Chapter 1 : Break up or I die with your unborn child

"Are you alright? Have you considered the consequences of your request? I can't abandon her, especially not at this unforeseen moment," Mr. Richard stated with a mix of frustration and concern in his voice.

The caller's voice remained stern, "You have only 24 hours to finalize the divorce, or you risk losing me and the child we're expecting."

Desperation filled Richard's response, "Brindle, please, I can't go through with a divorce, especially tomorrow, on the day of our sixth anniversary. It would shatter her, I know my wife. Show some compassion, for goodness' sake."

The caller's voice softened, "Do you truly love me?

You know I love you with all my heart; I can't bear the thought of losing you, Brindle," Mr. Richard admitted earnestly.

Then comply with my request, considering I have a generous heart. I'll grant you a two-week window to set things right," the caller stated before abruptly ending the call. Richard was left in shock, murmuring to himself, "Just two weeks

In a fit of frustration, he hurled his phone toward his office door and slumped into his chair. Richard's office is a sanctuary of power and wealth. Located on the upper floor of a sleek, testament to his billionaire status, exudes opulence with dark wood paneling, leather furniture, and a commanding mahogany desk. It offers sweeping city views and is a space where deals of grandeur and significant decisions are made.

Sitting in his chair with his hands clasped, Richard contemplated Brindle's words. When he finally rose from his seat and exited his office, his assistant hurried after him. "Sir, you have a meeting with the board members today and some other ones in Golden Flash company," she informed him.

"Cancel all of them. I'm going on a trip," he replied decisively before stepping into the elevator.

On the last floor of the impressive skyscraper, Richard stepped out of the elevator and began his descent through his sprawling company. Thousands of dedicated workers moved with purpose, diligently contributing to the conglomerate he had built. Richard’s company was more than just a business; it was a global force, a powerhouse in various industries, and a source of livelihood for countless employees. It was a scene of organized industry, where the heartbeat of his global empire pulsed with energy.

As he walked, another one of his workers approached, keeping pace with him and presenting a stack of files. "Sir, you asked me to bring this to your office for your signature," the gentleman reminded him.

Richard nodded, acknowledging the files, and went outside where his sleek black Lamborghini waited. The car was flanked by two well-dressed guides who ensured a smooth exit. Richard got in, lowered the window, and told the gentleman who followed him, "Bring it back to my office in two weeks."With that, the car smoothly pulled away from the building

Richard's Lamborghini glided through Canada's streets, turning heads and grabbing attention. Pedestrians and drivers alike couldn't help but stare at the sleek, powerful car.

In about 30 minutes, they arrived at Richard's luxurious mansion. The main gate, covered in shiny gold, hinted at the extravagance within. The winding driveway led to a stunning three-story house that shone in pristine white, accompanied by charming annexes that added a touch of royal elegance.

At the back of the mansion, a beautiful sea-blue pool sparkled, reflecting the blue sky. The perfectly groomed gardens surrounding the property displayed a stunning variety of flowers and plants. The mansion's design perfectly combined classic elegance with modern luxury.

As the Lamborghini stopped, a guide quickly opened the door for Richard. He stepped out and walked towards the mansion, where the staff had gathered. They bowed respectfully as he approached.

A guide opened the main door, and the maids followed Richard inside. One of them helped him remove his jacket.

Inside the mansion, Richard entered a world of refined beauty and luxury. The grand foyer had marble floors, a sweeping staircase, and crystal chandeliers that filled the space with warm light.

The mansion's walls were decorated with intricate tapestries, each a masterpiece. The furniture was ornate, carved with precision, and upholstered in luxurious fabrics. Dark wood paneling added a touch of sophistication, while large windows allowed sunlight to fill the rooms.

Every detail was carefully chosen, from the beautiful artwork to the decorative vases and sculptures. The mansion was a work of art, blending classic style with modern comforts.

Richard went to the top floor, where his bedroom was a cozy retreat. As he entered, a pleasant fragrance filled the air, making him feel instantly at ease.

Without delay, he made his way to the bedroom's balcony, which provided a picturesque view of the small river that wound behind their home. There, he spotted his wife serenely fishing on a canoe, the epitome of innocence and contentment. A smile graced his lips as he watched her with tender affection.

His wife, sensing his presence, looked up from below and beamed at him, extending a wave inviting him to join her in the tranquil activity. He stood there, a soft smile playing on his lips, though a tear escaped his eye. He quickly wiped it away before she could notice, and in response to her gesture, he gestured back, silently promising to join her there soon…

Within a matter of minutes, he had made his way down to the river's edge, where his wife, dressed in an understated yet elegant manner, had gracefully guided her canoe to the shore. She extended her hand towards him, and with a loving smile, he provided the support she needed to step out of the canoe. Together, they stood by the river, the world outside their own forgotten, and a shared sense of tranquillity enveloped them in that timeless moment…………. Tomorrow is our anniversary, Natalie. Let's travel to Hawaii tomorrow, he suggested with a hint of excitement in his voice.

Natalie's eyes lit up with surprise and delight. "Really?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with enthusiasm. She hugged him out of excitement, unaware of the teary eyes her husband concealed.

While still in the embrace of their conversation, he continued, "I remember the first time I saw you, eight years ago. I barely had anything to my name, not even an extra pair of jeans when I first moved to Canada. And you, dressed like Moana, caught my eye. I couldn't help but ask if you were from there because of the way you were dressed. You laughed and said, 'Oh no, I love that place, and I want to go there one day when I get rich.

Natalie chuckled at the memory. "And a mischievous bird came and stole your hats," she recalled with laughter.

He joined in, "Yes, and I ran after it, chasing it down."

Their laughter mingled in the air as they reminisced about that day. A sense of joy and nostalgia filled the room.

With a warm smile, he looked at her and said, "Let's make that dream come true tomorrow. We're rich now." A single tear escaped his eye, carrying with it the emotions of their journey, and fell gently on his cheek.

In the quiet of his thoughts, he whispered to himself, "I'm sorry, Natalie. I'm so sorry."