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Her Words, His World

Penulis: Ms. Chiamaka
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Hannah sat at her desk tapping her pain against the top, the soft glow of the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the room. She leaned over her laptop, and her fingers flew over the keys as she poured her heart into the story. It felt good to write again, to let the words flow, each keystroke almost like a small release, a reminder of who she used to be.

The story had started as a simple exercise, a way to process her tangled emotions after the event. But as the days passed, it had grown into something more—a deeply personal narrative that was loosely based on her journey with Ethan, their whirlwind romance, the unexpected challenges of parenting, and the quiet fears they never spoke aloud.

She leaned back, stretching her aching shoulders, and her eyes drifted to the stack of handwritten notes on the corner of her desk. These pages filled with late-night thoughts, sections of her dialogue and fragments of memory she’d been too afraid to confront until now.

But suddenly a soft cr
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    The clatter of pots and the sizzle of garlic filled the kitchen, but the warm, comforting aroma of Hannah’s cooking did little to ease the tension that had taken root in the house. She stirred the pan, her mind racing with a hundred unspoken thoughts, each one tangled in a way she couldn’t quite unravel.It had been days since she first noticed the change in Ethan, the way his jaw seemed permanently clenched, his shoulders drawn tight, his gaze distant, like he was constantly fighting a battle in his mind.She tried to push the thoughts away, to focus on the present, on the sound of the triplets giggling in the living room, the soft hum of the fridge, the familiar clink of her wedding ring as she stirred the pot.She had decided to make his favorite—spaghetti carbonara, the dish he had once declared the best he’d ever tasted, the one that always brought a smile to his face, even on the hardest days.And so that morning, she set the table, carefully placing the polished silverware besi

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    The morning sun streamed through the windows and casted a soft glow across the polished floors. Ethan was in his home office, staring at the never-ending flow of emails on his laptop, his mind still reeling from his tense meeting with Julian the night before. Until now, he had tried to keep his business engagements a secret from Hannah, knowing that she might flip if she found out he was working again.He had barely slept last night, his thoughts were a chaotic swirl of jealousy, fear, and resentment. He had thought he could control every aspect of his life, that his past was neatly locked away, buried beneath layers of wealth and power, but now things were starting to fall out of control again.Julian’s smug words had cracked something inside him, exposing old wounds he had worked so hard to forget.Right at that moment, a soft knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts, and he glanced up to see the butler standing in the doorway, with a small, neatly wrapped package in his glove

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    Hannah stared at the blinking cursor on her laptop screen for what felt like an eternity. She’d been trying to write again, but she was just stuck. The words should’ve been flowing by now, she knew that. It didn’t use to be this hard. She used to fill pages without a second thought, scripts usually poured from her fingertips, every scene clear in her mind. But now, the blank page felt like a wall she couldn’t climb.She glanced over her shoulder at the baby monitor, partly hoping for a distraction. Anything to get her mind off the fear that was rising. The fear that she’d lost her creative touch. But then guilt crept in.How could she spend time writing when there were bottles to wash, laundry to fold, and three little lives depending on her?She knew it wasn’t normal to feel this way. Just because she had these kids to cater for, didn’t mean she couldn’t pursue her own life. But still, the guilt was so overwhelming, she finally closed the laptop with a sigh, and leaned back into the

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