall we go in my car or yours?""Listen, Noah ," i said earnestly. "I'm going to need you to step back this time. Let me face this battle alone. It's something I need to confront on my own terms.""I understand your concerns, but I cannot allow you to venture into the lion's den alone. I am already here, and my purpose in coming was to see you. Therefore, let us go together. I assure you, I will not impede your progress or utter a word.""I fail to see how this would be helpful. Your presence alongside me would only confirm their accusations.""Why do you place so much importance on their opinions? You are no longer married to their son, and according to the law, you are single and free to pursue a r
Mrs. P trembled as she anxiously asked, "What should we do?" A Police officer directed her question towards me, "Have you contacted the Lady who usually picks them up from school?"Regrettably, I responded with a feeble voice, "No, I no longer possess her phone number."The Policeman persists, inquiring, "Do you have any other phone numbers of individuals residing in this household?""Yes," I inform him, "I have the parents' phone numbers.""Please, call one of them and inquire about the whereabouts of your children. If possible, record the conversation as it could potentially serve as valuable evidence later on," he instructs.My goodness! It's dawning on me that this situation is gradually transforming into a criminal case. Swiftly, I retrieved my phone from my purse, intending to call my former father-in-law. I dialed the number, but it rang continuously without an answer. I made two more attempts before surrendering in frustration."Try another number," Noah suggests, observing t
After ninety minutes had passed, Noah's friend successfully received a notification indicating the current location of Josephine Benson's phone, thanks to satellite mapping and geotagging. The coordinates pointed to an approximate location in Kirkland, approximately a 20-minute drive from our current location in Bellevue.Curiosity piqued, Noah turned to his friend, Tom, and inquired, "Is it possible to obtain the precise address of that place?"Confidently, Tom responded, "Certainly," swiftly maneuvering his fingers on the keyboard to retrieve the information. He reached into his desk drawer, procured a pen and paper, and hastily jotted down the address where Josephine Benson was likely concealing herself along with Noah's children. Handing the piece of paper to Noah , he declared, "Here it is. And if you wish to see the building, you can check it out here."As he rotated his mouse counterclockwise and pressed the left button, the map displayed on the screen seamlessly zoomed in,
How does Noah manage it all? How does he effortlessly stay on top of his numerous thriving ventures without breaking a sweat? how does he find the time to indulge in personal pursuits, such as embarking on a daring rescue mission reminiscent of something out of a James Bond adventure, like the one we currently found ourselves in?"I've always had reservations about the idea of you hiring your girlfriend to work alongside you," Reina remarked, Noah expressed his disapproval as he asked. "Will you be issuing her a formal inquiry mistake?I raised my eyebrows in surprise at his unexpected question but chose to remain silent. It's not in my place to eavesdrop on their conversation, so I have no right to interject or be taken aback by what he's saying. It's a matter that doesn't concern me. However, I wonder if his question held a literal meaning or if it was a subtle understanding shared between him and Reina ."Handle it," he asserts firmly. "And I mean it, Rei. Resolve this issue promp
"I'm seeking an explanation regarding the current situation. Can someone please provide me with some clarity?"With a cheerful tone, Frank addressed the Officer-in-charge, "Pleasure to meet you, sir. We received an invitation to participate in the rescue mission for this woman's children. Is there an issue with our involvement?"Detective Charlie responded with an intense scowl, countering, "Of course, there is! This is a Police operation, and I fail to see the relevance of the military's presence here. Perhaps you and your team should return to your trucks and depart, allowing the Police to handle this operation."Frank's amiable smile quickly faded, replaced by a menacing frown."I implore you not to force me to forcibly ask you and your associates from this premises. You have two options: either compose yourselves and cooperate with us, or maintain silence and observe the professionals, such as myself and my colleagues, as we handle the situation. So, what is your decision?""Plea
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