Dealing with ongoing negativity can be challenging. Sometimes, it's better to address the problem rather than putting up with it silently.
Sarah "Is it true? Are you suffering from depression?" Philip inquired, his concern palpable in his voice. Caught off guard, I grappled with how to respond. What aspect of his question should I address first? Yes, I had battled depression, a struggle exacerbated by the profound loss of my baby—a loss for which I held the Cornell Family responsible. Yet, the medical diagnosis I received was heart failure. "See? I told you she's unstable! Ending your relationship with Sarah was the right decision, Philip. Your presidential aspirations can't afford such complications," Madam Cornell interjected, her tone laced with disdain. Anger trembled within me as I turned to meet Madam Cornell's gaze, then Philip's. "Mr. Cornell, it's better to heed your mother's advice. Ms. Mitchell appears to be in an unstable state," the doctor interjected, fueling the already tense situation. Philip's response was curt and dismissive, further igniting my resolve. "Am I asking for your opinion?" he sn
Philip I missed Sarah's presence in our villa—that's what I was certain of. While I was conversing with Ethan over the phone in the library, Sarah was taking a bath in our room. All her clothes were still neatly arranged, ensuring she wouldn't encounter any inconvenience. Ethan began his explanation, "I conducted a small investigation into Dr. Morgan. I needed to apply some pressure to get him to talk... Last year, Mr. Amir Benner took Sarah to Dr. Morgan's clinic in Dubai for a check-up. Months later, Dr. Morgan received two offers—one from Mr. Benner's girlfriend, Jessica Woods, and the other from Serena Blake. "Dr. Morgan opted to accept Serena Blake's offer to manipulate Sarah's medication... Your ex-wife was grappling with panic attacks and severe depression. Yet, Dr. Morgan erroneously diagnosed her with a heart condition. It appears Sarah may have become reliant on the medication. It would be advisable for you to bring her to my clinic tomorrow. I'll arrange for her to
Sarah Josh's face greeted me as I regained consciousness, finding myself already on the bed with the IV line removed from my arm. It hung empty, prompting my fearful inquiry, "What did you inject me with?" "It's a sedative to calm you down," Josh replied, his tone soothing yet tinged with concern. Alex stood behind him, his expression solemn, bearing witness to the tense exchange. "I sacrificed my job to save you. I hope you won't think badly of me," Josh explained earnestly. "Are you okay, Madam Sarah?" Assistant Alex interjected, unable to withstand his silence. "Leave me alone with Josh," I demanded, gaze piercing through the room, fixating on Philip's bodyguard. The assistant hesitated, apprehensive of the implications. "I can't do that! I'll be accountable to Boss Philip!" My frustration boiled over, directed squarely at Alex. "Damn you, Alex! Philip just jeopardized my life, and you dare to prioritize his demands over my safety! I have no relationship with Philip
Sarah Engaging in debates with Philip is so draining that I'd rather maintain silence. I have my workload to focus on, and I'm not up for conversing with him. Yet, upon entering Philip's private office, I was swept back in time. Memories of the betrayal resurfaced when he cheated on his secretary. 'Sara, you need to let go,' I reminded myself, attempting to purge those memories and the accompanying anguish. Seating myself on the couch opposite his expansive desk, I set up my laptop on the coffee table, focusing on anything but Philip's presence in the room. After a few minutes, Philip broke the silence. "Anything you need?" he inquired. "I need you to arrange my return to Henderson." He brushed off my request, instead instructing his assistant, "Please fetch your Madam's favorite snack." Meanwhile, a message popped up from Jakob. Jakob: So, you're planning to stay in Highland Hills? Me: Yes! My insane ex-husband is dead set on keeping me here. Boarding a plane feels imp
Sarah Madam Cornell's hand met Philip's uncle's cheek with a resounding slap, her anger palpable as she vehemently denied his accusations. "Liar! You dare to accuse me just because you hear that I'm siding with you! Philip, didn't it even occur to you that Sarah's evidence might be fake? She's a manipulating schemer! She'll stoop to any level just to evade accountability and worm her way back into our family!" Madam Cornell's words dripped with venom as she defended herself. I could only shake my head in disbelief at her outburst. "Madam Cornell, do you think I'm a magician? Did I suddenly conjure up evidence in such a short time?" Megan stepped forward, attempting to mediate. "Philip, trust—" Philip yanked his arm away from Megan's grasp, his eyes blazing with fury. "There's a surveillance camera in that conference room. We'll eventually uncover the truth behind the evidence I presented." Philip ground his teeth as he confronted his uncle. "You're fired! You're not contr
Sarah Philip massaged his temples, a sign of growing confusion. "Do you really believe I impregnated my secretary?" That's correct! But I'm not interested in entertaining Philip any longer. I need to distance myself from him; he and his family are giving me a headache. "Boss..." Assistant Alex murmured into my ex-husband's ear. Philip's expression soured as he absorbed the news. I was taken aback when Philip grabbed my arm, pulling me along. "Where are we going?" I asked, bewildered. Ignoring my inquiries, Philip seized my arm and led me down a narrow path flanked by dense bushes. The absence of other souls suggested seclusion. Dim lights intermittently dotted the path, casting eerie shadows. With each step, my confusion deepened, and I became clueless about Philip's destination. "Philip, what's going on? Where are we headed?" I couldn't contain my unease. "Shhh. We're at LM's Garden. Keep quiet," Philip whispered. "Not a sound, not even a rustle." His respon
Sarah I'm having a leisurely day here at Serenity Pines Estate. I spent some time playing "Death Marriage" on the same computer I used when Philip and I were married, reminiscing about old times in the computer and game room. If gaming didn't suit my mood, I contemplated ordering my favorite meal from Highland Hills or indulging in well-deserved rest. Today, I've chosen to take it easy, letting Philip handle his affairs while I focus on enjoying myself. There's no point in dwelling on problems that no longer concern me. As I sat in the kitchen, savoring a strawberry milkshake, the tranquility was interrupted by the arrival of Madam Cornell and Megan. Their presence didn't surprise me; it was evident they came with ill intentions, likely to stir up trouble in Philip's absence. Madam Cornell wasted no time in expressing her disdain for my presence. "You have the nerve to stay here at Serenity Pines despite no longer being married to Philip. Leave at once!" Ignoring their ho
Philip I'm at my wit's end. Sarah nonchalantly sipped on her milkshake, igniting an unexpected thirst within me. I want to suck my tongue inside her mouth, to taste what's inside there. Following her into the bedroom, I found remnants of the milkshake glistening on her lips, tempting me like a thief drawn to treasures. "Ehhhm!" As I indulged my desire, Sarah pushed me away with a firm rebuke, her cheeks flushed with irritation. "You're really pushing the boundaries of your lustfulness! You, pervert!" she admonished. Unable to resist, I confessed, "I can't help it. I want to taste what's within your mouth." Her cheeks reddened further as she countered, "What if it's another man's cum, huh?" Unsure how to respond to her provocative remark, I found it, blaugh, distasteful. "You mean my own?" I quipped. "Philip, you're disgusting!" Sarah's cheeks reddened further. "Are you seriously suggesting you want to taste your own... cum?" Though her words should have deterred me, the