บททั้งหมดของ Loathed Wife of the Wicked Billionaire: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

I sat on the porch, gently rocking back and forth in the old, creaky wooden chair. The soft breeze brushed against my face, and the distant chirping of birds provided a peaceful harmony. But my mind was far from serene. I was alone with the twins, my husband having gone to visit our eldest son. He was entangled in the whims of a child, a son who wanted nothing more than new toys. Meanwhile, Mother Tanna resided within the protective walls of our home.My thoughts couldn't help but drift to the peculiar occurrences that had taken place in the past few days. The nurse, who had been coming in and out of our room frequently, had left me on edge. I noticed an unease settle within me every time she passed through the threshold, an unsettling feeling that something was amiss.What troubled me most was the nurse's refusal to reveal her face. She would always keep her face hidden, as if shielding herself from my gaze. Her every interaction seemed shrouded in secrecy, and her avoidance of eye c

••Theron••I woke up to a stillness that hung heavy in the air, suffocating me. But it wasn't the physical emptiness of the room that weighed me down; it was the crushing reality of my loss that wrapped around my heart like a vice. Athara, my beloved wife, was gone. The tragedy that had befallen us felt like a cruel joke, a nightmare I couldn't bear to accept.I rubbed my eyes, hoping to rid myself of the haunting images that plagued my mind. The fire, the inferno that consumed the hospital, had stolen away everything I held dear. I couldn't accept it. This had to be a terrible dream. I longed to jolt awake and find Athara lying peacefully beside me, her gentle breaths soothing my soul.I looked on the other side of the bed and all I saw was her image. She was always sleeping peacefully until morning beside me but now she was not with me anymore and all I have in me was her memories and image of her I kept on painting in my head."Love, Athara, I wish I could see you and hug you anytim

The holiday season was approaching, and the air crackled with anticipation and excitement. My heart yearned to bring a glimmer of joy to my twin sons, the youthful energy that had once filled our home with laughter and play. It was with this intention that I stepped into the bustling mall, hoping to find the perfect gifts that would ignite their imaginations and bring a smile to their faces.Everyone was looking at me. I might be familiar to them or some of them know who I am."Is that him? Theron Duffins?""Yes. He's really successful but his wife died because of a fire accident in South Carolina.""Well, I am willing to be a mom of his kids, if he permits!" I sighed and pretended I didn't hear them. As I strolled past the colorful displays and shelves filled with toys of all sizes, my heart was heavy with the memories that accompanied this territory. I always imagined being with her in every moment like this, selecting toys for our boys and walking around while we talked about lif

Loneliness has wrapped its cold arms around me, encasing me in a shroud of desolation. No longer do the comforting smiles of friends and family warm my heart; their belief in my sanity seems to have eroded like the sands beneath a crashing wave. I find myself lost in a sea of doubt, desperately clutching at the fragile tendrils of hope that refuse to leave me.It was in the bustling halls of the mall that I first laid eyes upon her. Amidst the throng of strangers, my heart recognized her, my beloved Athara. Her radiant smile and flowing auburn locks cascading over her shoulders remained vivid in my memory, etched there from the countless nights spent together. How could I have imagined her as anything but?But the world around me disputes my version of reality. They say she is gone, her soul severed from this earthly realm and thrust into a realm beyond our reach. They claim to have buried her, whispering hushed condolences and offering sympathetic glances. Yet, my heart fights agains

The dimly lit atmosphere of the bar was only highlighted by the flickering neon lights that adorned the walls and the faint tunes of jazz that drifted through the air. Here, in the depths of my solitude, I found solace among the solitary souls who sought refuge in the enticing embrace of liquor. My whiskey glass sat idly in front of me, its contents swaying gently with each tremor of my hand.As I raised my weary gaze, my eyes fell upon her – Eliana. She was a vision of grace, her eyes gleaming with a depth that seemed to hold centuries of untold stories. Time stood still as I observed her from across the crowded bar, captivating my gaze and drawing me closer with an irresistible force.With each passing moment, the resemblance grew stronger, and my heart pounded in my chest, almost deafeningly. The beautiful stranger had become an enigma, a haunting reflection of my past. Athara, my wife, who had left my life so abruptly, seemed to resurrect herself within the curves and contours of