Carmela walked confidently up to the podium, her head held high and her chest raised. She signaled to a man in the back of the room, and he nodded, starting the video playback. The screens behind her flickered to life, showing clips of Max and Nichole's affair. The audience gasped in shock and disbelief. Carmela stopped the video and addressed the room, her voice clear and strong. "The two people you just saw in that video are my husband, Max, and my best friend, Nichole." The room erupted into chaos as reporters and attendees started snapping photos and whispering to each other. Carmela raised her hands, and with a dramatic flourish, flung the photos from the podium into the air. The audience scrambled to grab the pictures, their faces filled with shock and gossip. "How can he do such a thing?" someone whispered. "He's the CEO of the company, and also a cheat?” “He's embezzling money for unknown reasons?" Carmela continued, her voice firm. "If you don't want him to embezzle yo
Nineteen years had passed since the tragic events that had changed Carmela's life forever. She sat in a crowded seminar room, surrounded by strangers who were all there for the same reason - to share their stories and heal. A man opposite her asked a question that caught her off guard. "How did you know that all you had dreamed was true to what was happening in reality?" Carmela took a deep breath before answering. "My vegetative state was a miracle. It allowed me to see and understand things that I had been blind to before. It revealed secrets about my life that I had been unaware of." The woman leading the therapy session nodded sympathetically. "And how are you now? Are you coping?" Carmela hesitated for a moment before responding. "I'm alright. It's all in the past." But as she spoke, her voice began to crack, and tears started to well up in her eyes. "I’m sorry…It's just...it pains me that Max didn't get to see his kids grow up. He didn't get to see his babies become adults
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Inside the first gynecologist room, Carmela Martins sat in a state of panic, her hands tightly clasped together. She and her husband, Max Atom, had been married for five years, yet the one thing they yearned for—their own child—had eluded them.It had been a long time since Carmela last saw her period, so she hurried to the hospital, her heart heavy with worry. After a quick pregnancy test, she anxiously awaited the results, her mind filled with hope and fear.The door swung open, and a man in a white coat, wearing rectangular glasses, entered with the test result in his hand. He walked past Carmela and sat down before her, his expression serious yet compassionate. Adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he could sense the mix of anticipation and anxiety in the room."Mrs. Atom, I have the results," he said gently, his voice filled with empathy. Carmela's heart raced as she held her breath, her eyes locked on the doctor, desperately searching for answers."What is it, Doct
Last night, Carmela couldn't sleep in her husband's bed. Instead, she stayed in the visitor's room, tossing and turning, unable to find rest. It wasn't because of what Max said, but because of the kiss that kept haunting her thoughts. The memory of it kept replaying in her mind, making it impossible for her to find peace.After witnessing the disturbing scene at Nichole's apartment last night, Carmela couldn't bear to face Max or even look him in the eyes. She felt disgusted and betrayed, and she decided to pretend to be asleep when Max approached her."Are you awake, Carmela?" Max's gentle voice called out.As Max sat beside her, gently caressing her face, Carmela resisted the urge to open her eyes. His touch made her uneasy, and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her vulnerable."Your home," Carmela pretended to show concern."Yes, I came in late last night. You didn't sleep in bed. What happened?" Max asked in a dry tone.Feeling a mix of emotions, Carmela li
Carmela couldn't believe her eyes - her best friend, Nichole, was wearing the same red queenly gown, adorned with shiny diamonds and almonds, just like her.She glanced at Max, who stood solemnly by her side, admitting that he had invited Nichole. The audacity of him to bring his affair to his grandmother's anniversary left Carmela seething with anger."Wow, you guys wore the same dress," Grandma Atom exclaimed, looking at Carmela and Nichole's dresses.Nichole laughed, covering her mouth with her hand and waving her wig in the air. "Oh my goodness, I had no idea you would wear the dress. I hope you're not angry, Carmela?"As Max and Grandma Atom looked expectantly at Carmela, she felt torn inside. Her anger wanted to lash out at Max and confront Nichole, but she knew she had to put on a fake smile."No... no, I don't mind. I don't even like the dress. Red is not my color," she replied, forcing herself to chuckle, and Grandma Atom seemed to appreciate her response.As they continued ch
The room brightened as a ray of sunlight slipped through the curtains, gently caressing Carmela's face and filling the space with warmth and comfort.Feeling the rays of light, Carmela sensed a glimmer of hope and optimism, as if the universe was assuring her that everything would be alright.She stirred on the bed, pulling the bedspread closer for a cozy embrace. Slowly, she opened her eyes, greeted by the breathtaking sky outside.With a gentle yawn, Carmela sat up and tenderly placed her hand on her stomach. "Good morning, world. Good morning, baby. I promise I'll give you the best of myself," she whispered, feeling a strong connection with the little life growing within her.Sitting at the edge of the bed, she reached for her phone on the table, sliding it open to embrace a new day.The bright light from Carmela's phone illuminated her face, reminding her that she had missed the time to meet her lawyer. She had signed the divorce papers and wanted to hand them over to the lawyer, l
Nichole and Max held unto each other on the floor, like they were some sort of couple. However, Carmela stood right in front staring at these two betrayal.“You’ll believe her over your wife?” Carmela strikes her chest, in pain. She couldn’t believe that her husband would voice out at her in such a manner.To the extent of not letting her say her part of the story. “Isn’t it obvious? Or do you want us to go to the police station? She can press charges and I would testify as well that I saw you try to hurt her.” Max glared hard at her, his eyes almost piercing out of its socket.Even though Max and Carmela had been together for 5 to 6 years now, never for once has he ever yelled at her or regarded her resolve useless. The man standing right in front of her wasn’t her husband anymore, but her best friend.“You tried to kill her. Who knows what would have happened if I didn’t get here early.” The way he spoke sounded like a threat to Carmela’s hearing and by the looks of things, she had