Hello readers, Never lose your self-respect for love. Do you agree with me?
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
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
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
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
***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.
***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
Abigail's pov - My phone rings, breaking the stillness of my day. I glance at the screen, and my heart leaps with joy. It's Chloe calling. I quickly answer, needing the connection to my old life, to the friend who understands me like no one else. "Chloe!" I exclaim, my voice filled with warmth and longing. "How are you?" "Abby!" Chloe's voice on the other end is equally filled with emotion. "Oh, I've missed you so much! It feels like it's been ages since we talked." Tears well up in my eyes as I confess, "I've missed you too, Chloe. More than you can imagine." We share a heartfelt conversation, catching up on each other's lives. Chloe asks about my health, and I assure her that I'm doing okay, even though it's been a challenging time. "And what about you?" I inquire. "How's everything with Jack?" Chloe's voice takes on a happy lilt as she replies, "Actually, Abby, we have some exciting news. Jack and I have decided to get married next week!" My heart soars with happiness for my
***mature content*** Chloe's POV - As I step into the church, my heart races with anticipation. Today is the day I've been dreaming of since I was a little girl, and it's finally here. I glance around at the beautifully adorned pews, the soft, romantic lighting, and the fragrant flowers that line the aisle. It's all so perfect, and I can't help but smile. My gaze falls upon Jack, standing at the altar, looking incredibly handsome in his suit. He's my rock, my superhero, and now he's about to become my husband. The thought fills me with a sense of joy and contentment that I can't put into words. The music begins to play, signaling the start of the ceremony. I take a deep breath, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness wash over me. My father, who is proudly escorting me down the aisle, squeezes my hand reassuringly. As I make my way towards Jack, I can't tear my eyes away from him. He's the love of my life, and I can't believe I'm about to marry him. The world seems to fade