LEO"I'm talking to you Leo! Stop ignoring me!." Sarah's voice was headache-enhancing. She could shout at any length, and I wondered how it would have been if she had ended up becoming my wife."What do you want me to do about it, Clara? It's none of my business!.""I'm the mother of your child Leo. And I think I deserve the little favors!." She fired."A little favor? You call this a little favor?""I don't care what you take it as, just give me what I asked for." She shook her head and waved her hands across my faceI was not in the mood for Clara's trouble and my patience was quickly running out. "Clara, if you need anything for the baby, I will help you, but if you're asking for money for yourself, I can't do that." "You're so selfish," she spat, her voice full of bitterness. "If it were Sarah asking you for favors, you would grant them all," she accused, her voice dripping with resentment. "But when it's me, you act like it's a burden." "Clara, you'
SARAHBefore the priest, I stood. Before the priest, he stood. Before the priest we both stood, facing each other as we listened to him. No friends, and no one to cheer us on.It wasn't the type of wedding I always dreamed about, but it was better than marrying Anthonio, and I was going to be with the man that I loved."Do you, Sarah, take this man, Leo, to be your lawful, wedded husband, to live together in the holy state of matrimony?." The priest asked, his eyes glued to the note in his hands. "Do you promise to love, honor, and cherish him, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, until death do you part?" I took a deep breath and nodded."Yes, I do."The priest turned to Leo and spoke in a solemn voice, "And do you, Juan, take this woman, Sarah, to be your lawful, wedded wife, to live together in the holy state of matrimony? Do you promise to love, honor, and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or fo
LEO"Isabelle?" '`Who is Isabelle?", Sarah asked, fixing her gaze at the policeman. I could see the tears stacked up in her eyes."We haven't known her full identity, and we can't say for now. But I can assure you, Ma'am, we'll make sure to get her.' The policeman replied.Sarah slumped backward on the chair, and the tears which she had been holding all the while came down freely on their own. "Please, do keep in touch with us. We'll be expecting to hear from you." I said to the officer and we shook hands.Sarah had just resumed work for the first time after some months off from work, and just at the same time, she had to face another heartbreaking news.I escorted her to her office and her eyes got stuck to Clara's picture displaying on her phone. She stared at it for a while and burst into another round of weeping."Raya was all I had. She was the only sister that I never had." She tried to speak up but her cries were unending. I held her from behind, an
SARAH"Isabelle?" "Did you say, Isabelle?" Lilian thought for a moment, probably trying to figure out something."The police are on the case, and hopefully, very soon, they'll find her.On my bed was a bundle of clothes and shoes Lilian got for me. If anyone saw them, they'd think I was going to open a boutique. "This dress is a little…." Before I could complete my statement, Lilian hushed me, crossing her index finger over her mouth."Can you hear that.?" She asked, looking at the door. I could hear nothing but she was sure she heard something. She rushed out and I followed behind. She stopped at the end of the stairs and looked in the kitchen's direction. I took a few steps down, slowly so as not to make a noise, and halted too."Raya told me everything. It was all my fault for not being there when Sarah needed me the most. But now I am back, and I want my woman back too"I heard Julian say.How could he know about it and keep it away from me? And Raya, she
SARAHThe meeting room was sleek and modern, filled with an air of anticipation. The Investors for the highly regarded "World Changers' project were seated around a polished oak table. Their restlessness was palpable, evident from the tapping of fingers and occasional signs of impatience.Leo sat nervously on his chair, fidgeting with the corner of his notebook. He glanced at his watch, then at the empty seat beside him. I sat beside him, trying to hide my own growing anxiety.A middle-aged man with a strict demeanor, Mr. Pete, who was one of the investors for the project, leaned forward and glared at his watch."Where is Clara? This meeting was supposed to start twenty minutes ago." He spoke under his breath. Leo made uncomfortable shifts as the tension in the room increased. He cleared his throat, attempting to break the silence."Mr. Pete," his voice trembled slightly, "I apologize for the delay. Clara will be here any moment, I promise. Can we please give
SARAH"Come on, Sarah!"Emma swiftly plopped herself down on the couch, shaking her legs like a child fueled with an incredulous secret waiting to be shared. She beamed at me, unable to contain her excitement for a moment longer."You won't believe it! Mom said I could come visit you for the whole weekend! Just me, without anybody else!" Emma's words bounced around the room.Emma looked around the house, admiring and touching everything that her hands could lay on. She touched a flower vase by the side, and there it went, crashing on the floor."Oops!" Emma gasped, her eyes wide with surprise, as she stared at the shattered pieces of the flower vase lying on the floor."Why would my mother say that? I'm a married woman, for goodness sake!!" I yelled.Emma's eyes widened, and she staggered slightly, the words crashing into her like a tidal wave."M-married?" Emma stammered, a mix of surprise and confusion etching across her face. "Wow, Sarah, congratulations! I
SARAHI busily bustled around the kitchen, trying to balance multiple tasks—cooking and washing the dishes. The delicious aroma of a home-cooked meal filled the air, and my passion for cooking was evident in the way I was bent on finishing the cooking, even though I was tired. As the clinking and clanking of utensils and dishes echoed through the kitchen, my mind was focused solely on preparing the perfect dinner for my new-found crazy family.After what felt like hours of cooking, I finally managed to complete one of my signature dishes: a creamy pasta with succulent pieces of grilled chicken. I made my way towards the dining area, holding a tray full of steaming plates of food.As I entered the dining room, my eyes widened in surprise. There was my cousin Emma, sitting at the far end of the dining table, with Clara's adorable baby boy cradled in her arms. The two of them were gleefully engaged in a playful game of peek-a-boo, and my heart skipped a beat."Emm
LEOI stood in front of the imposing police station building, my heart pounding with anticipation. The last few months have been a whirlwind of emotions for my wife, ever since the tragic death of her friend, Raya.Taking a deep breath, I hesitantly approached the officer stationed at the front desk. The officer, a burly man with a stern expression, looked up from his paperwork as I tentatively spoke up."Excuse me, officer," I said, my voice quivering slightly. "I was wondering if I could speak to Officer Nathan. Is he available?"The officer's gaze shifted to me, his eyes narrowing for a moment as he sized up the young me standing before him."Officer Nathan, huh?" He grumbled, clearly unimpressed. "Yeah, he's in his office. Take a left here and go straight down the hallway. It's the last door on the right."I nodded gratefully, my anxiety ebbing slightly at the officer's response. I followed the directions, making my way through the buzzing station. The