YOU STOPPED LOVING ME; I STOPPED BEING THE NICE LADY

Alora“So what? You’re just going to walk away from my life like we never spent the last ten years as a married couple?”“Yes,” his voice was cold, devoid of emotion, as though it was just a mere question.My heart sank, and my jaw clenched.“Is this what you really want? A break?” I asked, my voice shaking.“Yes,” he said, shifting his gaze to me. “Not that I’m throwing you out, just a harmless break.”A silent groan rumbled through my chest, but I forced the words out.“What about last night? Doesn’t it mean anything to you?” I asked, crossing my arms as I stared at my beloved husband knotting his tie.“Alora,” he paused, his eyes observing me.“That was just a mere night. You wouldn’t have counted it as anything serious, would you?” The coldness in his voice tore through my flesh like cold liquid fire.I looked at him. There were so many words to say, so many things to consider, but I bottled them up.“How about the result from my last check-up I asked you to look into?” I asked.H

AloraStanding there, a sharp pain ran through my chest. His words cut deeper than a knife, shredding every part of my heart. Tears streamed down my cheeks.“Aunty, why are you crying? Don’t you like being the maid?” the little boy asked innocently. “I can tell my daddy to make you my nanny if you want.”Those tiny, innocent eyes and his voice hit me hard. They reminded me so much of the child I lost five years ago.If my baby had survived, he would have been his age. And just maybe, Lucas would have treated me with love and not tagged me a slave in my own home.“Cutie, go upstairs and select your room. Mum and Dad need to talk,” Sonia said, cupping his cheeks gently.He jumped excitedly, rushing up the stairs. “I will pick two large rooms,” he said as he darted off the stairs.I looked at Lucas. He was calm, cold, as though nothing had happened. I swallowed hard, turning to Sonia.She smirked victoriously.My chest tightened with greater grief.I thought I had trusted her, shared my

AloraAs I lay in the large hospital room. The beautiful view outside gave me a strange sense of peace, even though a sharp nervous pang tugged at me from inside.I knew beyond doubt that I was going to make it. I wasn’t going to give up anymore. I wanted to fight.Behind the glass door stood Doctor Stanley, alongside another doctor he was speaking with. In his arms was a file I knew belonged to me. He was talking and then turned to look at me through the window.He could feel my fear, because he stopped talking, handed the file to the other doctor, and walked into my room.He put his hands into the pockets of his white coat.“You’re thinking you won’t survive the surgery, right?” he asked, smiling gently.That smile stirred up hope in my heart, even though the dread that had settled there weighed heavier.“Yes, I am,” I admitted, looking away.I noticed sadness in his eyes. He sighed and reached for my hand. I slowly looked at him.“You need to fight, Alora. You need to make them pay

Alora A sudden, sharp pang struck my heart at the realization staring me in the face. Lucas had his eyes buried down, as though there was something he wasn’t telling me, something I wasn’t aware of. Which looked greatly odd. “Get your arms off this minute!” I turned to the security. Levi’s hesitation was mirrored, but then the other gripped tightly, pulling me out of the conference room even before I had the time to bring my phone out of my purse. I felt a rush of anger, pain, and something more as he led me toward the elevator but then let go. I was sure going to leave him jobless by the time I placed a call. “Madam, I’m sorry, but I would advise you to leave now. I wouldn’t want to apply pressure,” Levi spoke, and I could picture him summoning all his courage to put it into words. That look on his face already told me everything, but I looked away instead, bringing out my phone from my purse and dialing a number. “I’ll get back to you shortly,” he replied over the pho

AloraI could hear my heart beat in my ears, and then the suddenly loud tug when I felt his breath fan the area around my exposed neck.A cold touch to my neck, and I'm already shivering inside. His lips lingered in the air, as though observing my arms that remained on the black night fabric I had just retrieved.Then I felt it on my neck, soft and cold, and in that moment, I felt those tiny butterflies in my stomach.No, don't judge me.It's been a long time since I felt this way for anyone. Say ten years or more. Our lovely time in that marriage didn't last long before his cold attitudes, so I didn't blame my nerves all screaming on my inside.I wanted more, so I tilted my head to the side, allowing him to kiss the area around my neck with my arms curled firmly onto the wardrobe handle.His kiss remained soft, tender, and more. And it wasn't like anything I had ever had. I wanted more; I wanted to feel every damn thing at that moment. I don't know if I knew what I really wanted, but