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Abigail's pov - As we sit in the hospital corridor, the tension in the air is palpable. The fluorescent lights cast a cold, sterile glow on the walls, amplifying the heaviness that hangs between us. I turn to Michael, my eyes filled with concern, desperately seeking answers to the questions that weigh on my mind. "Michael, what happened to your dad?" I ask softly, trying to convey both my curiosity and empathy. His gaze shifts, filled with a mixture of sorrow and vulnerability. He takes a moment to collect himself before he begins to share a part of his past that he has carried with him for so long. My heart aches as I listen, knowing that the pain he carries runs deep. With a deep breath, Michael's voice trembles slightly as he begins, "It happened when I was just thirteen years old. It was a seemingly ordinary day, one filled with anticipation and hope. My mom, dad, and I decided to take a trip together, seeking moments of joy and togetherness." I nod, urging him to continue, my
Michael's pov - The sterile hospital room feels suffocating as we enter. The beeping of machines fills the air, reminding us of the fragility of life. My heart pounds in my chest as I approach the bed where my father lies, surrounded by an entanglement of wires and monitors. Abigail stands by my side, her presence offering a sense of stability amidst the chaos. My father's eyes flutter open, and a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he sees me. Relief washes over me, mingled with a deep sense of gratitude that he is still with us. After all these years, the guilt I've carried from that tragic accident resurfaces, but his presence reminds me that forgiveness can exist even in the face of unspeakable pain. In a feeble voice, my father beckons Abigail to his left side, a request that sends a jolt of confusion through both of us. As she hesitantly moves to his side, I try to process the words that escape his lips. "Please, get married." I freeze, my eyes widening in disbelie
Abigail's pov - A mixture of joy and apprehension floods my heart as Michael and I stand there, our hands tightly intertwined. The weight of his father's unexpected request lingers in the air, casting a shadow over our budding relationship. I can't help but wonder if Michael's agreement to marry me is solely driven by his father's wishes, or if it stems from a genuine desire to be with me. Unable to contain my curiosity, I squeeze Michael's hand gently, my voice filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "Michael, I need to know... Do you truly want this? Do you want to marry me?" His response is tinged with hesitation, his voice reflecting his inner turmoil. "Abigail, I care deeply for you, there's no doubt about that. But I can't ignore the conflicting emotions I have for Tuberose. It's complicated, and I'm unsure about this wedding." A wave of conflicting emotions washes over me—happiness at the thought of being with Michael, but also a twinge of sadness and doubt. Tuberose,
Michael's pov - We share with Dad that we are okay with the wedding. He is so happy. Then he starts planning our wedding. It will be a grand wedding. He will invite everyone. Abigail and I are smiling seeing his excitement. What else do we need when he is so happy? As the days pass, the whirlwind of wedding preparations consumes everyone's attention. Plans are being made, guests are being invited, and the excitement in the air is palpable. Amidst the chaos, I steal glances at Abigail, observing her every move. It's clear that she's taken on more than she can handle, and I can't help but worry about her well-being. Unable to ignore my concerns any longer, I make up my mind and stride towards her, determined in my steps. Ignoring the whispers and curious glances from the staff and workers scattered around the living room, I reach out and gently lift Abigail into my arms. "Come on, Abigail," I say with a smile, "I think it's time you took a break." She blushes profusely, her cheeks t
Michael's pov - The announcement is final. Everyone leaves along with Abigail. I return to my room. Jack comes to me. Then I realized, I didn't have a sitting conversation with him about my decision to marry Abigail. I indicated to him to sit down. He follows my will. As I settle down with Jack, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness fills the air between us. This conversation holds weight, and I know that Jack's opinion carries great importance to me. Taking a deep breath, I gather my thoughts, ready to discuss my decision to marry Abigail. "Jack, I've reached a firm decision," I assert, my voice laced with determination. "I want to marry Abigail. She's an extraordinary woman, and I simply cannot fathom my life without her." A wide smile spreads across Jack's face, his eyes shining with genuine happiness. "Michael, that's incredible news! I've witnessed firsthand how much Abigail means to you, and I genuinely believe she's the perfect match for you. However," he pauses, a flick
Ema's pov- I watch as Michael strides towards Abigail, determination etched in every line of his face. His eyes are solely focused on her, oblivious to the world around him. And I, Ema, am left standing there, shattered into a thousand pieces. It's as if someone has taken a hammer to my heart, breaking it into fragments that can never be put back together. My eyes welled up with tears, but I quickly wiped them away, refusing to let anyone see my vulnerability. How could this happen? How could Abigail win him over without even realizing the game she was playing? All those dreams I had of Michael, all those sleepless nights spent imagining a life with him, they're nothing but ashes now. Jealousy courses through my veins like a venomous poison, consuming me from within. I've been by Michael's side for years, a constant presence in his life. We shared laughter, tears, and secrets. We were friends, confidantes, and I thought, just maybe, something more could blossom between us. But now,
[The day before the wedding] Michael's pov - Jack is a savior. He helped me to arrange the date with Abigail I wished for the day before our wedding. As I stand on the glass-walled floor of one of the tallest buildings in New York City, my heart flutters with anticipation. Everything has been meticulously arranged for this special evening, a date unlike any we've ever had before. The room is adorned with an ethereal elegance, with delicate white accents contrasting against the vibrant red of countless roses that fill the space. The air is infused with their sweet fragrance, intertwining with the anticipation that fills the room. I take a moment to admire the scene before me, the attention to detail evident in every corner. The glass-walled floor is transformed into a breathtaking haven of romance, with contrasting hues of white and red creating an ethereal ambiance. The translucent floor, adorned with delicate white petals, adds a whimsical touch as if walking on a carpet of dreams
Abigail's pov - As I get ready for the date that Michael asked for, a flurry of excitement and anticipation fills the air around me. Jack, my ever-reliable friend, is here to accompany me, ensuring that I reach the designated spot safely. The doorbell rings, and I eagerly rush to open it, finding Jack standing there with a bright smile. "Ready for your big night, Abigail?" he asks, his eyes reflecting the shared excitement. I nod, my heart beating rapidly. "I can't believe this is happening. Thank you for being here, Jack. Your support means the world to me." He grins. "No need to thank me, Abby. You deserve all the happiness in the world. Now, let's make this night unforgettable." With his encouraging words, I feel a surge of confidence washes over me. I slip into the red gown that Michael sent, admiring its elegant design and the way it accentuates my figure. Every detail has been carefully thought out, and I can't help but feel a surge of gratitude for Michael's thoughtfulness.
Author's POV -[9 months later]As Abigail awakens, she finds herself in a rather wet and unexpected predicament. Without a moment's hesitation, she unleashes a resounding yell, "Miiiiiiiiiccccccccckkkkkkkkkk..."In a remarkable display of Olympic-level sprinting, Michael, wrapped in nothing but a hastily grabbed towel, races out of the washroom, his face an exquisite blend of confusion and concern. "Baby, what happened?"Abigail points to her soggier-than-a-sponge state. "Look at my state, damn it. My water's broken! Take me to the hospital!"Michael, in the middle of trying to don a pair of trousers and an inside-out t-shirt, pauses for a moment, contemplating the situation. "Just a moment, let me wear something."But his fashion crisis is swiftly dismissed as Abigail, with a hint of a smile, quips, "You wore the t-shirt's wrong side.""Leave it. You and the baby are more important." He hastily adjusts his pants and tugs the t-shirt to its rightful orientation. Scooping up Abigail in
***mature content*** Abigail's POV - I am flying in the ninth sky. My every ride and his grip on my hip. I fail to hold for more and cum again. I fail to stay on my knees but his grabs make me get into the missionary position and he is still inside me. He starts thrusting without any warning. I pull him closer. His strong biceps are my pillar now. His joystick is quite large for me to take. Still, it's a pleasure I wanted all the time. There is no manipulation or conspiracy. Only our love and us. He leaves my grip and gets on his knees. Our sweated bodies, heaving chests, and louder exhales are the witness of our pleasure. He brings his dick out and grins at me. "Let's take a 5 minute break. You are so exhausted. I don't want this night to end faster with our tiredness but to keep it alive till dawn or maybe later." He starts kissing me all over my body. I doubt he is leaving an inch to travel his brim against my skin. He again holds my legs and gets on his knees. "It's time for an
Michael's POV -I break the kiss and pull her closer. I make her sit on my thighs and take the ice cream. "Do you know? There is a unique way to have ice cream." I want to start what I wanted for a long time slowly."What is that way, Sir?" She has a shy smile on her lips.I put a little bit of ice cream on her chin and lick it gently. She quivers into my arms. "Mick.""It's my turn. You said that you would let me do everything I wanted after our wedding. So, it's the time. Isn't it?" My husky voice and her ear lobe. Just a perfect combination. I am sucking her ear lobe and she is releasing a slow moan."Did I say no?" I grin at her reply."I want to put you into the swimming pool and get inside you but that might be later. It's not going to be two or three rounds. Maybe the whole night." I am on her neck now. My grip is around her so tight that I will not allow her to move if I don't want to."Anywhere or anything. I am okay with everything." Our love is now at the peak of lust.I lif
Abigail's POV -Our wedding day, and it holds an even more special significance this time—it's our 3rd anniversary. Mick chose this very day for our re-wedding, and we've been eagerly anticipating it for weeks. Today, I have a unique wedding gift for my husband—a manuscript of my new book, 'Fragrance of Love 2'. I know it will light up his face with joy, and that's precisely what I want to see.As I hold the bound manuscript in my hands, I hear his voice calling for me, and a smile tugs at my lips. "What is my wife up to on our wedding day?" he asks, his eyes dancing with excitement. "I can't wait to recite our vows again. I wish we could have a grand celebration, but I respect your wish."He pouts playfully, and I can't resist the urge to pull his cheek gently. "Mr. Husband, I want this day to be special in its simplicity, just for us." I say, putting a quick peck on his lips."But after the wedding, Abby, there's something I've been patiently waiting for, and you've been using this '
Michael's POV -The morning sun barely peeks through the curtains as I awaken, wrapped in the warmth of Abigail's embrace. Last night was nothing short of magic, the kind that leaves you in awe of the universe, feeling blessed and alive. Her peaceful slumber beside me is like a painting, serene and beautiful. I gently brush a stray strand of hair from her face and plant a soft kiss on her forehead."Good morning, my love," I whisper, my voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open, and a smile graced her lips."Good morning, hubby," she replies, her voice a sweet melody that warms my heart. She stretches her body, her bare back exposed, and I can't help but admire the graceful curve of her spine. But as I lean in to kiss her, she covers her chest with her hands, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink.I can't contain my laughter. "Are you serious, wifey? I held you undressed all night, and now you're covering yourself?" I playfully tease as I tuc
Abigail's POV -"Why did your husband try to put my wife behind bars? How could I stay passive?" William's voice clashes with mine, both of us brimming with anger."Now you can understand, can't you? Your wife attempted to murder his wife. Wouldn't he seek justice? I let that go, so you shouldn't attempt to harm my husband," I retort, my eyes blazing with fury."What is happening here?" Ema, that cheating friend of mine, suddenly appears out of nowhere."Your husband tried to harm my husband. I swear, Ema, if you don't keep your husband under control, you might end up a widow, and no one can stop me," I seethe, my words dripping with resentment and disdain."Mind your tongue, Abi," she snaps, but I cut her off, a storm of emotions fueling my rage. "Abigail Pattinson. Address me by Abigail. You've lost the right to call me Abi. Besides, I would love to slap you harder, but if I did, it would be considered animal abuse, and I don't want to stoop to that level," I declare, my gun still po
Abigail's POV -Days flow steadily, like a calm river winding its way through life's landscapes. I sit at my desk, penning down words that weave stories of love and heartache. Fragrance of Love, my most successful novel to date, brought the intoxicating aroma of success into my life. Now, I'm immersed in crafting its sequel, Fragrance of Love Season 2, hoping to give the love it couldn't find in the first part—a story mirroring my own life's journey, finding its path to happiness.These past two years have been transformative. The catering business Chole and I started, now known as 'A&C,' has flourished under Chloe's capable leadership. Despite Michael's proposal for a business collaboration between our companies, I was adamant about maintaining our individuality. Our love might be on the mend, but our businesses remained separate entities.In this time, I've managed to complete seven books, each a piece of my heart poured onto the pages. Fragrance of Love holds a special place, its su
Abigail's POV -Two weeks have passed since that dramatic day in the heart of New York City when I gave Michael one last chance. It's been a whirlwind of emotions, but the most important thing is that he's recovering well. I've been dividing my time between the hospital and home, and even though he's eager to come home, I've insisted on staying by his side at the hospital.Honestly, I can't help but be a bit possessive. I don't like the idea of nurses fussing over him, even if it's for his own good. And, to my relief, it seems that Mick has noticed too.Today, I'm driving to the hospital from home. As I enter his room, I see one of the nurses talking animatedly with Mick, both of them sharing a friendly smile. My heart gives an involuntary pang, and a touch of jealousy creeps in. I can't help it; I just want all his attention for myself.Summoning my bravado, I stride over to them, trying to mask my irritation with a polite smile. "Excuse me," I say sweetly to the nurse. "Could you giv
Michael's POV -Pain pulses through my body as we speed through the city streets, my thoughts consumed by one burning question: where is Abby? I've tried calling her countless times, my desperation growing with each unanswered ring. It's as if she's vanished into thin air, leaving me with a deep sense of emptiness.In my desperation, I dial my father's number. "Dad," I say urgently, "I need you to call Abby and keep the line open for at least 30 seconds. We can trace her location that way."The seconds feel like hours as I wait for my father's call back. Every passing moment is a torment, and I can't bear the thought of Abby slipping further away from me.Finally, my father's name flashes on my screen, and I answer with bated breath. "Dad, did you—"But his words cut me off. "She hung up, Mick," he says with a heavy sigh. "And she sent a message, saying she'll talk to you when she returns to California."My heart sinks as I hear those words. I wanted to see her, to hold her, to beg for