All Chapters of MASKED SECRETS : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

AVA'S POVAmelia and I have still been friends after so many years. We've been through a lot together, but nothing prepared me for the pain she went through while trying to conceive. She had gone through several fertility treatments, but nothing seemed to work. I watched as she tried to keep a brave face, but I knew deep down, it was tearing her apart.One day, after yet another unsuccessful fertility treatment, Amelia called me in tears. "I can't do this anymore, Ava," she cried. "I feel like a failure. I can't give my husband the one thing he wants, and I can't give myself the one thing I want. Why is it so easy for everyone else?" My heart broke for her as I listened to her pain. I didn't have any answers, but I knew I had to be there for her. "Amelia, you're not a failure," I said. "You're strong, and you're still trying, and that's what counts. It's not easy for everyone else. You just don't see their struggles because they don't talk about it." Days turned into weeks, and I co

Ava's pov Over the next few weeks, I found myself drawn to Amelia's house almost every day. The arrival of her beautiful baby girl, Luisa, had filled our lives with so much joy and wonder. As I entered their home, I could feel the warmth and love enveloping me.Amelia and her husband were navigating the challenging yet rewarding journey of parenthood, and I was there to lend a helping hand. I eagerly assisted with feedings and diaper changes, reveling in the adorable coos and gurgles that emanated from Luisa. Holding her tiny body in my arms was a sensation like no other, and I cherished those precious moments when her delicate fingers would wrap around mine. Her big, curious eyes would gaze up at me, as if seeking understanding of the world around her.One particular day, I arrived at Amelia's house to find her sitting on the couch, a thoughtful expression on her face. Curiosity sparked within me as I sat down beside her, waiting eagerly for her to share her thoughts."You know, Ava

It was a beautiful day when the announcement was made. My husband, Ethan, had decided to retire and hand over his company to our son, Arielle. As a billionaire, Ethan had built a successful enterprise, and I was proud that our son would be taking over. I myself had recently retired, handing over my eatery to our daughter, Ariella. It was time for us to relax and enjoy life.Arielle was thrilled when his father told him the news. He had always shown a keen interest in the business and had been studying economics and management in college. He had even interned at his father's company for a few summers. So, it was no surprise that he was the chosen one.The preparations for the announcement were made, and the day finally arrived. The family gathered in the conference room, along with the top executives of the company. Arielle looked dashing in his suit and tie, with a broad smile on his face. He was ready to take on the world.Ethan stood up and took the podium. "Ladies and gentlemen, I

Ava's povAs we sat in our cozy living room, admiring the family portraits on the walls, Ethan and I talked about how proud we were of our children's recent achievements. "I can't believe how successful they have become," I said, beaming with pride. "I know, it's amazing," Ethan replied, his eyes shining with happiness. After a while, Ethan's mood changed and he turned to me with a serious expression. "Ava, there's something I want to say to you," he said, taking my hands in his. "What is it, Ethan?" I asked, feeling a bit apprehensive. "I just want to thank you for everything you've done for me," Ethan said, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for standing by me all these years. I don't know where I'd be without you." I was taken aback by his words and felt my heart swell with love for this man who had been my partner for over five decades. "You don't have to thank me, Ethan. I love you, and I'll always be here for you," I said, squeezing his hands affectionately. Ethan'

It was early in the morning, around 5am, and the sun had not yet risen. I was peacefully sitting in my room, enjoying the quiet solitude when suddenly, my son Alex burst through the door, his face filled with worry."Mom, Ariella called me. She's sick and needs you to come over," he said urgently, his voice trembling.Startled by the urgency in his voice, I quickly jumped out of bed, my heart pounding with concern. I called out to my husband Ethan, hoping he would wake up and join me in this moment of crisis, but there was no response. I wondered where he could have gone so early in the morning.As I hastily got dressed, my mind raced with worry. What could have happened to Ariella? Why hadn't Ethan awakened to the sound of our son's distress? The knots in my stomach tightened, and in my anxious state, I completely forgot that it was my own birthday.Without wasting another moment, I rushed out of the house and made my way to Ariella's home. The streets were quiet and empty at this ea