All Chapters of Tuberose: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Michael's POV - I step into the living area, my heart heavy with a pain I never anticipated. How did we come to this point? A divorce, a word that once seemed so distant and improbable, is now our reality. If this is the path we must take, then so be it. The lawyer, a paragon of professionalism, awaits me. Time is of the essence, and without delay, he dives into the intricate details of the legal proceedings that lie ahead. His voice is crisp, each word a reminder of the gravity of the situation. "Mr. Pattinson, we must address the matter of alimony," he begins a quick flicker of his eyes over his notes. "You've cited infidelity as the basis for the divorce." I nod solemnly, the word "infidelity" leaving a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. It's a word that carries the weight of betrayal, a word that embodies the irrevocable breach of trust that has shattered the foundation of our marriage. The lawyer's raised eyebrows echo his disbelief. "Abigail Ma'am cheated on you?" His astonishme

Abigail's POV - "What else to do, Dad?" I implore, tears welling up in my eyes. "I don't understand why he's saying he didn't do anything to make me pregnant when he did, I swear it. And accusing me of being with William for money? I have more than enough of my own. I've always worked for myself, even as Mrs. Pattinson. Yet, if he believes I would sell my integrity and claim it in front of the world, then I'm sorry, but I have to leave this man, even if I have to prove myself right." My voice quivers with a mixture of anger, frustration, and hurt. A sharp pain shoots through my abdomen, causing me to gasp and clutch my belly. The stress of this situation is taking a toll on me, and I can feel the strain in every fiber of my being. "Oh please, stop acting like a saint," he retorts, his voice dripping with disdain. "At least not in front of me. I'll give you one more chance to confess and seek forgiveness. Believe me, I'll give my name to this child." His words pierce through the tens

Abigail's POV - I wake up in a room that exudes luxury from every corner. The opulence of the surroundings momentarily overshadows the pain coursing through my body. It's a struggle to sit up, the ache in my abdomen intensifying. Confusion clouds my mind as I take in my unfamiliar surroundings. Three nurses bustle around me, their faces masked in professional stoicism. I try to speak, my voice trembling, and ask, "Where am I?" But they avoid my questions, their eyes fixated on their tasks as they check my vitals and adjust machines I can't fully comprehend. Desperation fuels my next question, "How's the baby?" I need to know, need reassurance that despite everything that's happened, our child is safe. But the nurses remained silent, their hushed whispers and exchanged glances revealing more than their words ever could. Finally, after my relentless insistence, one of them breaks the deafening silence. Her voice is barely above a whisper, carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken co

***mature content*** William's POV - I'm on the road, heading toward Ema's place. Ema and I have come a long way, closer than I ever expected. Our relationship has evolved beyond just being casual lovers; we've become friends. It all started when Jullie revealed her pregnancy, and Ema's reaction was a defining moment for us. She didn't judge or criticize me for my choices; instead, she stood by me and supported my decision. Her unwavering loyalty is something I'll forever appreciate. Today, when I found Abigail, I was thrilled with worry and guilt. But her words somehow provided a soothing balm to my racing heart. They gave me the strength to stand up and follow through with what I've always wanted to do. And now, I want more than just phone calls and text messages. I want to spend real, tangible time with her. Let me be clear; it's not love. I don't fall in love. That's just not how I'm wired. It's more about those moments of vulnerability that we all experience from time to time.

Abigail's pov - My phone rings, breaking the stillness of my day. I glance at the screen, and my heart leaps with joy. It's Chloe calling. I quickly answer, needing the connection to my old life, to the friend who understands me like no one else. "Chloe!" I exclaim, my voice filled with warmth and longing. "How are you?" "Abby!" Chloe's voice on the other end is equally filled with emotion. "Oh, I've missed you so much! It feels like it's been ages since we talked." Tears well up in my eyes as I confess, "I've missed you too, Chloe. More than you can imagine." We share a heartfelt conversation, catching up on each other's lives. Chloe asks about my health, and I assure her that I'm doing okay, even though it's been a challenging time. "And what about you?" I inquire. "How's everything with Jack?" Chloe's voice takes on a happy lilt as she replies, "Actually, Abby, we have some exciting news. Jack and I have decided to get married next week!" My heart soars with happiness for my