Michelle couldn't sleep well that night. The second text she received worried her even more than the first. It urged her to ask Raymond about Eleanor and Millie, and what he might be hiding. She gripped her phone tightly, fearing it might be some kind of trap or a cruel joke, or perhaps the start of something even worse. She didn’t reply, nor did she confide in Chloe or Raymond. It wasn’t a lack of desire to tell them, but a fear of what Raymond might say. And how he might react to it.The next morning, Michelle tried to maintain a sense of normalcy. She dressed for the day, brushed her hair, and attempted to convince herself everything was okay. Almost.Raymond seemed different that morning, but not in a suspicious way. Instead, he was unusually warm. He greeted her with coffee, her favorite cinnamon muffin, and a gentle kiss on her temple. His touch lingered, and his eyes searched hers as if trying to memorize every detail.Did you sleep well? he asked.Michelle hesitated before rep
The house was overwhelmingly quiet. Michelle stood frozen ever since Raymond left. She hadn’t moved, her arms dropped by her sides, and her heart raced, as if trying to escape from her chest. She instantly regretted asking the question. Did you ever plan to love me, or was this always just a game? She didn’t mean to accuse him, not really. But with those texts, Eleanor’s hurtful words, and her own intense feelings, the question slipped out before she could hold it back. She just wanted to know the truth. And how did he react? The silence. The look. The way he had walked away. It all said more than any words could. Michelle slowly sat on the edge of the couch, her hands shaking in her lap. Her chest ached with doubt, her mind replaying that moment again and again, trying to catch every detail in his expression. Was he hurt? Angry? Or Guilty? Or was he done pretending? She didn’t know, and that made her feel bad.. Across town, Millie could hardly contain her excitement. Cassie’s la
Michelle's heart was pounding as she went over the letter once more. Her hands trembled as she held the thick paper. Assault? Her? She hadn't even laid a finger on Millie. She hadn't spoken to her, seen her, or even had any kind of disagreement with her since the charity lunch. This just had to be some kind of mistake. A big, bad lie. Millie was playing dirty now. And the timing? It couldn't have been more perfect. On the very day news about her marriage hit all the tabloids, this accusation landed, like a blow meant to knock her down. Michelle struggled to catch her breath. Her phone buzzed once more. Michelle flinched, gripping her phone tightly. Someone was targeting her. Not just the public, but someone behind the scenes, hidden in the dark, pulling the strings. She had to talk to Raymond. Not because she believed he could fix things, but because she needed answers before things got worse. Who was orchestrating this? Eleanor? Millie? Was it someone entirely different? Miche
The station was filled with tension. Michelle struggled to understand what was happening around her. Raymond stood tall and firm, his face showing a mix of anger and impatience, but there was something stronger in his eyes—loyalty and concern. Release my wife now, Raymond repeated those words, even louder, to the watching officers. The head officer, an older man with gray hair, rose slowly from behind his desk. Mr. Hawthorne, we’re still looking into the complaint... It’s all lies, Raymond cut in sharply. He moved forward and placed a flash drive on the counter. This flash drive has security camera footage from inside and outside our building. It's all dated and timestamped. The officer looked puzzled. Footage of what exactly? he asked. Of Michelle, Raymond stated, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. She didn’t leave the house at all during the time Millie claims she was attacked. He glanced at Michelle, his look softening slightly. She was home. With me. The room buzzed
The evening was warm, a welcome change from the recent chaos in their lives. There were finally no flashing cameras, no intense questioning, and no distorted stories—just peace and being together. But they knew that peace wouldn't last. Michelle moved into the living room, her hair still damp from the shower. She wore one of Raymond’s button-down shirts, much larger than her size, which made it feel snug and comforting. The aroma of roasted garlic and wine sauce drifted in from the kitchen, it smelled delicious. She was pleasantly surprised to see Raymond there, his sleeves rolled up with an apron on, preparing dinner with the skill of a top chef. You cooked? she asked softly. He turned with a small smile. I can do more than just give orders and sign papers you know, he said. She laughed and joined him at the table, which was set with elegant cutlery, wine glasses, and a single lit candle. There was no need for a big speech or announcement; just this simple gesture meant everything
The clink of silverware and soft murmur of conversation faded into a heavy silence after Dante's toast. The word war still echoed in Michelle’s ears like a threat whispered against her skin. Across the table, Millie didn’t blink. Her posture was regal, her lips curled in a smug smile, her gaze fixed like a predator that had just bared its fangs. Michelle gripped her wine glass so tightly her knuckles turned white. She wasn’t sure if it was fear or rage simmering beneath her calm expression—but either way, it was burning. You came back for revenge, Michelle whispered, barely audible. Millie’s eyes gleamed. “No, darling. I came back to take everything.” Raymond’s jaw tightened as he turned to Dante, whose presence alone was a taunt. What is it you want? Raymond asked, his voice low but firm. Dante gave him a slow smile. Isn’t it obvious? The Hawthorne legacy. Your empire. And maybe— his eyes flicked to Michelle, assessing her like she was a product about to be sold—a few things you h
The world outside was quiet, wrapped in the stillness of night, but inside Raymond’s luxurious apartment, it felt warm and tense. There was something unspoken growing between him and Michelle. Michelle sat on the sofa, her legs tucked under her, holding a mug of chamomile tea. Raymond sat a few feet away, having loosened his tie and leaning back, observing her in the subdued light. She hadn’t said much since her argument on the rooftop with Millie. The emotions from that moment hung in the air, along with another feeling she didn’t want to acknowledge. Raymond finally spoke. You were brave to face her like that, he said. Michelle looked up. I didn’t feel brave. I felt like I was falling apart, she confessed. You stood your ground, he said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. That shows strength. Michelle smiled weakly and looked down at her mug. She’s not going to stop. No, she’s not, Raymond replied, his voice firm. Michelle studied him. In the dim light, his features s
Michelle stood in the bathroom, unable to move, staring at the two pink lines on the test. Her heart raced, and her hand shook as she clutched the sink for support. She couldn't believe it and she was overwhelmed by emotions—shock, fear, awe—and even a hint of happiness. She was pregnant. The word echoed in her mind, drowning out all other thoughts. It seemed impossible. How could this be happening? It felt too soon; they had only just begun their journey together. Yet, deep inside, she knew the truth. She felt different, especially last night when he held her and again this morning. Things had changed. Michelle slowly sat down on the cold floor, resting her forehead on her knees. The test dropped beside her. What am I going to do? she wondered. Despite her fear, a small part of her felt hopeful. It wasn't just about having a baby; it was about having something of her own. Something no one could take away—not her parents, not Millie, not even fate. But fear crept back in. What if R
The following morning, Michelle sat in a plain, white hospital room, holding tightly to Raymond's hand. The world outside felt distant and quiet. She focused on the small screen in front of her, where the doctor prepared to confirm something she sensed deep down. You're about seven weeks pregnant, the doctor said softly yet clearly. The ultrasound shows a healthy pregnancy, and everything looks good.Michelle's heart raced with mixed emotions: excitement, joy, and a touch of disbelief. She had suspected she was pregnant, but hearing it made everything real. She was going to have another child. Beside her, Raymond smiled gently at the screen, brushing his fingers against hers to show his support. She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with happiness despite some lingering nerves. We're having another baby, she whispered, her voice barely audible. Raymond's eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead. I know. And I couldn't be happier.A small laugh escaped her, feeling the weig
Months passed by as Michelle and Raymond adapted to their new life, where they juggled their jobs, raised their twins, and nurtured their relationship. The hectic early years of their marriage had mellowed into a steady routine. However, each day was full of fresh surprises and happy moments. Their twins, Oliver and Olivia, were nearly two years old and filled their home with the fun chaos young children bring. There were spills, laughter, tantrums, and the constant patter of little feet. Amid the noise and mess, Michelle felt a deep sense of peace in her heart. They were a family, and she felt whole like never before.Raymond remained the calm anchor in their busy life. His steady strength balanced Michelle’s energetic nature. Whether it was a late-night feeding, a doctor’s visit, or simply holding her hand after a long day, Raymond was always by her side. They were true partners in every aspect of their lives, both personal and professional.One day, Michelle came home from a busy d
After Michelle's big career achievement, her life turned busy and exciting. Her firm started a major project, and she was deep into planning, meeting clients, and making design choices. Although it was demanding, it was a thrill, and she finally felt the joy of living her dream. The sense of accomplishment stayed with her as she and Raymond adapted to their busy routine. Every evening, when Michelle came home, Raymond’s presence was a comforting support. Their life together was like a dance—a mix of work, home life, laughter, and special moments. It wasn’t perfect, but in their quiet times, Michelle felt truly grateful. They stood on the brink of something amazing, both professionally and personally.One evening, after a tiring day of meetings, Michelle settled on the couch with Raymond. He was on his tablet, checking both work and news. When she joined him, he set the tablet aside and focused on her. How was your day? he asked, gently tucking her hair behind her ear. Michelle sighed,
In the weeks that followed, time seemed to fly by, each day feeling new and full of life. The sun hung longer in the sky, painting New York in its golden light and filling the air with possibilities. Michelle and Raymond found a comfortable routine: peaceful mornings with coffee on the balcony, evenings spent together, and weekends filled with laughter alongside friends and family. Days transformed from passing moments into cherished memories. After talking with her parents, Michelle experienced a significant change—she felt peaceful. The burden of their expectations and distant love was no longer on her shoulders. It felt like a heavy cloud had lifted, and the world appeared brighter and clearer. Every little success, every quiet moment with Raymond felt like a personal triumph. Raymond remained her constant support during this time. He understood her need for space to process her feelings but consistently showed he was there for her with a gentle touch or reassuring look. That eve
The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, gently waking Michelle. It cast a warm, golden glow over Raymond's arms, which were snugly wrapped around her. She lay still, cherishing the calm and rhythmic sound of his breathing. They had spent the previous night filled with laughter, dancing, and sharing dreams under the twinkling fairy lights. The events of last night felt almost surreal. Chloe had gotten engaged in a sparkling way, and the rooftop had been magical. Plus, Raymond had quietly shared his true feelings with her. A fresh chapter was waiting to begin for them. Turning softly, Michelle faced Raymond and noticed he was already awake, his blue eyes tender and full of love. "Morning," he said quietly, brushing her hair gently off her face. Morning, she replied with a sleepy voice. They shared a moment of silence, thinking about the serious conversation they had last night. Then, Raymond found her hand and entwined their fingers, his thumb softly moving over her knuckles
The weeks sped by, full of excitement, challenges, and important milestones. Michelle stood at the edge of a bustling construction site just outside central London. Her hard hat was under her arm as she took in the progress. The site buzzed with activity—cranes lifted steel beams, workers called out over the noise of machines, and scaffolding wrapped around the unfinished buildings like a growing web. Her heart filled with pride. This was not just any project—this was her firm’s first significant international endeavor. It was already catching eyes. A breeze played with her blazer as she walked along the site’s perimeter, with her British project manager, James, by her side. You’ve certainly made a splash, Mrs. Hawthorne James said, smiling and looking at his clipboard. There’s talk in the industry. Everyone's curious about the 'rising star from New York. Michelle chuckled, feeling both humble and energized. Well, let's give them something really exciting to talk about. James nodded
The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Michelle's office, bathing the room in a warm glow. Michelle stood in the center of the open office space, feeling both nervous and excited, but her face showed calm confidence. Today was the start of something new—not only for the company, but for the team that would drive her growing business forward. Employees gathered one by one, their faces showing both eagerness and expectation Michelle had chosen individuals who were not only talented but also shared her passion and vision for the firm's future. She cleared her throat and smiled brightly. "First," she began, steadying her voice even as she felt nerves inside, I want to thank you all for believing in this dream. We're not just building structures; we're creating dreams, communities, and legacies. There was a murmur of agreement, and Michelle continued, gaining confidence with each word. She started assigning roles—project leads, creative directors, client liaisons, logis
The afternoon sun created long shadows in Michelle’s office. She sat at her desk, checking the last details of her company's new project. She thought about the busy days they'd just had, and as she looked out at the bustling city, she felt a surge of pride. It had been a long journey, but her company had finally reached the place she had always dreamed of. Raymond had just left after a brief but motivating meeting, and his words lingered in her mind. Michelle, he had said with real admiration, You’ve built something amazing. I am so proud of what you’ve achieved. But this is just the start. There’s a whole empire ahead of you. She was at a loss for words then. His praise was both humbling and thrilling. The way he looked at her made her feel like she was truly special. It wasn’t just about the company. It was about their partnership, shared dreams, and the life they were beginning to build together. From the start, Raymond had always been there for her, urging her to go beyond her ow
The morning sun shone brightly through the windows in Michelle's office, creating a gentle glow on the polished wooden floors. The city outside was busy and alive, but inside, it was calm, matching Michelle's peaceful energy. She was still thinking about the important decision she made yesterday. It felt heavy, but in a good way, as it brought her closer to the life she had always dreamt of. Raymond had just left after a quick meeting, and his words lingered in her mind. You’re amazing, Michelle, he said with genuine pride. I’m really proud of you. This partnership is only the beginning. You have the potential to create something incredible. His kind words provided comfort, like wrapping herself in a warm blanket. It had taken her a long time to arrive at this point, but now everything seemed to be falling into place. She no longer felt uncertain. Michelle had grown and changed, and she now moved forward with confidence. From the start, Raymond had always believed in her. He supporte