Growing PainsThe gentle nightlight cast its rrays across the nursery as Carlos was dutifully and gently patting his son, Alexander. He was trying everything possible to make the crying child go back to sleep. On the other side of the room sat Isabelle in the rocking chair, nursing their daughter, Sophia. On the wall, the clock read, 3:17 AM— yet another sleepless night in the Fernandez household."Shh," whispered Carlos, his voice rough from his lack of sleep. "Papá's got you."Isabelle looked at her husband, the love teeming out mingled with great frustration. Since the twins had finally come three months ago, Carlos had been almost obsessively overprotective. While she was thankful for it, deep down inside, she felt he was somehow pushing her away.Finally, as Alexander's cries began to subside, a sigh of relief came from Carlos. He turned to Isabelle, the weariness that had etched itself into his face emerging in a smile. "I think he's finally calming down."Isabelle nodded wear
Carlos and Isabelle were dancing around each other in the living room, their intricate choreography of avoidance made tenser by the tension still hanging precarious in the air from the previous fight. Isabelle was working on her laptop on the kitchen table, with the twins playing in their pen at her feet. In walked Carlos in his little tie, off-center, which spoke volumes in itself: the Loom of Distraction."I've got one meeting after another all day," he said, avoiding meeting her gaze. "I might be late tonight."Isabelle nodded, that old stab of frustration touching her chest. "Of course. Don't worry; I have everything taken care of here."Carlos hesitated, wanting to say more but awkwardly searching for how to bridge that chasm that seemed to have opened wide between them. He nodded finally and headed for the door.As it closed behind him, Isabelle let out a really emotional sigh. This space between them was starting to become unbearable. She looked through to the twins—Alexander t
CrossroadsThe soft glow of the laptop screen cast its blue rays on Isabelle's face as she stared back at the email incredulously. Her heart raced from the initial excitement to a stringent trepidation. There it was - a new job offer to head some groundbreaking sustainable energy project, setting a new course of pioneering in the industry. Then attached to this kind of expectation, came the catch: extensive traveling for at least six months in a year.Her gaze fell into the twins' room where Alexander and Sophia lay sleeping serenely, and she felt her tummy turn at the thought of being away from them like this. Yet professional fulfillment beckoned irresistibly.She heard the turn of Carlos's key in the lock and slammed her laptop shut. He came into the room, looking drained but able to raise a smile on seeing her."You're up very late," he said, his tie coming loose.Isabelle nodded, thinking of telling him about the job offer now or after. "How was your day?"Carlos blew a sigh and
Mirror ImagesTiny feet patter along the hardwood floor, and the Fernandez penthouse echoes with that melodic sound. Isabelle looks up from her laptop just in time to see Alexander toddle into the room, his face screwed up in determination as he clutches a toy car."Mama!" he said again, triumphant now, showing her the toy car. "Vroom vroom!"She whisked him up in her arms and planted a warm, soggy kiss on his dimpled cheek. "That's right, sweetheart. Your car goes vroom vroom!"Just as if in answer, there was a shrill cry from the nursery. Isabelle sighed; that was Sophia's cry. She put Alexander down on the floor. "Let's go see what your sister wants, shall we?"They found Sophia standing in her crib, crying calmly. The instant she saw Isabelle, her wails reached new heights as she held out her hands."Oh, my baby," Isabelle said in her most soothing voice, reaching into the crib to pick up Sophia. Sophia turned right away to press her face into the crook of Isabelle's neck, sniffli
Shadows of DoubtThe soft glow of her laptop cast an eerie light on Isabelle's face as she scrolled down her emails. Her brow furrowed. Past midnight, and where was Carlos? Again.She looked at her phone, hoping that it'd buzz with some message from her husband. Nothing. She closed her laptop with a great sigh and padded into the twin's room to watch them sleep peacefully.Eyes on Alexander and Sophia, yet the gnawing issue at the back of her mind twang.Of late, Carlos had been gone more and more, always engaging late meetings and urgent problems with the business, but there was something not quite right.The creak of the front door broke Isabelle out of her reverie. She slipped out of the twins' room and padded silently to the living room, where Carlos was pulling at his tie, looking like a beaten man."Another late night?" Isabelle asked, trying to keep accusation out of her voice.Carlos nodded, barely squaring his eyes with hers. "That Zhang merger is proving a lot more complicat
Educational CrossroadsThe brochure of Oakwood Academy gleamed in Carlos's hands: all glossy pages of ultra-modern facilities and smiling, uniformed children. Over his shoulder, Isabelle peered, brow furrowed."I don't know, Carlos," she said hesitantly. "It seems so…rigid."Carlos turned to her, his eyes flashing. "Look at their record, Isabelle. The best test scores in the state, guarantied placement into the best prep schools. This could set Alexander and Sophia up for life!"Isabelle bit into her lip, unconvinced. "They're only three, Carlos. Isn't it a bit early to be thinking about prep schools?""It's never too early to plan for their future," Carlos would persist. "Well I never had these kinds of opportunity when I was their age. I want our children to do better."His voice was so full of longing that Isabelle's heart softened. She knew just how much he had worked to get out from his humble origins."What about Sunnyside Montessori?" she said, tugging out another brochure. "Th
Family FrictionDesperate to be graceful, Isabelle baked cookie after cookie until they newly scented the Fernandez penthouse. She cast nervous glances at Carlos, working his jaw and pacing across the living room."Relax," Isabelle tried to sound more confident than she felt, "it's just your in-laws. We have handled worse."He rinsed his face, then halted pacing to rake a hand through his hair. "Your parents have never liked me, Isabelle. And now with everything that's happened."The mention of her parents reminded her of how unfair she had been treated growing up as a young girl under the so-called parents, after the tragic passing of her true parents.Margaret was the elder sister of her mother who took the responsibility to shelter her. The idea of sheltering Isabelle didn't go well with her husband, Mr. Robert Williams. But out of the love for his wife, he hesitantly accepted.While others where in school, Isabelle was abruptly stopped from going to school. She lived with them lik
Crossroads and ConspiraciesCarlos stared out through the windows, observing the light-speckled night. Isabelle sat beside him, tapping at her tablet with a frown."Anything new?" he said, his tone clipped.Isabelle turned her head to the side. "Nothing concrete. Just the more I dig into this job offer, the more questions I have."Carlos nodded as a ball began to form in his gut. It seemed to be an out-of-the-blue call—some prestigious consulting firm inviting him to New York to take on a job that smelled of overgoodness: double the salary, corner office, and dealings with the greatest names in international finance.Something just was not right. It really was just a little too convenient that, when they finally started to get to the bottom of the mystery that surrounded his father's hidden fortune and the enigmatic Marcus Delgado, some things started happening.Turning toward his wife, he asked, "Am I paranoid, or does it feel like a setup?"Their eyes met—Isabelle's a combination of
The End Morris sighed and looked at the floor, “Carlos, I. . . I owe you an apology.” He was feeling regretful standing in front of the Fernandez family’s large living room. ”I’ve been wrong about you for far too long. ” The man, who once was called the ruthless billionaire Carlos Fernandez, stared at Morris in surprise. The passage of time had made him bitter and a little less cruel; the man had a glimmer of humanity in his gaze. "Morris, we have both sinned, and maybe it is time that we let that go, and start afresh." ,. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. . Two days later, there was a tense atmosphere in the Fernandez mansion as the family got ready for the last day in court. Isabelle walked around the room, her twins, Sophia and Alex watched their mother with concern. They were teenagers, still they were not dumb enough not to feel the gravity of the situation although not wise enough to understand it fully. “Mommy, are we going to be okay?” Sophia asked, her face registered with concer
Price of Redemption In the airport lounge as they waited for their flight back home, Carlos turned to Isabelle, out of the blue it seemed, deadly serious."We need to talk, Isabelle," he said, with the voice just loud enough despite the background noise of the terminal.Isabelle put down her magazine, knowing whatever he would say next carried weight. "What is it, Carlos?"He paused again and looked over to the kids, who were all busy with their phones and snacks, apparently noticing nothing of the tension palpably drawn between their parents. Then he turned back to Isabelle, his fierce gaze softening. "This trip. I realize now more than ever how much we have run away from facing things. I mean, we have been so ensnared with the trial, that we paid no heed to how much we needed each other."Slowly, Isabelle nodded and put the magazine aside. Of course they would have had to discuss it sometime. This vacation had been an escape route for the time being, but they had not been able to
Isabelle's POV A Change of SceneryCarlos had grown distant and busy, and Isabelle could barely remember the last time that they had really spoken.The children were affected by this too—reportedly. Alex, who was otherwise so cheerful and full of life, grew into a quiet individual who spent more time in his room compared to before. Sophia watched her parents with a worried look in her eyes, which seemed to pick up on an air of tension.She knew something had to give. They couldn't go on much longer this way, dancing around each other and barely holding together as a family unit. One evening while they sat around the dinner table almost in complete silence, Isabelle cleared her throat to speak."I think we need a break," she said, her voice slicing through the tension. "A real break. I've booked us a vacation; just the four of us. We leave tomorrow." Carlos's head jerked up from over his plate, his eyes flashing with surprise. "A vacation? Now? Isabelle, with the trial coming up, I d
Double CrossIsabelle's POV While Carlos and I pretty much were picking our way carefully through a brittle truce, truth got entangled—an undercurrents of mistrust and suspicion run too deep underneath.Morris was back in our lives, busy with Carlos, planning an appeal that hung over us all like the sword of Damocles. I played the supportive wife, but my stomach twisted with each glimpse of the two of them huddled together in strategy sessions. Not to forget Allison—always there to remind me things were not just as they seemed.Somehow, Allison had wormed her way back into Carlos's favor. Now, she just made herself useful in ways that left me wondering at her motives. There wasn't much I could do, though, I didn't have a lot to argue with results for. We needed all the help we could get.Yet something in the way she smiled at Morris, maybe something about it, in her eyes' glitter, when she thought herself unobserved jarred on me. I could see that she was plotting something. I only wo
Unlikely AlliesIsabelle's POV As I came home after the trial, the silence was palpable. Carlos and I had sort of reached a compromise to work things out, but the chasm of distance between us now seemed larger than before. We tiptoed around each other, trying not to detonate the fights that had become all too frequent. The weight of everything that had happened hung over us like a dark cloud, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to give.It was late in the day, but I found Carlos in his study, nursing a glass of whiskey. His face seemed to hold more etchings of worry lines than even a few days ago. Hesitating at the door, unsure if I should intrude, before I could retreat he looked up and caught my gaze."Isabelle," he said, his voice soft, almost vulnerable. "Come in."I walked into the room and sensed the tension in the air. "What's on your mind?" I inquired, attempting to keep my tone light.Carlos let out a sigh and raked a hand over his hair. "It's everythin
Hidden AgendasIsabelle's POV The silence was so thick, so palpable, you could cut it with a knife in that courtroom. Then the voice of the judge finally broke the quiet, reading the verdict. It was almost as though time had slowed down—draggy, very long words. There it was, folks; the last words: "Not guilty." The disbelief was hard to digest. Wave upon wave of relief washed over me, and then I was numb the next moment.We had finally won, and we were clean for sure this time. But something didn't feel quite right in this wave of relief. What was wrong?Carlos turned to me with a mix of victory and exhaustion on his face. "We did it," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.I nodded to him with a try at a smile. "Yeah, we did."In a flash, Morris was beaming reassuringly upon Carlos, shaking his hand, and at my side. "That is a victory for all of us," he declared, quite assured and composed in voice but with eyes that gave a flicker, the very doubt which was gnawing at me.As
Courtroom DramaIsabelle's POV Carlos had already been downstairs in his suit, impeccable, with an artfully done-up tie, sitting at the kitchen table with an empty, long stare into his coffee. His suit was impeccable, the tie artfully neat, but in his eyes, I could feel the tension. This trial was getting to all of us, I thought, but with Carlos, it felt like it was bearing down on him the most."Ready?" I asked softly, trying to sound surer than I was.He looked up at me then, his expression a mix of determination and exhaustion. "As ready as I'll ever be."We rode to the courthouse in dangerous, silent words. I felt there was some unseen poison spreading between the two of us. The pressure of our relationship overworked by the months tugged tighter and tighter until finally, the impending trial was just enough. Across the chasm in my mind, stretching between us, I could feel the impossible divide to bridge; at least that was what I felt right now.By the time we got there, the cou
Race Against TimeIsabelle's POV Among other things, this document we just received was something game -changing, this last bit of evidence, which would finally shift the tide in our favor. But as much as it brought hope, it also put an immense sense of urgency into the situation. We knew our opponents—all those dark figures who had set this whole scandal up in the first place would move heaven and earth to discredit or suppress it. Every second counted.That evening, we all sat in the living room. The air was heavy with tension; the fear was unsaid. I could see the worry etched on everyone's faces: Carlos, Jack, Sophia, Alex, even Morris, who had rapidly turned into an indispensable part of our efforts."We have to authenticate this evidence now," Morris said, his voice steady, but urgent. "If we don't, they'll find a way to discredit it before we can ever present it." Carlos leaned forward, his elbows propped on his knees, and deep stress lines etched on his face. "Do we have the
Damage ControlIsabelle's POVHere I was in my old familiar role as the squall of accusation and scandal reared its ugly head all over again, trying to hold everything together. An apparent impulsive act on the part of Carlos to issue a press statement without consulting any of us boomeranged. Far from quietening the rumors, it stirred the embers and set them even higher in the public perception of our family.Early the next day, the dawn was breaking right after the news along with a hundred calls, emails, and messages. In my mind, a thousand thoughts raced, but then I realized that I really had no time to panic; I needed to act."Carlos, we need to talk. I almost bumped into each of his study doors. His eyes were black with fatigue, his features etched with stress. The weight of the world seemed to be sitting on his shoulders."What's there to talk about, Isabelle? The damage is done."I took the deep breath of courage to say, "Yes, but we can still manage the narrative. We can't le