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Jasmine's POV Sweat drips down my body despite being in an air-conditioned car. My hand trembles as I hold onto the divorce agreement. I can't believe I'm finally divorcing Maxwell.We've been married for three years, and we were college sweethearts. Everyone looked forward to us tying the knot after graduation. The first year of our marriage was blissful, but afterward, I've been enduring the pain and heartache caused by his infidelity and emotional abuse. An unfaithful husband who shows no sign of changing.Adding to the strain, I haven't been able to conceive in our three years of marriage. This has caused more tension between us. I once overheard him complaining to his mom about how he desperately needs a child and how I'm unable to give him one. I've been to the doctor several times, and I've been told that nothing is wrong with me.I get out of my car and notice his car is parked in the garage. What is he doing at home at this time? He should be at work; he's the CEO of a multin
Without uttering a word, I turn and walk out the door. My eyes well up with tears as I struggle to control my emotions. The tears finally break free, and I burst into sobs, my body shaking with anguish. But then I scold myself internally: "What's there to cry about? I've already divorced him." I'm crying for the wasted years with him, hoping he would change his ways. The signs were there while we were dating, but I ignored them, all because I loved him. I clutch my handbag and make my way to the elevator, pressing the button in a fit of anger. The elevator opens, and I step inside, my heart feeling like it's being squeezed. I open my mouth, breathing heavily, trying to calm myself down.As I stand in the elevator, I feel a sense of numbness wash over me. The anger and sadness start to give way to a dull ache, like a weight is pressing down on my chest. The truth about Maxwell's infidelity is glaring. He knows my vulnerabilities and uses them against me, belittling my achievements. "
His presence lingers in my mind, adding an extra layer of excitement to the evening. I find myself stealing glances around the room, hoping to catch another glimpse of him.Continuing with my drink, I hum along to the music, reveling in the moment. It's been ages since I've had this much fun. Suddenly, I noticed the mysterious stranger again. He walks up to me, a warm smile playing on his lips.I can't tear my eyes away from him. With wavy dark hair cascading smoothly across his brow and piercing eyes that seem to hold countless secrets, he exudes an undeniable charm. Our eyes lock for a brief, electrifying moment."Hi," he says, his voice so soothing it sends shivers down my spine. A warm blush rushes to my cheeks in response."Hi," I reply, my tone laced with a hint of flirtation, scolding myself inwardly for succumbing to his charm. My gaze is fixed on the captivating man before me. I notice he is staring at me lustfully.A bond forms between us. With a knowing glance, he whispers,
Maxwell’s POVIt's been weeks, and I can't believe Jasmine filed for divorce. I didn't see this coming. The thoughts of everything she said before leaving keep ringing in my head. I know I haven't been the best husband to her, but I can't explain why I find myself constantly hurting her.I want a child, and in the three years of our marriage, she has never been pregnant. I wonder at times what could be wrong. I can't just sit and watch while my brother has children and I have none. I can't let go of the claim to the wealth that has been prepared for our children. My father, a multi-billionaire business tycoon, made sure the wealth stayed in our family. He prepared trust funds for his grandchildren. Who will claim the trust fund if Jasmine can't give me children? Seeing her walk out the door made me realize I shouldn't have treated her badly. There was a time when the only woman I thought of was Jasmine. She made me feel whole, but I can't explain when it dwindled. "She can't leave me
Jasmine's POVI looked at him, his expression unreadable. Fear gripped me as I worried he might deny any involvement and reject the idea of being part of our lives."I know it's sudden and all. I just met you, and I'm not sure how you're going to take this. It's perfectly fine if you don't want to be a part of our lives, but it's just that after that night, I can't stop thinking about how I ended up in bed with you. I'm sorry," I rushed out, the words tumbling from my lips.Then, I felt his finger on my lips, a touch that ignited a wave of emotions within me, emotions I hadn't expected from a simple touch."It's alright," he said, his voice soft and reassuring, accompanied by a loving smile.I was dazed. "It's alright? Just alright?" I asked again, needing confirmation.He nodded, his eyes filled with longing as he gazed at me. "I... I believe you're pregnant, Jasmine.”I felt a mix of relief and uncertainty wash over me. "Believe?" I echoed, seeking clarity in his response.Gabriel to
Maxwell POVThe two-hour drive from Illinois to Chicago felt interminable. True to Ethan's word, he had hired a private investigator to help me find Jasmine. However, the report he submitted was incomplete, lacking crucial details about her that piqued my interest and fueled my determination to seek her out.Judging by the size of her stomach, I could tell the child was mine. I wasn't sure if I should be over the moon, seeing that my wish for a child had finally come true.I parked my car in the underground lot and took the private elevator to my office. As I neared my office, my heart races when I noticed a familiar figure. I wasn't in the mood for company.She had been head over heels in love with me since college, but I didn't feel the same way about her. Our encounters had been casual, without any deeper connection.Noticing my tense demeanor, she approached me. "Max, darling, what's wrong?"I looked at her, unwilling to give anything away, and made my way to my office."Welcome, s
Jasmine’s POVMy encounter with Maxwell stirred up emotions I can't quite put into words. I truly appreciated Gabriel for being there when things got intense.As Maxwell stormed off, Gabriel guided me to the car. and when we were seated, I nervously played with my fingers while Gabriel looked at me intently."That's your ex-husband, I guess."I nodded again, trying to keep my emotions in check."Okay, I know just what you need to help ease up the tension," he said, piquing my interest. I looked up at him like a child seeking comfort.He chuckled, started the car, and drove out of the park, taking a road I wasn't familiar with. I only moved between the house, the park, and my workplace, so I hadn't had the chance to explore.I looked out the window, enjoying the scenery as he drove. Despite my earlier encounter with Maxwell, I felt relaxed around Gabriel. I made a mental note to go to the hospital to confirm the duration of the pregnancy.He stopped at a spot, and I looked around, wonde
As I thought about Gabriel, I realized I needed to clear the air. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number, anxiously waiting through three rings before he answered."Hello, Jasmine," he greeted calmly. "Can we talk?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady."Of course. How are you?" he replied, his tone still business-like."I'm fine," I lied, masking my nervousness. "I have something important to tell you.""Okay," he said. "Let's meet at Alinea.""Alright," I agreed quickly.I hailed a cab, my mind racing with thoughts of how Gabriel might react to the news. Arriving at the restaurant, I waited patiently, my anxiety building. The waiter approached."Good day, ma'am. Are you ready to order?""Not yet. I'll just have water for now," I replied.As the waiter left, I saw Gabriel enter. It seemed like the entire room turned to look at him. Unfazed by the stares, he walked with poise, almost as if he were modeling on a runway. My gaze locked onto Gabriel, and a subtle tension gripped
Lexi’s eyes are locked on Gabriel. I look at Gabriel and see the most beautiful smile on his face as he smiles back at Lexi. My mom walks in at that moment and is clearly in awe of the radiant smile in Gabriel’s eyes.“You’re awake, princess,” Gabriel says, his voice choking with emotion. The sight tugs at my heart, and the corners of my eyes well up with tears, which I manage to hold back.Lexi smiles back, and it seems like she wants to say something, but she can’t speak as she hasn’t talked in hours. I think she needs water, so I stand up, which seems to bring her attention back to me.“Mum,” she calls out, her voice hoarse.“Hold on just a second while I get you some water to drink,” I say.She nods in response and turns to my mom, pointing to Gabriel and trying to indicate something to her.I bring the water to Lexi’s mouth, and she slowly gulps it down. Once she seems okay and refrains from taking more, I understand that she has had enough.Her eyes return to Gabriel. “Oh, the pr
A doctor and a couple of nurses rush past me into Lexi's room. I follow them, my heart in my throat, but as I step inside, they stop me."Ma'am, you have to step aside so we can do our work.""No, that's my daughter in there," I protest, trying to push my way inside. But I see my mom coming out of the room, probably told the same thing."Jasmine, let the doctors do their job," she says, pulling me into a hug. Tears stream down my face as I sob, "I can't lose my girl.""You won't, Jas," she reassures me, her voice steady. "She means the world to you as much as she means to me. We won't lose her."The tears continue to flow as I think about the years I struggled to have a child to save my marriage with Maxwell, and now, when I finally have Lexi, she's at the mercy of the doctors.I pull away from my mom's embrace and start pacing back and forth in the hallway. It feels like an eternity waiting for the doctor to come out and give me the results about my daughter.Every second drags on as
Jasmine’s POV As the plane reaches cruising altitude, I focus on Ryder's kind gesture to distract myself from the gnawing anxiety. Despite our brief encounter and Gabriel's coldness, Ryder's concern feels genuine.Why was Gabriel at my house? What does he want? He made it clear that he doesn't want anything to do with me, so he should stay out of my life.I lean back in my seat, taking a deep breath. The hum of the plane is oddly comforting, and I allow myself to relax just a little. My thoughts drift back to Lexi. I grip the armrest tightly, feeling tears welling up. I say a silent prayer, determined that she's coming back with me to Chicago.Flight attendants come around with snacks and drinks. Absently, I take a cup of water and sip it, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I can't afford to break down now; I need to stay strong for Lexi.The plane lands smoothly. As soon as the seatbelt sign turns off, I grab my bag and head for the exit. The airport buzzes with people, but I barely
A puppy no more than a few weeks old, sits at my kitchen door, looking up at me with big round eyes. Its soft gray fur and tiny pink nose melt my heart. I bend down to pet the little creature, feeling its soft fur and tiny heartbeat. Where did it come from? And how did it get here? I wonder. Then, I feel a presence like a shadow hovering around me; someone is here, I guess. As I cautiously look up with the puppy in hand, the scorching sun pierces into my eyes. I look at a gorgeous man, shirtless and standing, looking at me with a smirk. I take my time to look at him; his body is dripping with sweat like he's been working in the soil. His hands are covered with mud.He's ruggedly handsome, with a strong jawline and piercing gray eyes. His smirk grows wider, His muscles are fully on display, and his abs are what every woman dreams of. He gives a small cough, and that seems to bring me back to the present. He might think I'm drooling over him, but in reality, I'm shocked to see someone
I knock on the door, and I hear a shuffling from inside. A voice says, "Come in." I take a deep breath, calming my nerves, and turn the door knob. I open the door and walk inside. He stands at the window with his hands in his pockets, gazing out at the city view."Good day, sir," I say, trying hard to steady my voice so it won't betray my nervousness."Good day, Ms. Ross. Good to have you grace me with your presence." He gestures to a seat. "Have a seat.""Thank you, sir," I mutter, making my way to the seat. He gives me a once-over look, and I feel small under his gaze.He removes his hand from his pocket and approaches me. Despite his age, he looks fit and accomplished in his late forties. I admire his achievements and the person he has become."How long have you worked at LPI?" he asks, looking at me intently.I lower my gaze and reply, "Two years.""And what was your job position when you first got employed?" he asks, his eyes still fixed on me.I look at him, unsure how to answer
Jasmine's POVWhat business do I have with her that she gives me the middle finger? I watch as she sways her hips and goes into the hotel I'm coming out of. I guess she wants to see Gabriel. I couldn't care less, my mind is focused on getting back to my office. I can't afford to be absent from the meeting, especially since the CEO will be there. This impression of me not being at the office isn't a good one. I hail a cab, give him my location, and luckily, he speeds off. My mind is racing, thinking about what just happened. I've always had my doubts about Ryan, and he's succeeded in driving a wedge between me and Gabriel.I know I have no explanation to give Gabriel; I've been caught in a compromising situation. I blame myself for getting carried away with the quest for clients. This was a setup, and it was a smooth one. I was gullible to fall prey to Ryan's scheme. But the question remains - who could be responsible for the setup? This is still a mystery to me.A lone tear slips down
Jasmine’s POVI slowly open my eyes, my vision blurry and my head pounding. I try to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washes over me, forcing me back onto the bed. I struggle to remember what happened, but my memories are fuzzy. I recall going to the hotel with Ryan; he offered me a drink. But everything after that is a blur.As I lie there, trying to gather my thoughts, I realize that my clothes are scattered around the floor and the duvet is tangled around my legs. Panic sets in as I understand that something is wrong. I quickly scan the room, but Ryan is nowhere in sight.My heart races as I throw off the duvet and stumble out of bed. I stagger to the bathroom, my legs trembling beneath me. I splash water on my face, trying to clear my head. My fear turns to terror as I realize I've been drugged and taken advantage of. I try to scream, but my voice is hoarse and barely audible.My heart races faster, and I know I have to get away from here. I have to get back to work. Many thoughts r
Gabriel’s POVI make my way to the hotel room. Every nerve in my body is on edge because I can't think straight. Who is the guy in question, and what does Jasmine have to do with him?I know we haven't defined our relationship yet, but I can't stand seeing someone else with Jasmine.Without knocking, I barge into the room. I see Jasmine lying down peacefully, the duvet wrapped around her. I'm sure she is naked, seeing that her clothes are scattered all over the floor.There is no going back; it looks like they just had a sex escapade.I think I lost it right there, seeing her in that position. I check around the room, but I see no man in question. Then, the sound of running water from the bathroom catches my attention, and my eyes snap to the bathroom door as I see a man coming out.He looks familiar. I try to rack my brain to know where I have seen him before. "You!" I say, moving closer to him as I remember."What the fuck are you doing here?" His voice booms in the room."This is my
Gabriel’s POVI can't seem to get Jasmine's thoughts off my mind after our almost-near experience at her house. I curse inwardly when the call comes in, wishing I could relish in the joy she brings me. My heart warms up even more when I see her baby girl's face on the screen - the girl is a beauty to behold, just like her mother. I wish that girl was mine, as I feel a strong connection with her, just like I did when Jasmine was away in California. I keep smiling all through my drive back home, unable to stop thinking about her. I want to call her during the weekend so we can hang out, but I hesitate, not wanting to come across as a lovesick man. Could this be love, I wonder? No one understands how I feel about Jasmine - she lights up the room when she enters, and my heart skips a thousand beats. She makes me smile from ear to ear whenever she's around. I know it's strange to say this, but I'm falling in love with Jasmine, and it scares me because I haven't felt this way about someone i