Michael's pov -The early morning air is crisp and cool as I walk past the office guard, his surprise evident in his eyes as they widen upon seeing me at such an ungodly hour. "What are you doing at the office at this time, Sir? It's 7 am only," he stammers, clearly taken aback by my unexpected appearance.I give him a curt nod, my face a mask of determination. The truth is, I can't bear another moment in that suffocating house, the walls echoing with doubts and questions that gnaw at my mind. I need answers – about that day, about Abby, about the secrets that seem to have woven themselves into the fabric of our marriage.I need to confront the man I suspect of being involved with my wife, the man who might have shattered the trust that was once the foundation of our relationship. Abby is mine, and I can't stand the thought of someone else intruding upon what's rightfully mine. My heart clenches at the thought of her in another man's arms, her laughter echoing in a space that isn't mea

Michael's pov -I arrive at my farmhouse, driving recklessly as if trying to outrun the overwhelming reality. I understand deep down that I've lost everything—no glimmer of hope remains. The weight of this realization presses heavily on my chest, an unrelenting ache that threatens to consume me. There's a merciless storm within me, thrashing against the walls of my emotions.Every image from earlier cuts through me, a relentless assault on my senses. It's as if the world has taken on a malevolent hue, with every sight and sound a cruel reminder of the torment I'm enduring. The scene replays in my mind—their intimacy, their connection. He thrusts into her, and her moans pierce the air like a blade to my heart.His grip on her is possessive, fingers digging into her chest's flesh, while his face remains hidden in the crook of her neck. Her nails dig into his back, their shared pleasure a stark contrast to the pain that surges through me. "Aaaahhhhh..." The sound tears through me, and in

[The next day morning] Abigail's pov - The morning sun casts a gentle glow across the room, illuminating my thoughts as I sit on the edge of the bed, my heart heavy with confusion. Mick's behavior has been puzzling me for days. First, he abruptly left me alone on the balcony the night before last night, his distant eyes speaking a language I couldn't comprehend. And now, I find myself alone again, his side of the bed cold and untouched. That means he didn't come home yesterday or he left without a word, a note, or even a goodbye. As I gaze out of the window, my fingers idly trace patterns on the bed sheets. The city bustles below, each person absorbed in their own world, yet I feel strangely disconnected from it all. My laptop sits open on the table, my latest payment for my writing gleaming on the screen. It should be a moment of triumph, of realizing my dreams and inching closer to reality, but all I can think about is Mick. I check the time on my phone; it's nearly time for my m

William's pov -The sterile hospital air feels heavy as I wait outside, my heart pounding in rhythm with the ticking clock on the wall. Anxiety coils in my chest, constricting with each passing second. What could be the reason for Julie's sudden distress? My mind races through possibilities, but none of them seem to fit the puzzle that's unfolding behind closed doors.A doctor approaches, his smile both comforting and unsettling. "Mr. Stark, Julie is fine now. She had a scare, but the baby is safe. You can go in and see her."Safe? My mind stutters to a halt. Baby? I feel as though the ground has shifted beneath me, and I'm struggling to regain my balance. Pregnant? The word reverberates in my mind, clashing against the carefully constructed world I've built for myself. What will happen now? The dream to make Abigail mine can't drop this way.However, I can't kill this child. It shattered me when I came to know that my parents didn't expect me with happiness. My Mom's late realization

Abigail's pov -Is it the time when I should have a home for me? I think I can afford it now. I checked my bank account and it has 10 million USD. Perfect. I searched for a buyer agent online and luckily found one from our catering business client. I called directly."Hello, it's 'Your Home'. How may I help you?" A young lady's voice gives me a smile."I need a home." I am so excited."Please let us know about your wishes." She is so gentle with words."My own home by the seaside, a cafe where all will come for refreshment and carefree, tension-free life. Cozy for sure." I am in my dreamland."Give a few minutes, Ma'am. We have a few homes on our lists." I am waiting for her to reply now. "Ma'am, is this okay if we go to California? There we can find a few houses as per your description. Yeah, there is one in Miami Beach, Florida." I think for a while."Well, then California. I want to get home as soon as possible. My budget is between 8 Million. I don't need a huge home but for my own