LOGIN"Besides, you can't get married without knowing your husband's family, can you?" Rosa asked, giving Lena an encouraging smile."You're going to be his wife, darling. You deserve to know the important things about his life. Just remember that love also means giving someone the time and space they need to open up.""Exactly," Ricardo agreed.He leaned back slightly, a thoughtful expression settling over his face."However, that boy can be quite surprising. You never really know what he's thinking until he decides to tell you."Lena laughed softly."You're not making me feel any better, Dad."Ricardo chuckled."I'm simply saying that we should hope for the best. I'm sure you'll figure things out together."Lena smiled, feeling a little more reassured."I hope so, too."Just then, a knock sounded at her bedroom door.Lena glanced toward it before looking back at her parents."Oh, someone's at the door.""Go ahead, sweetheart," Rosa said. "We'll talk again later.""Okay, Mom. Dad, I'll spe
"Thank you for being such a wonderful dad, Mr. Ricardo," she teased. Ricardo turned his attention back to the screen, his expression softening. "Well, I'm just doing my best, little princess." He gave her a little wink. "Little?" Lena made a face and her laughed.. Lena joined them. "I am an engaged woman!" Eventually, the laughter faded, leaving behind a comfortable silence. Lena glanced down at her engagement ring, gently twisting it around her finger. Her smile lingered for a moment before another thought crept into her mind. There was something she had been wondering about for quite some time. Something she had hesitated to ask..Gradually, her expression changed and Rosa noticed immediately. "Okay, sweetheart. What's wrong?" Lena looked up quickly. "Nothing's wrong, Mom." Ricardo studied her face through the screen. "That expression says otherwise. Come on, princess. You know you can tell me anything.". Lena hesitated. She didn't want to spoil the h
"I'm serious, darling! Apparently, people were already placing orders while the show was still going on." Lena stared at her mother in disbelief. "Are you telling me people watched me walk down that runway and immediately decided they wanted to wear the same outfit?" "Well, darling, you carried it beautifully," Rosa replied as though the answer were obvious. "You looked so stunning that I'm not surprised people wanted to get their hands on the same design." "Your mother is right, Marie," Ricardo added proudly. "You looked absolutely gorgeous. You should be proud of yourself." Lena pressed her lips together, trying to contain the overwhelming emotions building inside her. "You two are so sweet. I miss you both so much." "We miss you too, baby," Rosa replied softly. "More than you know." For a moment, Lena simply stared at their faces on the screen, wishing she could reach through it and hug them both. Then, as though remembering something important, she suddenly sat u
"I agree my love, our daughter is very thoughtful." Ricardo added. Lena smiled. "Of course I am. I'm your daughter. I have the best parents in the world. I'm so loved, more than I could ever deserve!" "Don't ever say that again, sweetheart," Ricardo corrected gently. "You are loved, and you deserve every bit of it. Never doubt that, Marie." Lena's lips trembled as her father's words washed over her. Even through the screen, she could feel the warmth of his love, and it made her heart ache with happiness. "I'm just so happy," she whispered, blinking back tears. "I'm happy that I have you both as my family, and now I'm going to start a new family with the man I love." Her smile widened as another thought struck her. "And guess what? I'm going to have a baby someday, too! My test results were all good!" "Tests?" Ricardo asked. Lena nodded. "We took fertility tests." "Why?" Ricardo asked. "Oh honey stop asking such questions, it's important and necessary for young people pl
Lena had barely settled into her private dressing room when the aftermath of the unforgettable fashion show finally began to catch up with her. Her poor feet started aching from hours of walking in heels, her cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and her engagement ring seemed to have developed a personality of its own because she simply couldn't stop staring at it. Every few seconds, she would lift her left hand, admire the sparkling diamond, and smile to herself like a woman who had just won the lottery. Except, in her case, she had won something far more precious than money. She was still trying to wrap her head around that beautiful reality when her tablet lit up with an incoming video call. DAD. The moment she saw the name on the screen, her eyes immediately filled with tears. She hadn't realized just how badly she needed to see her parents until that very moment. Quickly wiping beneath her eyes, she picked up the tablet and swiped to answer. Her parents' faces appeared on t
She hurried to the sink, turned on the tap, and splashed some water on her face. She would rather swallow a rock than allow anyone to discover that Silver Adams's proposal had wounded her pride. Because that was all it was. A wound to her pride. She wasn't in love with him, just simply thought he was handsome, rich, and talented. Maybe ridiculously attractive. And sexy. And— "STOP IT! STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM!" she snapped at her reflection. Her voice echoed through the restroom,the sobbing voice ceased that instant. Ella slowly looked toward the closed stall. *Oh, wonderful.Now I am yelling at myself in a public restroom. I am officially losing my mind.* Inside the stall,super model Olivia had immediately noticed that someone else was in the restroom so she went went completely silent. For several seconds, no sound was heard. Then, apparently deciding that hiding in a toilet stall for the rest of her life wasn't a viable career option, Olivia took a deep breat
You will never truly understand heartbreak until it comes from the same man who once adored you—who protected you, who loved you without hesitation. “What’s the number?” My husband’s voice came from the doorway. I flinched and looked up. That’s how sad my life had become—the usual routine of ste
The message I sent to my husband Mitch was left unanswered. Just like the ones I sent days ago… weeks ago. He had stopped replying to my texts. I scrolled through the one-sided conversation, my heart tightening at how pathetic it looked. Suddenly, a message popped up. Hoping it was his reply, I
MITCH'S POV I was staring at the TV replaying highlights of the match we’d lost 3-1 with bottles on the table in front of me. I cracked open another one, trying to flush down the frustration inside my chest. My childhood friend Jake walked in from the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, and rai
I forced myself up and walked back into the bedroom Mitch and I had shared for three years of our marriage. I hadn’t slept in that bed for over two years now. Not since I left it. Every morning, he used to wake me up to complain about my snoring. I apologized. Then… I started staying awake







