Catherine's POV. "Thank you so much for everything Mrs Adam." Lucas appreciated Natasha's Mom after I finished narrating what had happened. Turning to Natasha, he continued, "And you, Natasha, your effort in keeping her safe means the world to me. I truly appreciate it." Natasha's cheeks flushed crimson, a hue so vibrant it seemed to paint the room. It was the first time I had seen her blush so intensely, I knew my bestie had a huge crush on my Lucas. She had told me numerous times but she was equally afraid of him. Weird combo but funny. "It's the least we could do for you," Mrs. Adams chimed in, her voice brimming with warmth. "You've been a tremendous help to our family, and this is our humble way of saying thank you for everything." Leaning into Lucas's comforting presence, I rested my head on his shoulder, relishing the solace he brought, it really felt good to have him here. I want to question him about his whereabouts all these while but I guess it was best I let him f
Catherine's POV. Two weeks later. A low sigh escaped me as I stared at the kids playing happily, despite the chaos in my life, they were a beautiful reason for me to smile. It's been over two weeks since the scandalous event and nothing has been the same again, it seems as if the world was after me. I can't watch any news channel again, my phone seems like a disease to me because any time I tap it open, I would see something that would make me cry, something that would hurt every part of me. And school? School's a farce now, I attempt going to school but nothing was working out, I'm being haunted for having an affair with my ex boyfriend's dad, I was being bullied and when Lucas found out, he went to warn them but the school management had said some bullshit that made Lucas beat the living hell out of some of them, he had fired a lot of people, some students were expelled on his order. School feels like a mockery now. I try to go, but it's as if I'm walking through a minefield. T
Catherine's POV. "It's a hard time, not much of a bad time darling love. Strength is born in the crucible of adversity, and you, my dear, are forged from the strongest steel. Embrace the challenge, for within it lies the opportunity to rise, to grow, and to shine brighter than ever before." Lucas's words penetrated into my ears as I lay on his shoulder, thinking about everything that was happening. I smiled weakly, my fingers intertwining with his. "You always know just what to say, don't you, baby?" I murmured, gratitude welling up inside me for his strong support.Lucas let out a heavy sigh, his breath slow and steady. "I wish I could do more for you, darling. It's frustrating feeling so powerless, like my wings have been clipped and you have really clipped my wings, it's not fair," he confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness.I chuckled softly, lifting his hand to my lips and planting a gentle kiss on his palm. "Oh, daddy, don't be silly," I teased affectionately, my h
Catherine's POV. As I stormed out of the courtroom, my blood boiled with fury. "This is rubbish!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my frustration anymore. "How could the court be swayed by Lauren's fake evidence and the gibberish his lawyer was spouting? They think I'm incapable of raising my own kids, the same kids I've been caring for all alone during the first few years of their lives!"Lucas, the only voice of reason in my life, held me gently, urging me to calm down. But calm was the last thing on my mind. "They've hit the wrong spot this time," I seethed, my anger simmering beneath the surface. "How dare they question my credibility as a mother? I'll put that trash right in his place once we get home."Despite my seething anger, I refrained from lashing out in the courtroom. Lucas's words had soothed me, tempering my rage. But once we were back in the confines of our home, all bets were off. Lauren wouldn't escape my wrath... Not even God would help that dunce of a man from my wr
Catherine's POV. "Thank you," I mumbled, accepting the soda from Bella's outstretched hand."You're welcome, honey," Bella replied with a warm smile.Bella had always been like an elder sister to me, a source of comfort and support in times of need. Despite the problem I was facing, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the blessings life had bestowed upon me, including the presence of people like Bella."Do you need anything else, dear?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern as she studied my face.I returned her smile, though it felt strained. I knew she was worried about me, just as Lucas was. With the court hearing looming in just two days, tension was very high.Both parties had presented their cases, and soon the judgment would be handed down. I clung to my faith in God and in justice, praying that my children would not be taken away from me. I couldn't bear the thought of being separated from them, and I knew Lucas felt the same way. Our children were our lifeline, the very
Catherine's POV. Weeks later. "I'll miss you, I'll miss you so much," I whined, my voice trailing off as I escorted Lucas out of the room, his briefcase in my hand. He chuckled softly, pausing in his steps before gently pushing me against the wall. My heart raced as he gazed at me with an expression full of love, my toes tingle with this beautiful sensation that only he could bring. Leaning in, he traced my lips with his tongue, sending shivers down my spine. "You're running late," I mumbled, before succumbing to his kiss, the intensity filling me with longing as his tongue tangled with mine before exploring every depth of it. Gosh, how I love these stolen moments with him, being with him like this makes my heart flutter in nothing but pure love. Pulling away reluctantly, I managed a sad smile. "I'm going to miss you terribly. I'm already missing you already, I wanna cry.""Alright, I won't go again then. Let's stay inside, and I'll devour you raw," he joked, laughter dancing in
Catherine's POV. As I struggled to regain consciousness, the sound of a faint voice penetrated the fog in my mind. It called out to me, calling me back to reality but I was too numb. "Hello... Hello, baby... Wake up, sweetheart. You don't plan to sleep forever, do you?" The voice urged me to open my eyes.Groaning softly, I forced my heavy eyelids to obey, squinting against the dim light filtering into the room. "C'mon, baby, wake up already," the voice continued, its tone playful yet impatient. "I can't stand you sleeping like this when you should be watching this fantastic news."My lips parted, but my voice was barely a whisper as I struggled to form words. "Lucas..." I managed to mumble, my throat dry and scratchy."Oh, finally awake, baby," the voice chuckled, and I frowned, the familiarity of it sending a shiver down my spine. It wasn't Lucas. Lucas' voice was always deep, reassuring and it never fails to do wonders to my body but this current voice filled me with an inexplica
Catherine's POV. My head was heavy and aching due to the long hours of cries and screams. I don't know where I was but I know that it must be remote... Well, unless the room I was kept in was sound proof; that's the only possibility why my constant screams weren't being heard. I stopped screaming with that realization. My joints were hurting due to the restraints, the more I tried to move, the more it hurt so I accepted my fate. But the hardest part was accepting that Lucas was truly gone. The mere thought sent fresh waves of agony crashing over me, threatening to drown me in sorrow.I clung to the hope that it was all just a nightmare, a cruel trick of the mind that would vanish with the dawn and when I woke up, Lucas would be right by my side, kissing me and assuring me that everything was alright. Yet, the TV served as a relentless reminder of the harsh reality I faced. Lauren had specifically left it on, tuned to our local channel, where every broadcast seemed to hammer home th