Carmela was silent for a moment, her mind racing. She looked up at Pedro, her eyes wide. "I appreciate that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't know what to do. I'm so confused."Pedro reached out and took her hand, his eyes full of compassion. "It's okay to be confused," he said. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what. You're not alone."The next morning, Carmela woke up in a bed that wasn't her own. She was in Pedro's guest room, and for a moment, she wasn't sure where she was. But then the events of the previous day came rushing back to her, and she sat up, running a hand through her hair. She heard a soft knock on the door."Come in," she said, trying to steady her voice. The door opened, and Pedro walked in, a cup of coffee in his hand. "Morning," he said, giving her a small smile. "How are you feeling?"Carmela took the cup of coffee and sipped it, savoring the warmth. "I don't know," she said. "Everything feels like it's spinning ou
Carmela took a deep breath, willing herself to focus. She needed to be strong, for herself and for her kids. "I can do this," she said, her voice growing stronger. "What's the plan?"Andrew leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. "First, we need to get all the facts straight," he said. "I need you to tell me everything that happened between you and Max, from the beginning. Don't leave anything out, no matter how small or insignificant it seems. We need to know everything."Carmela took a deep breath and began to tell her story, starting from when she first met Max. She talked about their marriage, the birth of the twins, and their eventual divorce. She told him about the aftermath of the divorce, how she had been struggling to make ends meet. And finally, she told him about Max's sudden reappearance in her life, and his request for custody of the twins. She spoke for what felt like hours, reliving every painful moment. But finally, she was done.Andrew sat back in his chair, hi
Carmela let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding, her body shaking with relief. She turned to Pedro, tears welling up in her eyes. "Thank you," she said, her voice trembling. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been here."Pedro gave her a gentle smile. "You don't have to thank me," he said. "I'm just glad I could help. Are you okay?"Carmela nodded, trying to compose herself. "I'm okay," she said, her voice gaining strength.Just then, a car pulled up to the curb, and the driver's window rolled down. "Carmela?" a familiar voice said. "Is everything okay?"Carmela's eyes widened as she recognized the voice. It was her friend, Sarah. "Sarah!" she exclaimed, rushing over to the car. "Thank goodness you're here!"Sarah got out of the car and rushed to Carmela, wrapping her in a tight hug. "I was so worried when I heard what happened," she said. "What's going on?""Let's get out of here," Sarah said, her voice firm. "We can talk in the car. Come on." She ushered
Carmela left the school in a daze, her mind racing. She had never hit anyone before, and the fact that she had lost control scared her. But she was also relieved to have gotten her kids away from Nichole. As she drove home, she thought about the things Nichole had said. "I have to protect them," she thought, her hands gripping the steering wheel. "I can't let anything happen to them."When she got home, she was surprised to see that the house looked completely different. The damage from the kidnapper had been repaired, and everything looked brand new. "What on earth, happened here?" She was happy to the new look of her furnished house. At the door of her door front stood a man in a black suit and square glasses. The man turned out to be Andrew. Why was he here? “Andrew, surprise seeing you here.” Carmela looked flushed as her kids rushed past her into the house. “We need to speak.” He said, walking into the house. Carmela followed Andrew into the house, her heart pounding. She s
Carmela got Noah out of the house and ran into the front yard, looking around frantically for Hannah. She spotted her daughter just as a beam from the roof collapsed, trapping her under a pile of burning wood. "Hannah!" Carmela screamed, running towards her. "No!"Hannah's eyes were wide with fear as she struggled to free herself from the debris, but it was no use. The flames were spreading rapidly, and Carmela knew she had to act fast. She grabbed a nearby hose and turned on the water, aiming it at the burning beam.Suddenly, Pedro appeared at Carmela's side, a look of panic on his face. "What happened?" he asked, his eyes wide. "Where's Hannah?""She's under the beam!" Carmela cried, pointing to the spot where her daughter was trapped. "We have to help her!"Pedro ran over to the burning beam and began to push against it, straining with all his might. But it wouldn't budge. The fire was spreading, and Hannah was starting to lose consciousness. They had to do something, and fast.Jus
As Max continued to comfort Carmela, Pedro's expression darkened. He didn't like the idea of Max being there, comforting his friend. He knew that Max was Carmela's ex-husband, and he didn't want him to get close to her again. He was worried that Max would only cause more pain and confusion.Carmela sensed the tension between the two men, and she felt a wave of guilt. She knew that they both cared about her, and she didn't want them to fight. She wanted them to get along, for the sake of her own sanity.Carmela took a deep breath and turned to Max. "I appreciate you being here," she said, her voice steady. "But I also want to make sure that you and Pedro get along. You both mean a lot to me, and I don't want any bad blood between you."Max looked at her, his eyes softening. "Of course," he said, his voice gentle. "I respect Pedro, and I have no desire to cause any problems. I just want to make sure you're okay."Carmela reached out and touched Max's arm, her eyes pleading. "Please, Max,
But just as their kiss was reaching its peak, a car pulled up next to them. The headlights illuminated the man's face, and Nichole gasped. "Oh my God," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're...you're..."As Nichole stood there, dazed and confused, she heard the car door slam. She turned and saw Max rushing towards her, his face pale and his eyes wide. "Nichole, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "I saw you just now with a man what happened. Are you hurt?"Nichole was at a loss for words. She felt betrayed and hurt, but also confused. "I don't know what to say," she finally managed to say. "I don't understand what's going on."Nichole continued to act like she was dum.Nichole turned back around, looking for the mysterious man who had disappeared into the night. But there was no sign of him. It was like he had vanished into thin air. "He's gone," she said, her voice trembling as she whispered to herself. "How did he find me?"Max put his arm around her
Carmela has told Max that she saw Nichole at the school. Max was quiet for a moment, then he said, "You're sure it was her?" Carmela nodded. "I'd know her anywhere," she said, her voice determined. "And I know she had something to do with the fire."Max shook his head. "You can't accuse her of something like that without proof," he said. "It's just an assumption. You don't have any evidence." Carmela's eyes flashed. "I know it was her," she said, her voice rising. "I just know it." She could feel herself getting worked up, but she couldn't stop the words from spilling out. "She's been out to get me ever since she got here," she said. "I know she did this."Max's expression turned cold. "You're just jealous because Nichole and I are together now," he said, his voice sharp. "You're grasping at straws, Carmela. It's not healthy. You need to let it go." Carmela felt a stab of pain at his words. "You don't understand," she said, her voice breaking. "I know what I saw." Max's eyes softe