Prologue

Coming home was always a breath of fresh air. The stench of those hospitals - disinfectants, drugs and all - nauseated her so bad, she could not imagine having to stay a minute longer.

Shuffling through nursing a newborn and taking care of hyperactive 4 year olds was not an easy job but she was happy right? She had to be. 

Many people wanted her life. Being married to a sexy, devilishly handsome billionaire who spoiled her silly and gave her all the love she deserved, beautiful children to show for it, a loving family, what else could she possibly ask for?

Her unusual union had yielded beautiful fruits in spite of a rough start. Nearly seven years in and she couldn't be happier. But now, there was this sudden heaviness that came with her breaths as she laboured tirelessly to be a good mother, to be present for children, to be a wife who didn't let the spark of her marriage die even when she couldn't find a spark on the inside.

Sitting alone on one of those glum postpartum days when she did not want to speak to anyone and enjoyed her own company - the only time she could sneak away to keep herself sane for a minute-,  she asked herself questions. Questions that left a searing ache in her heart. She needed those answers and she was going to find them. Somehow...

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Ariana was about to go on another rollercoaster ride, one that would drive her to points she least expected. With points of painstaking moments that hit at the foundations of her seemingly perfect marriage and have it crumbling into pieces, falling apart into a possibly irreparable state.

Would they make it work? Time would tell...

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Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, inspired by my faith. If you're not comfortable with faith-based novels, then I suppose this book is not for you. This story dropped in my heart for a specific reason and it would be disobedience to water it down. Stay blessed.