Maggie and Alfred had checked into a luxurious suite for their honeymoon. Their wedding ceremony had been magical, heartfelt, and full of laughter. Family and friends had gathered around them, not just to celebrate their union, but to honor the second chance that life and love had given them.Maggie stood by the window, her hair let down, brushing softly against her shoulders. She had changed into a silk nightgown—simple, elegant, and ivory white. Alfred, behind her, watched her reflection in the glass. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist."You look beautiful," he whispered, kissing the back of her neck.She smiled and leaned into his warmth. "And you look incredibly handsome in that robe."They both chuckled. The laughter slowly faded into a comfortable silence. They were together now. Officially. No longer bound by what had been, but united in what was to come.Alfred turned her around to face him. "Maggie," he said softly, holding her hand, "I know life has throw
The sun poured gently across the lush green fields of the estate, blessing the day with warmth and brightness. Birds sang from the trees, flowers danced to the tune of a calm breeze, and every face present seemed to glow with joy. Today wasn’t just any day. It was Maggie and Alfred’s wedding day.Maggie stood in front of the mirror, her hands gently adjusting the lace sleeves of her white dress. It was elegant and modest, yet it highlighted the glow on her face. There was a certain peace in her eyes, a joy that came not just from marrying the man she loved, but from seeing her son understand and stand by her despite everything."You look beautiful," Leah said softly as she stepped into the room. She was dressed in a pastel pink gown that hugged her frame gently. Her hair was pulled back, with loose curls cascading down her shoulder.Maggie turned to look at her and smiled, her eyes glistening. "Do I really?"Leah stepped closer and held her hand. "You look like someone who just took a
Jeremy stood frozen, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. The image before him was something he could never have imagined, not in a million years. It wasn’t just the photograph that stunned him, but the implications, the questions it raised, and the man behind it all.The air in the room thickened with tension. Leah watched him silently, her face calm and composed, but there was a softness in her eyes that showed she understood how heavy this moment was for him."You already knew," Jeremy said slowly, his voice edged with disbelief as he looked up at her. "You knew about this?"Leah nodded gently. "Yes. Maggie told me."Jeremy looked back at the phone in his hand, the image still displayed. His mother, in a compromising pose, a younger version of her, clearly taken without her knowledge or permission."When?" he asked."A few days ago," Leah said. "Jeremy, this was years before you were even born. She was young, maybe even younger than we are now. People make mistakes, and it's
Alfred stood by the window in the living room, his hands tucked into his pockets as he stared outside, not really looking at anything in particular. The clouds were beginning to gather, casting a grey tone over the peaceful neighborhood. But inside the house, things were far from peaceful, at least not in Maggie's heart.She stood a few feet behind him, her fingers nervously wrapped around each other. She kept wondering how he knew. Who told him? Was it that man? Did he go to Alfred?Maggie swallowed hard and took a step forward.“You said you know,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.Alfred turned slowly. His face was calm, too calm. That scared her more than if he had been shouting. She had expected anger, shock, anything—just not this soft gaze filled with concern and not a hint of judgement.“I do,” he said gently. “But I want to hear it from you.”Her throat went dry. “How did you find out?”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he motioned for her to sit. She obeyed, sitt
The early morning light streamed into the office as Leah sat across from Jeremy in the boardroom. Her hands rested on the smooth table, fingers gently drumming a rhythm born out of thought, not nerves. Papers were neatly stacked in front of them, along with two cups of untouched coffee.They hadn’t had the time to have this conversation for weeks—maybe even months. But now that the chaos had calmed and the storm had passed, it was time.Leah was the first to speak.“So,” she said softly, not sure how else to begin. “What happens now?”Jeremy leaned back in his chair, his eyes calm but attentive. “With what?”“Our companies,” she said. “They were merged for a reason. That reason no longer exists. Do you… do you have plans to separate them?”Jeremy didn’t answer immediately. He looked at her, really looked at her, as though trying to see past the question into what she was truly asking. When he finally spoke, his voice was measured and thoughtful.“Is it necessary?” he asked.Leah blink
Maggie stepped out of the car, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation. The afternoon sun shone brightly. Her hands trembled slightly as she clutched her purse.Alfred stepped out of the car after her, noticing the anxiety etched across her face. He gently reached for her hand and held it firmly. "Do you want me to go in with you?"Maggie hesitated. "No, Alfred. You should probably go back home. It’s nothing I can't handle, I’m sure."But Alfred wasn’t having it. He squeezed her hand with gentle reassurance. "I insist. Whatever it is, we’ll face it together."That melted her resolve. She smiled faintly and nodded. "Okay. Thank you."Together, hand in hand, they walked up to the door. Maggie inhaled deeply and pressed the bell. After a second, she turned the knob and pushed the door open.The aroma of delicious food instantly filled their nostrils. It smelled like fresh spices, grilled chicken, and something sweet baking in the oven. For a moment, Maggie forgot her anxiety."Hello
The atmosphere seemed to have changed for good. It felt like joy had finally taken root and was blooming beautifully. After so many years of tears, pain, betrayal, and heartbreak, Maggie was finally getting her fairy tale. And the man holding her heart? None other than Alfred, the same man she’d loved deeply in the past, the one who’d made her cry, and now, the one making her smile again.A wedding was being planned.Yay!It wasn’t just any wedding. It was Maggie and Alfred’s wedding. And it was going to be beautiful.Everyone was excited and anticipating the D day.The two lovebirds were like teenagers, always whispering sweet things into each other’s ears. Sometimes, they'd sneak out of the house just to take long walks or go on simple dinner dates, even though everyone already knew they were deeply in love.They were always on the phone with each other. Alfred could just drop Maggie off and still call to check on her.Maggie would blush whenever Alfred told her she looked beautifu
Noah zipped up the side of his black duffel bag and tossed in one last folded shirt. His room felt empty, but not in a peaceful way. The walls were still the same soft cream color. The picture of him and Elizabeth still stood on the bedside table, staring back at him like a ghost of laughter and lost love. But everything else had been stripped down. Clothes packed, shelves cleared, shoes lined up by the door like soldiers ready for one final march.He was done pretending.The air was still and heavy, like it was holding its breath. Then came a soft knock on the door. He froze for a second, eyes closing briefly, already knowing who it would be.The door creaked open, and Leah stepped in.Her face was tired. There were shadows under her eyes, and her shoulders were tense. But she still carried that air of quiet strength, even though it seemed to be slipping through the cracks today.“You’re really leaving?” she asked, her voice low.Noah didn’t look at her at first. He folded another s
The afternoon sun hung lazily in the sky as Noah parked his scooter outside Cassandra’s new house. The house was simple but cozy. Neat hedges and bright flowers swayed gently in the breeze. In one hand, he carried a brown bag filled with fresh fruits. This was something he brought every time he visited. Cassandra and Leah had always liked it. It was his small way of saying “thank you” and showing love. Today, it felt like the only strength he had left to give.He walked up to the door and knocked softly. Cassandra opened the door a few minutes later. She looked radiant, her hair tied back. She smiled warmly when she saw him.“Noah,” she said softly.“Good afternoon, Mama Bear,” he greeted, forcing a weak smile.He handed her the brown bag.She opened it and her eyes lit up just a little. “Watermelons! Thank you, my dear boy. You always remember.”He nodded slowly. “I know they’re your favorite.”She took a closer look at him then, her smile fading as concern filled her gaze. His eye