Hi huns. We are back again for another journey and I look forward to sharing this new story with you.
I however would like to warn you before you proceed.
Characters in this book may display
dark, immoral, or emotionally complex
behaviors. This includes betrayal.
manipulation, power struggles,
violence, and intense romantic or
physical relationships. The presence of
these elements does not indicate that
I condone or promote such
actions in real life. They are included
as part of the fictional experience, to
explore the emotional and physical growth of the characters. If you are fine with them you may proceed.
That will be all for now, happy reading!
ISAAC“And here I thought you’d only return to the country for my funeral!” Nana rolled her eyes at me, her wrinkled hands folded neatly in her lap. Her sharp tongue hadn’t dulled with age.I looked at her lazily and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I’m just here for business, Nana. Don’t flatter yourself.”She scoffed, swatting lightly at my arm. “Business, my foot. I'm no psychic but even I know why you're really here.”“Why don't you flatter me and tell me why I'm here then?” I taunted and she laughed, her eyes filled with mischief,“For business of course.” “And yet I was thinking old age was eating away your intelligence.” “Are you calling your grandmother dull? You little brat!” She sneered and I smirked before her eyes turned serious.But I didn't want to hear what she had to say, knowing exactly what it would be. I stood and buttoned up my jacket before kissing her hand. “See you tomorrow, Nana.”I straightened my coat, smoothed my fingers over the lapel as if the motion
Hi huns. We are back again for another journey and I look forward to sharing this new story with you. I however would like to warn you before you proceed. Characters in this book may displaydark, immoral, or emotionally complexbehaviors. This includes betrayal.manipulation, power struggles,violence, and intense romantic orphysical relationships. The presence ofthese elements does not indicate thatI condone or promote suchactions in real life. They are includedas part of the fictional experience, toexplore the emotional and physical growth of the characters. If you are fine with them you may proceed. That will be all for now, happy reading!
ANAYA“I wasn't even asleep yet.” I sighed.Whenever she called or saw me, she would throw mean words at me. No matter what I did, my mother-in-law seemed to hate me more by the day. “Oh, you weren't?” She asked, the sarcasm rolling off her in waves, “Then why do you sound at peace? Haven't you seen the news?” “What news?” My heart skipped a beat.“Do you live under a rock!? Check your phone and be here first thing tomorrow morning!” She practically yelled in my ear and hung up. I stared at the phone, her words echoing in my head as I unlocked my screen, dreading what I might find.A hand flew to my mouth as the scene unfolded before me. In bold letters, was the headline that read:[ Business Tycoon Nash Whitmore seen kissing a mysterious woman. Is his marriage on the rocks?]My vision blurred as I scrolled through dozens of pictures where Nash was kissing Hellen and others where he was holding her and smiling like she was his entire world. Of course, someone took pictures of how l
AYANAI later went back home only to find Jessica waiting for me. All three years we've been married, I was the one who cooked for Nash.We had helpers, but I chose to do it. From ironing his clothes all the way to preparing him for work and all his meals. When I had no shows, I'd even take him lunch at work with those little sticky notes on it. But all that did nothing to soften his heart. “Welcome home. Madam.” Jessica said, and I smiled at her,“Thank you. Is Nash home?” I asked, realizing that when I left the restaurant, they were nowhere in sight.“Not yet, ma'am.” She responded, and I laughed.Of course, he wasn't home. “Alright then,” I responded, and was about to head upstairs when she stopped me,“What will you cook for dinner so we can do the preparations?” Dinner?Ha!“I won't cook dinner tonight,” I announced and walked to my room!Hours passed, and Nash still wasn't back home. My heart ached, and I felt like a stranger in my own home. Not wanting to dwell so much on it
ANAYA “To be honest, Anaya,” Daisy leaned forward, her eyes shining with pride as she raised a cup of water as if toasting to me, “I’m proud of you. Finally! You’re actually thinking of divorce. About time you stopped letting that man walk all over you.”I forced a smile and clicked my glass against hers, even though inside, I was breaking into pieces.“Why do you look like you’ve lost instead of won?” she frowned, studying my face as her playful tone softened. “Talk to me. What happened, Ana? Why are you really divorcing?”I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My throat burned, tears threatening again. And then… fate decided to be cruel.The bell above the door chimed, and I watched Nash looking dashing in his dark suit, walk in with his hand protectively resting on the small of Hellen’s back. She looked like she belonged there, her son skipping at her side, while Nash held the door open for them like a perfect gentleman. All the years we've been together, Nash had never once
ANAYAScreams and giggles woke me up earlier than usual. For a second, I thought I had left the TV on until the events from yesterday came crashing down on me like a nightmare.I groaned, rubbed my temples, and dragged myself out of bed. My body was still heavy from the sleepless night, and my chest was aching from the decision I had made. I brushed my teeth, tied my hair up, and walked downstairs only to stop dead in my tracks.My living room looked like a war zone.My favorite pillows were scattered, feathers floating like snowflakes in the air. Juice was spilled across the cream-white couch, dripping onto the rug. And at the center of the chaos was Adam, Hellen’s son, laughing as he ran in circles around Jessica, our housekeeper.“Adam, please! Be careful, you’ll knock over something!” Jessica begged, chasing after him, but he dodged her like it was a game.My heart dropped as his little hands reached for the porcelain vase on the side table. It was the only gift I ever got from N