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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
Jack's POV -Finally, Chloe is my wife. I can't express my gratitude to God for giving me her as my life partner. She is closing her eyes with trembling lips which are surely craving to be smashed by my lips. I follow her wish and it takes minimal time when I find my hands to explore her skin.I squeeze her boobs by moving away from her strapless bra. "Ummph. J-Jack." She releases a sweet moan and I explore her mouth with my tongue. Her erect nipples are being kneaded into my palms and I am grinding her core with mine. The room is turning hotter though the temperature is enough to make anyone cover themselves with blankets.I trail my kisses from her chin to her neck and lead my right hand to her pussy. Once I insert my finger inside her panty, I realize that she is already wet and a smirk appears on my lips. I intake her right nipple in my mouth and keep rubbing her clit to bring her on the edge."Argh, Jack. Just do it already." It's not only me but she is also desperate after a whil
Ema's POV -My heart races as Michael's strong arms cradle me in a bridal carry, carrying me towards the bedroom. The anticipation in the air fuels the heat building between us, and my breath catches as he gently lowers me onto the bed. Our kisses are electric, igniting a passionate fire that has long smoldered between us. His lips find mine, trailing a burning path from my mouth to my neck, igniting my skin with each touch. My heaving chest is showing my excitement and longing.The intensity of our connection is electrifying, but then something shifts. As Michael gets on his knees between my legs and spreads them apart, his gaze transforms into something sinister, a wolfish glare that sends shivers down my spine. His eyes, once filled with desire, are now filled with a burning hatred that pierces right through me."So, it was you," he hisses, his voice dripping with venom. "All of it was a trap."Fear claws at my throat, rendering me speechless. I struggle to grasp the meaning behind