Hello readers, What is waiting for Abigail? Can you guess it?
Michael's pov - I sit in my cabin, lost in thought about the incident from last night. Ema, the talented writer of Fragrance of Love, had revealed in the morning that she is Tuberose. It was surprising, considering that Abigail had claimed to be Tuberose the previous night. The conflicting claims had puzzled me, but before I could delve deeper into the matter, my phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. It's my dad calling. "Where is Abigail? She didn't come for breakfast," my dad's voice rushes through the phone. "I checked in your room, and she's not there. Not even in the guest room or anywhere. The guard informed me that she left last night. It was a rainy night, Mick. Where is your wife?" Startled by my father's rapid stream of questions, I try to calm him down. "Don't worry, she's probably fine. Maybe she just wanted some time alone after our fight. It's nothing to be overly concerned about." "Just shut up! Is this how I raised you? How could you let your wife leave the house at
Michael's pov Once inside, I lay Abigail gently on the couch, her weakened state evident in her pale complexion. I cover her with a warm blanket, tucking it around her body, hoping to provide some relief from her fever. My mind races as I remember where the family doctor keeps his emergency contact information. I quickly retrieve the details and dial his number. The doctor assures me that he will arrive at our home as soon as possible. I thank him and end the call, my attention immediately returning to Abigail. I sit by her side, holding her hand, and murmuring words of reassurance. Minutes later, the sound of the doorbell echoes through the house, signaling the arrival of the doctor. I quickly let him in, and he wastes no time in examining Abigail, checking her temperature, and prescribing necessary medications. His calm demeanor and expertise bring a sense of relief to my worried heart. As the doctor tends to Abigail's needs, I find myself pacing the room, unable to sit still. I'
Michael's pov - As I arrive at the office, I find myself unable to concentrate on my work. Abigail's words haunt me, her pain and disappointment etched into my memory. I realize that I can't let our relationship crumble like this. I made a promise to protect her, to love her unconditionally. And now, I have to find a way to make things right. The rain continues to pour outside, mirroring the turmoil within my heart. I realize that I can't let pride or ego stand in the way of what truly matters. I need to swallow my pride, apologize, and fight for our relationship. With a renewed determination, I leave the office early, my mind set on one goal: to reach Abigail and make things right. The rain-soaked streets feel like a metaphor for the challenges ahead, but I'm ready to face them head-on. As I approach our home, I can't shake off the sense of trepidation that lingers within me. I don't know how Abigail will receive me, whether she'll be willing to listen or shut me out completely. B
Jenelia's pov - "Hello, Will. I am back in New York. I need to meet you. I want you at home within one hour," I say firmly into the phone, my voice carrying a sense of urgency. Ending the call, I take a moment to collect myself. It's time to face the challenges that lie ahead. Opening the drawer of my study table, I'm greeted by a photograph of David from his younger days. The memories flood back, reminding me of the love that stole my peace and left me restless. But it was all one-sided. David never cared about my feelings. That doesn't matter anymore. I made the choice to marry his business rival, Mr. Stark, and now our sons are destined to be rivals as well. I raised William with the intention of turning Michael into not just a rival but an enemy. As I gaze at David's picture, emotions swirl within me. I close the drawer, locking away the memories of our tumultuous past. The present demands my attention. Our recent defeat weighs heavily on my mind, and I must uncover the reasons
Abigail's pov - Everything is finished. Everything is done. Ema has mercilessly snatched my passion, and my identity as Tuberose, and left me feeling empty and broken. How could she, my closest friend, do this to me? The pain cuts deep, piercing through my heart with every breath I take. I had placed so much trust in Ema, believing that she would always have my back and that she would support and uplift me as I pursued my dreams. But now, it feels like a cruel joke. She has not only betrayed my trust but has also stolen the love of my life, Mick. The man I once called my husband, my rock, my confidant. Now, he is nothing more than Mr. Pattinson, a name that holds a bitter taste in my mouth. I saw the questions in his eyes. My mind is haunted by memories of Mick's care and affection, even amidst the conflicts that have arisen between us. I find a glimmer of solace in those memories, a fleeting smile that dances across my face. But no matter how much I cling to those fragments of happ
Abigail's pov - I scoff, unable to contain my disbelief at her theatrical performance. This is not a time for her to play the victim. I didn't say anything to warrant her tears. The weight of her betrayal sits heavily upon my shoulders, and her attempt to shift the blame infuriates me further. Before I can respond to her feeble excuses, the call abruptly ends. Panic sets in as I repeatedly dial her number, desperate to continue the confrontation, but it goes straight to voicemail. The number is switched off. I am left screaming into the void, my grief and pain echoing through the empty room. In the depths of my anguish, I unleash a primal scream that reverberates through the room. It tears through the air, an anguished cry escaping from the depths of my soul. The sound that erupts from me is raw, unfiltered, and filled with a torrent of emotions that words alone cannot express. "AAAAHHHH!" The scream tears through my throat, carrying with it the weight of betrayal, hurt, and shatte
Ema's pov - My heart skips a beat as Abigail's name flashes on my phone screen. Fear clenches my chest, but I quickly compose myself and answer the call. Just as I start speaking, I notice Michael passing by my desk, a perfect opportunity to put my plan into motion. I fake a sob, hoping to grab his attention. And it works. With a concerned expression, Michael approaches me, and I abruptly end the call and switch off my phone, feigning distress. "Hey, Ema. What's wrong?" His voice is laced with worry, and I have to keep up the act. "Nothing," I responded, pretending to wipe away tears from my eyes. I need to make him believe that something terrible has happened and that Abigail's friendship is my top priority. It's crucial that he falls into my trap. "Tell me, please," he insists, his voice gentle but persistent. I take a deep breath, steadying myself. I need to convince him of my innocence and loyalty. "Please, stay away from me," I say, my voice trembling as I pretend to sob. "Ab
Michael's pov - I find myself locked in a difficult conversation with Ema, her words hanging heavily in the air. She seems determined to question the strength of my commitment to Abby, my wife. I take a moment to collect my thoughts, searching for the right words to convey my unwavering devotion. "Ema, I apologize if my words sound harsh, but I am deeply committed to Abigail," I say, my voice filled with sincerity. "Despite her insecurities and the claim of being Tuberose, I cannot betray her trust. You hold a special place in my heart, and I respect you greatly. But Abby is my life partner, and I would never even entertain the thought of hurting her. We may be facing conflicts, but I am fully dedicated to working through them and restoring the strength of our relationship." Ema looks visibly uncomfortable, her eyes reflecting a mix of understanding and disappointment. I reach out and gently pat her cheek, a gesture meant to convey reassurance. "I know it might be hard for your hear