บททั้งหมดของ My Primroses, The Billionaire's Twins : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Alex woke up before dawn, the first light of day just beginning to creep through the curtains. His mind was made up. There was no more room for hesitation or second-guessing. Today was the day he would finally put an end to the nightmare his marriage had become.He moved through the house quietly, showering and dressing with robotic precision. Each action felt like a small step toward reclaiming his life, a life that had spiraled out of control since the day he and Emily had said their vows. But those vows were nothing more than empty promises now, shattered by the endless arguments, the cold silences, and the growing resentment that hung between them like a thick fog.As he stood in front of the mirror, tying his tie with trembling hands, Alex caught a glimpse of himself. He hardly recognized the man staring back. He looked tired, worn down by the weight of a marriage that had long since turned toxic. But beneath the exhaustion, there was a flicker of resolve, a spark that reminded h

Alex has not been in the office for over three consecutive days and he wasn't coming home anymore….Emily sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes red and swollen from hours of crying. The events of the past few days played on a loop in her mind, a relentless stream of anger, regret, and sorrow. The divorce, the courtroom battle over the company, the way things had spiraled out of control—she felt like she was drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to catch her breath.She reached for her phone, scrolling through her contacts with trembling fingers. There was only one person she wanted to talk to right now, someone who would understand, who wouldn’t judge her for feeling this way. Omari.Omari had been Alex’s business associate, but over time, he had become more of a friend to Emily than to her ex-husband. They had been in touch most of the time even after she met to end all ties and forget the mistake they made..He had always been there, offering a listening ear and a shoulder to lean o

Jack and Mariam had spent a lovely evening together, enjoying a delicious dinner at a cozy little restaurant. The ambiance had been perfect—soft lighting, warm colors, and the gentle hum of conversations around them just like Mariam had liked it.. She chose the restaurant herself though.Jack had been completely engrossed in Mariam's company, savoring every moment with her. He’d been seeing her for a few months now, and though things were going well, there was still one aspect of their relationship that hadn’t progressed, their physical intimacy.After dinner, Jack invited Mariam back to his place. It had become something of a routine for them—dinner, a movie, and then maybe a quick night drive around the city. Mariam accepted the invitation with a smile, and they drove back to his place in comfortable silence, holding hands while he drove home.When they arrived, Jack opened the door for Mariam, and they walked into the warmth of his home. As he shut the door behind them, he turned t

Dazzle and Kimberly have not been living in peace or talking to each other. It's like they’re living as cat and rat, constantly at each other’s throats.Dazzle stood in the doorway of the living room, his arms crossed and a scowl etched on his face. Kimberly was on the couch, flipping through a magazine, but she wasn’t really reading it. She could feel his eyes on her, the tension between them palpable."Are you being honest and sincere with me and yourself?" Dazzle asked, his voice low but laced with frustration.Kimberly didn’t look up from the magazine. "What’s that supposed to mean, Dazzle?" she replied, her tone cool and detached.Dazzle uncrossed his arms and took a few steps closer, trying to keep his temper in check. "You know exactly what it means, Kimberly. I’ve been thinking about everything and I can’t shake the feeling that I was... trapped."At that, Kimberly finally looked up, her eyes narrowing. "Trapped? Seriously, Dazzle? You think I trapped you into this marriage?"

Leah sat on the coach, scrolling through her phone as the afternoon sun poured through the window. The house was quiet with just the TV sounds of soft music, with Richie out having meetings here and there,working with clients. She found herself in a rare moment of solitude. She sipped on her coffee absentmindedly, her mind drifting until it landed on Mariam.It had been weeks since she last spoke to her, and she suddenly realized how much she missed her friend. She remembered the last time they were together—when she introduced Richie to Mariam, Mrs. Adams and Grandmother. They had laughed, shared stories, and for a brief moment, everything had felt perfect. The evening had gone well, with good food, but now, as she thought back, she realized she hadn’t heard much from Mariam since then. Leah felt a twinge of guilt for not checking in with Mariam sooner. Life had been so hectic lately, with work and trying to juggle the responsibilities of marriage.She quickly tapped Mariam’s number