The wedding preparations had finally come to an end, and the eagerly awaited day was fast approaching. With all the tasks completed, it was now time for both Alex and Emily to take a well-deserved break. The entire family was brimming with excitement, especially my other children, Arielle and Ariella, as they were thrilled that their younger brother was about to tie the knot. On this particular day, Emily, elegant as always, was by my side throughout the day. She had been a pillar of support, ensuring my happiness and well-being. Her presence brought me comfort, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. While I was thrilled for Alex and the beginning of his own family, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness, knowing that he wouldn't be around as often as before. As I sat in the living room, Emily sat beside me, engaging in lively conversations. Her infectious laughter filled the air, and I couldn't help but chuckle along with her. "Can you believe it, Mrs. Johnson?" she e
After the joyous celebration of my last son Alex's wedding, I felt a deep sense of fulfillment. As I watched my husband's company flourish under the capable hands of his children, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming surge of pride. Ariella, my only daughter, was successfully running my eatery, and her dedication and passion shone through in every aspect. However, amidst this contentment, a thought nagged at my mind - we had not been giving Ethan's foundation the attention it deserved. My ex-husband had poured his heart and soul into that foundation, and I couldn't bear the thought of his legacy fading away. Determined to make a change, I decided to gather my children for a meeting, where we would discuss ways to boost the foundation's reach and impact, continuing my late husband's incredible work.I contacted each of my children, and with excitement in their voices, they agreed to meet. Arielle, my firstborn, was particularly thrilled about the news. His eyes sparkled with enthus
I awoke on a bright and sunny morning, the familiar warmth of the sun streaming through the curtains and filling the room with a golden glow. As I stretched and yawned, my eyes were drawn to a beautifully wrapped box sitting on the coffee table in the living room. Printed on the box were the words, "Best Mum in the World." A surge of joy and anticipation coursed through me, and I couldn't help but smile. I knew immediately that this thoughtful surprise could only be the work of my children. Over the years, they had always found creative ways to express their love for me. But this time, something felt different. There was an air of mystery and excitement, as if they had gone above and beyond to make this moment truly unforgettable.With trembling hands, I carefully untied the satin ribbon that adorned the box. The paper crackled as I removed the lid, revealing a burst of vibrant colors within. My heart skipped a beat as tears of happiness welled up in my eyes. There, nestled among del
Amelia paced back and forth in front of me, her eyes darting around the room. "Trust me, this masked party won't be like any other you've been to. You'll have a great time, I promise," she said, grabbing my hand. I hesitated, still feeling raw and hurt from my recent break-up with Jonathan. I had no desire to go out and socialize, but Amelia was insistent. "I don't know, Amelia. I'm not really in the mood for a party right now," I said, trying to pull my hand away. But Amelia wouldn't let me go. "Come on, you need to get out and have some fun. Don't let one bad guy ruin your whole life," she said, her expression softening. I sighed, knowing she was right. I couldn't let Jonathan's betrayal consume me forever. "Okay, fine. I'll go," I said, reluctantly. "But what should I wear?" Amelia's face lit up with excitement. "Yes! You won't regret it, I promise. And don't worry about the outfit, we'll find something perfect for you to wear." Despite my reservations, I started to feel a fli
I groaned, pulling the covers over my head. "What? Can't you let me sleep?""No way! I saw you last night at the party, and you were having the time of your life! You were dancing with that mystery man, and I could tell from the way you were talking to him that you liked him," Amelia said, a mischievous glint in her eye.I sat up, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. "Oh, stop it. We just had a good time. It doesn't mean anything. Plus how did I get home?""Really? Because I could have sworn you were making out with him in the washroom, plus I saw you wasted in the washroom and managed to get you home" Amelia said, raising an eyebrow.I blushed, feeling a rush of memories from the night before. "Okay, fine. We hooked up, but I don't even remember his name or phone number. It was just a one-time thing. Thanks for bringing me home anyway.""Well, that's too bad," Amelia said, looking disappointed. "I was hoping we could track him down and set you two up on a real date."I
As my pregnancy progressed, I felt an overwhelming sense of frustration at my inability to identify the father of my unborn child. The weight of this secret was too much to bear alone, so I sought refuge in Amelia's room. She had just returned from work, still glued to her laptop, "Do you ever rest?"She sighed "It's my boss," she groaned. "He keeps piling up extra work for me to take home and make more money for the company but doesn't even bother to give me a raise in salary. It's like he revels in draining me." "I understand how you feel, baby girl. Don't worry, you'll be fine," I said, placing my hand on her shoulder to offer comfort. "You're incredibly talented and I'm sure that soon enough, you'll have your own company with all your brilliant ideas."She looked at me skeptically, "Do you think it's that easy? Who even knows me?"I smiled reassuringly and gave her a pat on the back. "It's not about who knows you now, it's about what you can do. If you put your ideas into acti
As I walked into the hospital, my mind was racing with worry about my son's critical condition. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice the guy who was walking towards me with a bag of groceries. Before I knew it, I had bumped into him, and the contents of his bag spilled out onto the floor."Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, my heart racing with embarrassment."It's okay," he replied, his voice calm and composed. "It was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going."As we both bent down to pick up the items, I realized that the guy was quite good-looking. I couldn't help but steal a glance at him as we worked together to retrieve the scattered groceries."I hope nothing was broken," I said, trying to make small talk."No, everything's fine," he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm just glad the eggs didn't crack."We both laughed, and I felt a momentary sense of relief from the stress of the past few days. But as I stood up, my mind returned
I ran as fast as I could, leaving Daniel struggling to catch up with me. I was determined to escape the situation and hailed a cab. Rushton was the driver, and I told him to speed off towards my home. As we drove, my mind was filled with questions. Where had the masked man been all this time? What was Faith's motive in arranging for us to meet during her dinner date? How was I going to overcome this?Memories of the one-night stand flooded my mind, and I couldn't stop the tears from falling. The salty droplets flowed down my cheeks as I pondered my next move. I was overwhelmed with emotions, and I knew I had to make a decision soon.As the cab raced towards my home, I couldn't help but wonder if I had made the right choice by leaving Daniel behind. Was it cowardly of me to run away from the situation? I knew I had to face my problems head-on, but the fear of confronting my past was paralyzing.As soon as the cab driver dropped me off, I quickly paid him and ran straight into my apartm