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151. We are apart!
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Tuberose 152. Everything is shattered…
Michael's POV - I step into the living area, my heart heavy with a pain I never anticipated. How did we come to this point? A divorce, a word that once seemed so distant and improbable, is now our reality. If this is the path we must take, then so be it. The lawyer, a paragon of professionalism, awaits me. Time is of the essence, and without delay, he dives into the intricate details of the legal proceedings that lie ahead. His voice is crisp, each word a reminder of the gravity of the situation. "Mr. Pattinson, we must address the matter of alimony," he begins a quick flicker of his eyes over his notes. "You've cited infidelity as the basis for the divorce." I nod solemnly, the word "infidelity" leaving a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. It's a word that carries the weight of betrayal, a word that embodies the irrevocable breach of trust that has shattered the foundation of our marriage. The lawyer's raised eyebrows echo his disbelief. "Abigail Ma'am cheated on you?" His astonishme
Tuberose 153. Nothing left
Abigail's POV - As I rise from my slumber, a sense of determination washes over me. I need to have a calm, rational conversation with Mick. I must understand what has led him to think this way. If he remains as stubborn as he was last night, then perhaps there's no choice but to consider parting ways. I refuse to compromise my self-respect in the face of baseless accusations. It's imperative that he recognizes his boundaries, and he has no alternative but to come clean about his thoughts. With these intentions in mind, I make my way downstairs. I'm prepared to hear him out, to understand his perspective. However, as I reach the staircase, I'm greeted by an unexpected sight. Michael is saying things that are utterly unfounded and filled with filth, casting unwarranted aspersions upon me. At this moment, I realize that I can't simply ignore what he's saying. I need to confront these accusations, delve into his thoughts, and discover what has led him to believe such hurtful things abo
Tuberose 154. Goodbye Forever
Abigail's POV - "What else to do, Dad?" I implore, tears welling up in my eyes. "I don't understand why he's saying he didn't do anything to make me pregnant when he did, I swear it. And accusing me of being with William for money? I have more than enough of my own. I've always worked for myself, even as Mrs. Pattinson. Yet, if he believes I would sell my integrity and claim it in front of the world, then I'm sorry, but I have to leave this man, even if I have to prove myself right." My voice quivers with a mixture of anger, frustration, and hurt. A sharp pain shoots through my abdomen, causing me to gasp and clutch my belly. The stress of this situation is taking a toll on me, and I can feel the strain in every fiber of my being. "Oh please, stop acting like a saint," he retorts, his voice dripping with disdain. "At least not in front of me. I'll give you one more chance to confess and seek forgiveness. Believe me, I'll give my name to this child." His words pierce through the tens
Tuberose 155. Will it be?
Abigail's POV - I step into the room, and every corner seems to whisper our past. It was once our sanctuary, a place where love blossomed, laughter echoed, and dreams intertwined. The walls themselves seem to remember the soft caresses, the shared secrets, and the stolen kisses. It was a room where our hearts danced to a symphony of emotions. Now, the room feels cavernous, echoing with the emptiness of our shattered relationship. The bed, once a place of shared dreams and whispered promises, stands as a silent witness to our love turned sour. I can almost see us, tangled in each other's arms, our laughter ringing in the air as we reveled in each other's company. But those moments are nothing more than fading echoes, distant memories that will never be reclaimed. My eyes fall upon the bathroom door, and I can't help but remember the times he emerged, his hair still damp from the shower, and a towel draped low around his waist. The intimacy of those moments, the vulnerability we share
Tuberose 156. Left all alone
Abigail's POV - I wake up in a room that exudes luxury from every corner. The opulence of the surroundings momentarily overshadows the pain coursing through my body. It's a struggle to sit up, the ache in my abdomen intensifying. Confusion clouds my mind as I take in my unfamiliar surroundings. Three nurses bustle around me, their faces masked in professional stoicism. I try to speak, my voice trembling, and ask, "Where am I?" But they avoid my questions, their eyes fixated on their tasks as they check my vitals and adjust machines I can't fully comprehend. Desperation fuels my next question, "How's the baby?" I need to know, need reassurance that despite everything that's happened, our child is safe. But the nurses remained silent, their hushed whispers and exchanged glances revealing more than their words ever could. Finally, after my relentless insistence, one of them breaks the deafening silence. Her voice is barely above a whisper, carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken co
Tuberose 157. Guilt
Michael's POV - The day turns into night, and I find myself sitting on the bed, gazing out at the moonlit balcony. It's the same balcony where that night, I made a hasty decision and left Abigail here, alone. The memories flood back, each one a dagger to my heart. The way she would cuddle up to me, her infectious giggle, the way her cheeks would blush at my compliments, and those deep, mesmerizing ocean eyes that held my world captive. I can't deny it, even to myself. I miss her. The emptiness in this room, in my life, is haunting. Everything around me feels like a cruel reminder of what once was. Every piece of furniture, every decoration, it's all intertwined with her presence. The silence is deafening, and the absence of her laughter is a heavy weight on my soul. It was my decision to divorce her. I thought that by threatening her with it, she would confess to her betrayal. But she didn't. Instead, she left with her dignity intact, a quiet strength that I never anticipated. She
Tuberose 158. The night is young
***mature content*** William's POV - I'm on the road, heading toward Ema's place. Ema and I have come a long way, closer than I ever expected. Our relationship has evolved beyond just being casual lovers; we've become friends. It all started when Jullie revealed her pregnancy, and Ema's reaction was a defining moment for us. She didn't judge or criticize me for my choices; instead, she stood by me and supported my decision. Her unwavering loyalty is something I'll forever appreciate. Today, when I found Abigail, I was thrilled with worry and guilt. But her words somehow provided a soothing balm to my racing heart. They gave me the strength to stand up and follow through with what I've always wanted to do. And now, I want more than just phone calls and text messages. I want to spend real, tangible time with her. Let me be clear; it's not love. I don't fall in love. That's just not how I'm wired. It's more about those moments of vulnerability that we all experience from time to time.
Tuberose 159. Shattered heart and Maybe moved on
***4 months later*** Abigail's POV - It's been four long months since I've been living under William's watchful eye. Surprisingly, he hasn't made any advances, at least not forcefully. I've come to realize that he's not the type to push things, even though he clearly desires me. In these months, I've learned a lot about him, especially when it comes to his soft spot for children. His care and concern for Jullie are undeniable. What worries me deeply is Jullie's declining health. I've secretly been in contact with her doctor, trying to gather information and offer any help I can. Strangely, William hasn't imposed any restrictions on me. We're bound by a simple agreement: He won't reveal Ema and Michael's pictures to the media, and in return, I remain in his gilded cage. It's not that I had much of a choice. Disobeying would not only jeopardize my own safety but could also harm Michael's business, and that, in turn, would impact my ailing father's fragile health. I can't bear the tho
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