All Chapters of Nina; The real me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The mention of Olivia hit me like a physical punch. The lady who had tormented me, who had been the cause of so much pain and confusion. “Olivia?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “You mean Olivia who’s been making my life miserable?”“Yes,” she said, her voice breaking. “I didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t know she would turn out like this. I thought I was doing the right thing.”I felt a surge of anger and betrayal. “So you have been aware all this time? How could you not know she would turn out like this? How could you let this happen?”“I’m so sorry, Nina,” she sobbed. “I never wanted this. I never wanted any of this. But now that we know the truth, we can make things right. We can bring our family back together.”“Really? Bring our family back together?” I echoed, in pain. “How am I supposed to do that after everything that’s happened? Do you know the level of pain she has caused me?”“I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice filled with desperation. “But we have to try. W

Olivia’s decision to end things with Henry had weighed heavily on her mind. She knew it was the right thing to do, not just for herself, but for the fragile relationship she was trying to build with me. As she walked up to Henry's front door, her heart beat heavily in her chest. She had no idea how he would react, but she knew she had to be strong for the sake of me,Nina.She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. A few moments later, Henry opened the door, and his face lightened up when he saw her."Olivia, how are you? Come in," he said, stepping aside to let her in."Thanks, Henry," Olivia replied, her voice steady though her hands were trembling.They moved to the living room, and Henry gestured for her to sit on the couch. "So, what's up? You sounded serious on the phone."Olivia took another deep breath, trying to prepare herself for what she was about to say. "Henry, there's something we need to talk about."Henry’s smile faded, and a look of concern crossed his face. "What

After a few days off, I returned to work at the café. It was like stepping back into another world after a tumultuous time. The recent revelations and family drama had left me drained, but I knew I had to move on regardless. As I stepped into the café, the familiar sounds and smells were a comforting reminder that some things in life would remain constant no matter how long they have been.My boss, Mr. Johnson, greeted me with a concerned look as I walked in. "Nina, can we talk in my office for a moment?"Office again? I thought within myself. I just arrived expecting to begin work but this man wouldn't let me. He noticed that I was silent for some time, then he asked me the question again.I nodded, trying not to be show that I wasn't comfortable. "Sure, Mr. Johnson."We walked into his office, and he closed the door behind us. I could feel his eyes on me, trying to gauge my emotional state. I sat down, and he took a seat across from me, leaning forward with a serious expression."Ni

When the kids were finally asleep and the house quieted down for the night, I felt a pull toward the servants' quarters, where Maria stayed. She was so happy to see me back. She had always been more than just a housekeeper to me; she was a confidante, a friend, and a surrogate mother figure in many ways I could describe.As I made my way through the dimly lit corridors, my mind was filled with thoughts and emotions. There was so much to share. I needed to talk to someone who could offer me guidance, and Maria had always been that person.When I reached her room, I knocked gently on the door. She opened it almost immediately, her face lighting up with a warm smile. "Oh my goodness! Who am I seeing? Nina! Come in, come in."Seeing her after these few months made me so emotional. I opened my hands to give her a warm embrace. The only word that I was able to say at that point was “Maria”I stepped inside, and she closed the door behind me. The room was warm and familiar, filled with the c

The next day dawned bright and clear, my husband and I had already made some plans for the day before a deceptive storm hit our lives. Henry and I were in our bedroom, enjoying a rare quiet moment together. The kids were in their room, and we were catching up on the little things we often missed in the hustle and bustle of daily life.As we chatted, Henry’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. He glanced at the caller ID, and I saw a flicker of surprise, concern, maybe even fear that crossed his face. "I think I need to take this," he said, his voice tight. Without another word, he walked out of the room with his phone in hand. I watched him leave without looking back. This was unusual for him, a knot of anxiety forming in my stomach. His reaction was strange, and it left me feeling uneasy. Who could be calling him that would cause such a reaction?I tried to push the thoughts aside, focusing on tidying up the room before he returned. But I couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling that somethi