This concludes 'Second Marriage Chance' by Feibulous. I hope you enjoy reading each chapter and the story as a whole! Thank you so much everyone!
"Did you ever, even once, imagine yourself loving me?" Sarah inquired, her voice laced with hope as she gazed into Philip's unyielding countenance. "Don't make me laugh, Sarah. Everything between us has been purely about pleasure and business." With a heavy heart, she affixed her signature to the divorce papers, clinging to a glimmer of hope that one day, she would find a man who would adore and worship her worthiness. *** Sarah On a quiet night at Serenity Pines Estate, where I've made my home for three years, the door's 'click' announced my husband's arrival—Philip Cornell, who's competing for the presidency of Luminary Productions, an entertainment company. Rising from the sofa, my customary perch, where I often waited for his return, I glanced at the wall clock; its hands whispered the lateness of the hour—already one in the morning. The heavy wooden door swung open, revealing Philip's unsteady form. A waft of alcohol preceded him, mingling with the stillness of the night
Sarah To calm down, I avoid dwelling too much on what I just heard—about Megan's return. After I attempted to refocus on the housework, a couple of hours later, Mrs. Thompson's daughter passed by, accompanied by three children who dashed across the tiled floor, leaving traces of dirt on the couch. After a brief snack, they all departed. A glance at the clock revealed it was already two o'clock. The ladies concluded their game, leaving behind a trail of orange peels, biscuit wrappers, and used cups—a mess they appeared unbothered by leaving behind. Exiting Serenity Pines Estate one by one, my mother-in-law turned to me, leaving a reminder, "Oh, by the way, Philip asked me to remind you about tonight's dinner at the Heritage Harvest Hotel. Don't forget!" With that final message, she turned away and approached the waiting black Mercedes-Benz S-Class, where a driver stood by. A spark of excitement ignited within me. Today marks my anniversary with Philip, and I couldn't shake
Philip "I handed you the job! We poured millions into this movie, only to discover the audience isn't pleased with the story's flow. And now there's negative feedback because the lead actress is embroiled in scandals!" My father's voice echoed in his expansive office. "Do something!" he bellowed, hurling papers at me that had been neatly arranged on his broad desk moments before. Clenching my fist, I exited his office. Crisis after crisis plagued Luminary Productions, and yet, as CEO, my father dumped it all on me. This was the norm in the office between me and my father. Despite orchestrating the issues himself, he still pointed the finger at me, the designated heir apparent as president of production. According to him, it was my responsibility to foresee these challenges! But when would he finally confer the position upon me? I had been his protégé for two years now, and there seemed no end in sight. I practically lived at work, bending over backwards to cater to his every whi
Sarah Philip's grasp on my arms was ferocious, each finger a vice, as if he were a stranger lost in the depths of his own darkness. It was as though he couldn't recognize me anymore. Under the weight of his anger, my bones felt fragile, on the brink of breaking, and I couldn't fathom what thoughts raced through his mind—a familiar uncertainty that haunted our interactions. With each step down the broad staircase, his chest heaved with fury. "Philip, please, calm down! I-I didn't do anything!" I pleaded, tears streaming down my cheeks, matching the torrential rain outside that also mirrored his rage. As he escorted me out of Serenity Pines Estate, the cold enveloped me, matching the chill in his demeanor. Every drop of rain felt like it seeped into my very being, amplifying my distress. I struggled to comprehend what was happening, still reeling from whatever substance the abductors had forced upon me. My eyes felt as clouded as my mind. "No, Philip!" I begged desperately, cling
Philip Finding myself enveloped in darkness, I was at a loss upon hearing the news of Sarah's hospitalization, especially alongside the last person I would have expected. My knowledge of Amir Benner stems from my engagement within the racing community; he presently holds the position of president at TerraTraxx Automotive, situated in Dubai. "As per my investigation," Alex began, "Mr. Benner arrived in Highland Hills for business purposes. He's also collaborated with Luminary Productions to promote their latest car model." I barely registered his words. I don't give a f[u]ck about Mr. Benner's affairs. What consumed me was understanding his connection to my wife. Seeming to sense my agitation, Alex added, "Boss, Mr. Benner just arrived recently. I doubt he's acquainted with Madam Sarah." No matter how desperately I craved solace, his words were mere whispers against the tempest raging within me. Just moments ago, I had discovered Sarah in the company of another man. Gripped by
Sarah My senses are enveloped in a fog, leaving me feeling disconnected from my being. I am only aware of Philip's familiar touch and the warmth of his kisses upon my lips and neck. Yet, I find myself lacking the strength to respond, delve deeper, and confront reality. Darkness gripped me fiercely, dragging me into the depths of a distant realm within my dream. Gently, my eyelids fluttered open, pulling me from a deep sleep. As awareness seeped in, I struggled to piece together recent events, finding myself in the familiar confines of the bedroom I shared with Philip. The memories flood back, the last clear one being outside the villa, rain pelting down as Philip dragged me away, leaving me until I succumb to unconsciousness. Unwanted tears traced down my cheeks, a bitter reminder of how fate has toyed with me. A sudden knock on the door startles me out of my reverie, breaking the heavy silence of the room. "Sarah?" a voice called from beyond the door. I hastily wiped awa
Sarah I was caught off guard when Amir's voice echoed through the phone. The cliché of being shocked barely captures the depth of my surprise. For a brief moment, my thoughts faltered as a wave of disbelief swept over me. Amir's resentment towards me stemmed from a misunderstanding regarding his girlfriend, an accusation I vehemently denied. Despite my attempts to explain, he stopped all communication for three long years. "Brother?" I interjected, attempting to cloak my uncertainty with a hint of reassurance. "Yes, that's right!" His confirmation echoed hollowly, a stark reminder of the chasm between us. The ache of longing for my brother pierced through me like a dagger. Yet, the cruel reality remained—he had already severed our ties. In the pregnant pause that followed, I believed he sensed the tumult of emotions raging within me, wordlessly echoing the void between us. "Listen, I understand there's been tension for three years, but blood runs deep between us. We've always le
Sarah My excitement bubbled uncontrollably, an unstoppable force urging me to share the impending news with Philip. I couldn't shake the feeling that this revelation might redefine our entire dynamic. Yet, amidst the tumult of emotions swirling within me, I couldn't ignore the gnawing sensation that Amir's reaction wouldn't match my euphoria. "You're pregnant, and yet that jerk left you stranded outside your villa, soaked in the rain, and caused you to faint? I'll have a word with him, Sarah! He needs to face the consequences!" Amir seethed with anger. "Please don't! They don't know about my background as a Benner," I pleaded. "What?" Amir felt taken aback. "When I enrolled in university, I used Grandpa's last name, Mitchell. To everyone else, I'm Sarah Mitchell, an orphan," I explained to my brother. "So, that's why he didn't know we're related." "Please, leave Philip alone!" I redirected my plea to Amir. I expected Philip to react differently upon learning the truth rather