Hello readers, Will this plan be successful? What do you think? Let me know. Hehehe
Abigail's pov - Our preparations with the tech team are finally complete. We've arranged for three different hotels as backup options, just in case Julie denies the first one. We can't afford any slip-ups in our plan. The tension hangs in the air as we approach the crucial moment. It's time to make the call to Julie. I turn to Michael, my voice filled with a mix of anxiety and determination. "Put the call on the loudspeaker, Michael. We need to ensure that everything is recorded." Michael nods, his fingers poised over the phone. He dials Julie's number, and as the line connects, my heart skips a beat. A seductive voice greets us on the other end, calling out Michael's name. I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy and disgust, but I push those emotions aside. This is all part of the plan. Michael takes a deep breath as the call connects, his voice filled with a confident charm. "Julie, it's been too long. I can't resist the urge to see you tonight. How about meeting me at the Carlt
Julie's pov - I've been eagerly anticipating this day since the moment I laid eyes on Michael back in college. All those stolen glances, the subtle exchanges of flirtation—they were all leading up to this moment. And now, finally, I have him. I'm getting ready to meet him, and I want to look my absolute best. I stand in front of the mirror, carefully applying my makeup. I opt for a sultry, smoky eye, accentuated by a touch of shimmering gold. My lips are painted a bold shade of crimson, perfectly matching the fiery desire burning inside me. With each stroke of the brush, I feel myself transforming into the irresistible woman I've always wanted to be. As I finish my makeup, I turn my attention to the dress I've chosen. It's a form-fitting black cocktail dress that hugs my curves in all the right places. The neckline plunges slightly, teasingly showcasing a hint of my décolletage. The back is open, revealing just enough skin to leave Michael yearning for more. The dress is my weapon,
Michael's pov - As I wait for Julie's arrival, my mind races with anticipation and anxiety. So much is riding on this night, on her confession. Will she finally reveal her truth, or will our plan be doomed to failure? But I have to pretend properly as she can't guess my feelings. Suddenly, a soft knock on the door jolts me from my thoughts. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart, and make my way toward the entrance. As I open the door, there she stands, a vision of beauty that takes my breath away. She really got ready for me. Poor girl, I have to break her heart. "Julie," I say, my voice laced with awe, "you look absolutely stunning." A faint blush tinges on her cheeks, adding a touch of innocence to her allure. She glances down, a shy smile gracing her lips, before meeting my gaze again. "Thank you, Michael," she replies, her voice filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement. "And you look incredibly handsome in that white cotton shirt and pants." Her words
Abigail's pov - As I watch Michael and Julie draw closer, my heart sinks and an unsettling heat courses through my veins. It's all part of the plan, I remind myself, a trap to expose Julie's conspiracy with William. But the sight before me still ignites a fiery jealousy deep within. Michael's touch on Julie's skin sends shivers down her spine, and I can't help but feel a pang of envy. Her delicate frame quivers under his caress, and in that moment, I wish it were me in her place, feeling his warmth, his affection. But I know this is merely a charade, a carefully orchestrated act to expose her deceit. Every sweet word that slips from Michael's lips, every loving gesture he makes towards Julie, fuels the flames of jealousy within me. I find myself captivated by their pretend intimacy, even though I know it's all part of the plan. The way he brushes his lips against her skin, the tenderness in his touch—it's all an act, but it stirs a storm of emotions inside me. The realization that
Abigail's pov- As Julie's eyes meet mine, a mix of disbelief and betrayal flashes across her face. The truth has been unveiled, and she realizes that the love between her and Michael was nothing more than a well-executed charade. The shock and anger radiating from her gaze are palpable, and I brace myself for the storm that is about to erupt. Her voice trembles with a combination of hurt and rage as she looks at Michael, her voice laced with disbelief. "You...you were plotting against me? This...this love was all just a performance? How could you, Michael?" I step forward, meeting Julie's gaze head-on, my voice firm and resolute. "Julie, we had to uncover the truth. The accusations you made against Michael were false, and we needed to expose your deceitful alliance with William. It was the only way to clear Michael's name." Julie's voice quivers with emotion as she pleads her case. "But I love Michael, with all my heart. Isn't that enough? Shouldn't he be with me?" I take a moment
Michael's pov- Sitting beside Abigail, I hold her delicate hand in mine, my worry and fear consuming me. The sight of her lying there, still recovering from the trauma inflicted upon her, fills me with a sense of guilt and remorse. She's suffering because of me, because of the tangled web of deceit and manipulation that we found ourselves in. I trace the bruises on Abigail's neck, a painful reminder of Julie's vicious attack. The anger within me simmers, an unyielding fire fueled by the sight of the harm inflicted upon the woman I hold dear. I should have protected her, shielded her from the storm that brewed in our lives. But in that crucial moment, as Julie's hands tightened around Abigail's throat, I was paralyzed, unable to intervene. A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts, and a familiar face enters the room. It's the doctor here to assess Abigail's condition. I watch intently as the doctor examines her, searching for any signs of further injury. The tension in the room is
Michael's pov - As I carefully apply the soothing ointment on Abigail's bruises, my touch gentle and filled with a mixture of tenderness and concern, I can't help but notice the slight improvement in her condition. The doctor's reassurance echoes in my mind, but the fear still lingers, urging me to seek further medical attention for Abigail. I wrap the neck support collar around her delicate neck, ensuring that she's properly stabilized. With Abigail cradled in my arms, her head resting against my chest, we make our way to the hospital. Jack accompanies us, his presence offering a sense of reassurance in this challenging time. The weight of Abigail's body in my arms reminds me of the fragility of life and the importance of safeguarding those we love. Upon arriving at the hospital, I wasted no time in seeking medical assistance. The doctor treats Abigail with the utmost care, thoroughly examining her and administering a sleeping injection to ensure she receives the rest she desperate
Abigail's pov - As I wake up in the morning, a heaviness fills my head, and a dull ache radiates from my neck. Last night's attack by Julie replays in my mind, and I struggle to make sense of what happened. Why do I feel so sleepy? And why can't I recall everything clearly? My gaze shifts to the sight of Michael lying next to me, peacefully asleep. I find myself unable to tear my eyes away from him, studying every detail of his face. There's a yearning in me, an unspoken desire to reach out and touch his hair, to feel the warmth of his presence. With a trembling hand, I extend my fingers toward him, but just as they are about to make contact, I hesitate and pull back. I don't want to disturb his rest, knowing how tirelessly he stood by my side throughout the night. Instead, I quietly observe him, taking solace in the fact that he's here with me, safe and sound. As if sensing my gaze upon him, Michael stirs awake. His eyes meet mine, concern etched upon his face. He immediately star