Richard and Khana arrived at the grand baby shower, the air buzzing with excitement and the atmosphere steeped in the vibrant colors of Mobile Legends heroes. The venue was adorned with banners, posters, and life-sized cutouts of the game’s characters. The theme had been meticulously chosen, reflecting the couple’s desire for a unique and memorable celebration.
Khana, dressed as Carmilla, exuded an ethereal charm in her flowing red gown, her dark hair cascading in soft waves of night. Richard, standing tall beside her, looked every bit like Cecelion, his dark suit and dark black hair, giving him an air of mysterious elegance of a vampire. Though Khana had never played the game, she had spent hours browsing the internet, carefully selecting their costumes to ensure they made a striking pair.
As they mingled with the guests, Khana couldn’t help but notice the enthusiasm with which everyone had embraced the theme. Single ladies flaunted their Angela costumes, the delicate doll figure with pastel colors gave them a cute appearance. The men, on the other hand, opted for the rugged charm of Alucard, their outfits reflecting the character’s charming guy.
The party kicked off with a series of games designed to entertain and engage the guests. Charades had everyone laughing, and the participants’ exaggerated gestures and wild guesses filled the room with joy. 4Pics 1 Word was a hit, challenging the guests’ creativity and quick thinking. Word jumble, with its mix of easy and difficult puzzles, kept everyone on their toes.
As the afternoon progressed, the anticipation for the highlight of the event grew palpable. The moment everyone had been waiting for had arrived—the gender reveal. A large, ornate box stood at the center of the room, filled with colorful balloons. The expecting parents took their positions beside it, their hearts pounding with excitement.
The lady's voice rang out clearly, “We’ve prepared something special for this moment. Each balloon we pop will give you a hint about the baby’s gender. Are you ready?”
The guests cheered in response, their excitement infectious. The mother and Dad exchanged a smile before turning their attention to the box. With a swift motion, The lady popped the first balloon, and a burst of pink confetti filled the air. The room erupted in applause.
The second and third balloons followed suit, releasing more pink confetti. Then came the fourth balloon, which burst open to reveal a shower of blue. The guests gasped in surprise, the sudden shift in color adding an element of suspense. The fifth balloon was pink again, deepening the mystery.
The pregnant woman addressed the crowd, “Alright, everyone! Do you think it will be a boy or a girl? If you think it’s a girl, place your name cards on this side. If you think it’s a boy, place yours here.”
The guests hurriedly made their bets, the room buzzing with speculation and excitement. As the final countdown began, the anticipation reached its peak.
“Five... four... three... two... one!” The guests chanted in unison, their voices merging into a single roar.
The lady held a pin poised over the last balloon, her hands trembling slightly. “Those who guessed wrong will have to gift the baby a penny,” she announced with a playful smile. “And now...” She took a deep breath and stabbed the balloon.
A cloud of blue powder filled the air, and the room exploded in cheers.
“It’s a boy!” The expectant exclaimed, her voice barely audible over the joyous clamor. But before she could fully revel in the moment, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Her vision blurred, and she stumbled, her body going limp.
The room fell silent, the guests’ cheers turning into gasps of shock. The husband caught his wife before the lady hit the ground, his face a mask of concern. “Darling! Darling, stay with me!” he pleaded, his voice shaking.
Panic spread through the crowd as guests rushed to help. Someone called for an ambulance, and within minutes, paramedics arrived, taking over from the frantic partygoers. The fainted lady was quickly stabilized and transported to the nearest hospital, with the man never leaving her side.
At the hospital, the doctors conducted a series of tests to determine the expecting mother's condition. The husband paced the waiting room, his mind racing with worry. The image of his wife fainting haunted him, and he couldn’t shake the fear that something might be seriously wrong.
Finally, a doctor approached, his expression grave. “Mr. Xenoji, your wife is stable for now, but we’ve discovered that she has a condition that could complicate her pregnancy. We’ll need to monitor her closely to ensure both her and the baby’s safety.”
The husband and the guest accompanied by heart sank. The joy of the gender reveal had turned into a nightmare. Only the husband was invited to enter the room, while the guest was told to visit a few hours later.
As they waited for further updates, it looked like another couple would be rushed into the emergency room. Khana felt a sudden, sharp pain in her abdomen. She gasped, clutching her belly.
Richard’s eyes widened in alarm. “Khana, what’s wrong?”
Tears welled up in Khana’s eyes. “I... I think I’m having contractions. Richard, what if something happens to our baby?”
Richard held her close, trying to stay calm despite his fear. “It’s going to be okay, Khana. We’re in the best place possible right now. The doctors will take care of you and our baby.”
But Khana’s mind was racing with worst-case scenarios. She had seen the fear in the other couple’s eyes, the way the mother had been wheeled away with urgent whispers and frantic movements. What if she had to choose between her own life and their child’s? What if there was a life at stake, and only one could survive?
The thought was too much to bear. She clung to Richard, her body trembling with fear and pain. “I’m scared, Richard. I’m so scared.”
Richard stroked her hair, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. “We’ll get through this, Khana. No matter what happens, we’ll face it together.”
Hours passed in a blur of medical examinations and anxious waiting. The doctors administered medication to stabilize Khana’s condition and ease her contractions. They reassured the couple that while the situation was serious, they were doing everything possible to ensure a positive outcome.
Khana lay in the hospital bed, exhausted and overwhelmed. Richard sat beside her, holding her hand tightly. "Stay positive. She'll be okay," Richard kept reminding himself.
Henry was in the middle of a conversation with one of the nuns when a woman caught his eye. She wore a yellow sundress with white sandals, her long blonde hair cascading down her back, lips painted a bold red. Her presence was striking and familiar."Father...""Excuse me for a while, sister," says Henry.The nun nodded and left. Then, the priest walked in the lady's direction. He warmly greeted her, "What brings you here, Serina?"Henry looked around to ensure no one was around, still hesitant he asked, "How is she?""I heard she won the trial. I thought she'd be happy with Richard. I thought she'd live the best life with the man who loves her and can provide a wealthy life for her," Henry added, watching the clouds move.Serina took a breath before responding. "She's living with Kharl now. She divorced Richard.""I'm glad to hear she's out of danger now," says Henry, relieved after confirming the news."I bet she doesn't want to see me anymore. She'll always think being near me will
The courthouse was crowded, and the heavy weight of judgment and anticipation felt as if it would kill Khana. Whispers passed with the blade of knives in the air. The glances sent her way seeded contempt and hate. "Wretched wife," someone hissed from the back. "Shameless," whispered another. The words seemed to resound louder, filling the room: whore, traitor, unfit mother.Khana clenched her fists to help block out the hateful murmurs. Her gaze flickered over to Richard, who sat tall and composed on the other side of the courtroom. He looked every inch the wronged husband: calm, almost handsome. He was only making the public support him so much. Now Khana could really feel the weight of the room's collective disapproval bearing down on her, crushing what little resolve she had left.The banging of the gavel jolted her out of her reverie. The judge was an old woman who was strict and unyielding. "The court is in session," she said. "First up for today's docket will be the charge again
Khana sensed that something terrible was on the horizon, a storm brewing that would soon crash into her life. The court hearing for her divorce was approaching faster than she had anticipated, and with it, the overwhelming weight of judgment and loss. Anxiety gnawed at her, and each passing day felt like a countdown to disaster.Then, it came. A loud crash from downstairs snapped her out of her thoughts, sending her heart racing. Voices—angry, furious voices—echoed through the house. Her body went cold as she recognized the sound. Richard’s parents had arrived.As she descended the staircase, Khana’s legs felt like they were made of lead. She was nearly at the bottom when Richard's mother, Karylle, stormed toward her, grabbing her roughly by the arm and pulling her down the final steps. Khana gasped in shock, stumbling to the floor.Richard helped his wife stand up, it was never his intention to see Khana hurt. He was surprised as well, he never had seen how violent his mother would be
Richard paced the living room, and his fury was evident in every tense step he had taken.Meanwhile, Khana stood across the room, her pulse racing, her mind filled with dread. She had seen Richard angry before, but there was something different about this time—his anger felt more dangerous, more unhinged.She knew one aggravating move or thing she said, and everything could spiral out of control quickly.The room was suffocating in its silence, the weight of their unresolved conflict hanging heavy between them. Just when it seemed like Richard might explode, the doorbell rang, cutting through the tension like a blade.Khana's body jolted at the sound, as though she had been yanked back from the edge of a cliff. Moments later, a woman stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply on the marble floor."Richard, I hope I didn't come at the wrong time?"Richard’s lips curled into a smirk. "You just came at the right time, Chloe. Have you contacted the lawyer you recommend? I need to file adul
Khana wasted no time, she ran to the telephone, her fingers trembling while dialing Serina's number. Her heart beats crazy when she tells her friend about Richard's threat."You need to find a way to warn Henry. Richard left the house, saying he'd kill him."The line crackled for a moment, and then a familiar voice answered."Hello?""H-Henry?"Khana was surprised when a familiar voice reached her ears. She was puzzled. Why did the priest have Serina's cell phone?"Are you with Serina right now?" Khana asked."No. She left this phone to me and returned to the city with you.""Listen to me. Richard might be heading there, or he might hire people to harm you. Take care of yourself.""W-What's going on? Are you okay?" Henry asked after realizing the lady's voice was unsteady. Concern is evident in his voice. He could sense the urgency in Khana's tone as if she were teetering on the edge of something dangerous.Before Khana could reply, a loud bang of the door interrupted. She clutched th
Richard grabbed his wife by the wrist and dragged her to the car. He instructed his men to get the baby from Serina.Richard’s grip tightened as he dragged Khana towards the car, his face a mask of fury. The baby’s cries pierced the air, desperate and loud. But as Richard cradled Kharl in his arms, the baby stopped crying, his tiny face lighting up in a smile."Give Kharl to me. I'll feed him," says Khana in a bitter tone. She sat at a distance, leaving one space between them in the passenger seat."Planning to run away again? Did Serina tell you I found your whereabouts? Did you think you could escape?" Richard uttered with a fierce look."I'm not running away. I was about to return, but hell sent you there before I could leave," Khana shot back."You mean you're going home?" Richard's eyes softened slightly, misreading her words."Yes," Khana replied.Richard misunderstood it and thought his wife was finally coming back. He smiled, caressed Khana's hand, and uttered, "Please forgive
“I knew it!” says a man, an unwanted guest of the church. His eyes were like those who had killing intent.“R-Richard…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her lips trembling as she struggled to speak. Her hands tightened on the edge of the pew, knuckles white. Fear washed over her, paralyzing her in place.Khana felt her body go cold. That voice... It was unmistakable. Her worst fear had come to pass.“R-Richard...” she stammered once again, barely able to speak. Fear was written all over her face as the man she had tried to escape from stood before her.Richard strode toward them, his expression dark and menacing. “So this is where you’ve been hiding,” he spat, his voice low and venomous. His eyes flicked to Henry, then back to Khana, filled with fury and suspicion.His gaze is burning with anger, the kind of anger that could destroy everything in its path. His gaze locked onto her, and in that moment, she felt like prey caught in the sights of a predator.Khana felt her stomac
Khana stood at the threshold of the monastery, her decision weighing heavily on her heart. The cool morning air brushed against her skin as she made a silent vow to herself—she would go back to the house of the man who had slapped her, but not to reconcile. She would return to confront Richard and demand a divorce. She decided to go back to the house of the man who slapped her. She promised not to disturb the priest anymore, afraid of not getting hold of her heart, she chose to leave him alone. Her sole focus now is to divorce Richard and get custody of the child. The sound of soft voices pulled her from her thoughts. The sisters of the monastery were gathered around a long table, filled with plates of rice omelet, fresh lumpia, and crispy bacon. They smiled warmly at her as she approached.Khana was putting Kharl to sleep. So, she could move without bringing the baby with her.“Come, lady Khana. Join us before you leave,” says one of the sisters gathered around a long table full of
“Henry...” she whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling with uncertainty. "Wake up! Come on..." she added.Henry gasped with his eyes flew open. For a moment, neither of them moved, caught in a strange, intimate moment as their faces hovered inches apart. Khana’s breath caught in her throat, her heartbeat quickening as the space between them shrank.Then, the world seemed to slow down when he met her eyes. It was unexplainable awkwardness when they realized how close their faces were. A little uncareful move and their lips would touch each other.They were so close—too close. One careless movement and their lips would meet. Khana could feel the heat rising between them. The temptation was undeniable, yet the weight of her marriage and child held her back.Henry blinked, his expression shifting from confusion to recognition as if he had suddenly returned to himself. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he loosened his grip on Khana’s waist, the warmth of his hands fading as the moment sl