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The sun slowly rose over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the kitchen. Brenda had already risen early, excited about the new day and the new opportunity. Damien had agreed to care for her after their fight. They both knew that they needed to work together for the sake of their baby. And so, they spent the next few days trying to get back to the way things used to be. And it worked. That morning happened like those times they lived happy. Brenda busied herself in the kitchen, humming a tune under her breath as she prepared breakfast for them both. As she cooked, she couldn’t help but nod her head to the beat of the song playing in her head. She stood flipping pancakes and humming the tune to herself. She felt a sense of happiness that she hadn’t experienced in a while. They were slowly working towards mending their broken relationship.Damien emerged from his room, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was pleased to see Brenda in the kitchen, cooking up a storm as she al

Brenda sat cross-legged on her bed, folding a pile of clothes. It was a mundane task, but her mind was buzzing with excitement. She hadn’t gone shopping in weeks, aside from her regular trips to the grocery store. As she neatly stacked her clothes, she couldn’t help but think about all the things she wanted to buy. Suddenly, Brenda paused and furrowed her brows. What did she even need to shop for? The thought left her feeling a little confused. But then, her mind flashed back to that morning when Damien had informed her about their shopping trip. Brenda had hugged him tightly, thrilled at the prospect of a day out.A small smile tugged at the corners of Brenda’s lips as she rubbed her belly softly. She was looking forward to indulging in some retail therapy, maybe even buying something new for herself. But as the minutes ticked by, Brenda grew restless. She stood up, pacing around the room and scanning her closet for inspiration. What should she wear for their shopping excursion? The

As Damien and Brenda embarked on a journey to a secluded island, the private jet soared through the azure sky, carrying Damien and Brenda towards their destination. Inside the lavish aircraft, Brenda was unable to tear her eyes away from the opulent interior. Plush leather seats, polished wood accents, the elegant lighting that adorned the cabin, and an array of modern amenities surrounded them. Damien, sitting beside Brenda, noticed the captivated expression on her face and couldn’t help but smile. “I can see you’re quite taken with the jet,” he said, his voice filled with amusement.Brenda’s eyes sparkled with delight as she nodded enthusiastically, she blushed slightly and nodded. “Yes, Damien, it’s absolutely beautiful. I’ve never been in such a luxurious aircraft before. I can’t help but be in awe of the sheer luxury.”Damien’s smile widened, a flicker of nostalgia crossed his face, and he gently adjusted in his seat. “Well, it holds a special significance for me. You see, my fa

Brenda sat in the dimly lit hospital room, her eyes fixed on Damien’s still form lying in the bed. It had been almost two weeks since the tragic event on the island, the horrifying attack that had nearly claimed both of their lives. Brenda had hidden inside a closet, trembling with fear, while Damien had fought with all his might to survive. The memories haunted her, replaying in her mind like a never-ending nightmare. Who would want them dead? Brenda’s thoughts spiraled, her gaze shifting to the window overlooking the city skyline. The prime suspect that lingered in her mind was Alfred, a man who had relentlessly pursued her, vowing to win her back from Damien by any means necessary. He had even made chilling threats about getting rid of Damien. Though Brenda lacked concrete evidence, her intuition told her that it couldn’t be anyone but Alfred. Alfred seemed capable of such treachery.Thoughts raced through Brenda’s mind, her gaze fixed on Damien’s pale face. Was there someone else?

The hospital discharge was a long-awaited moment for Damien. After weeks of recovering from the attack, he was finally going home with Brenda, his devoted wife. Damien sat in a wheelchair, his body weakened by the injuries sustained during the assault. Brenda stood behind the wheelchair, ready to push him into their house. As they entered the familiar surroundings of their home, Damien’s irritation began to build. The doctor had warned him about the importance of minimizing movement to avoid reopening his stitches, but he couldn’t shake off the feeling of weakness that came with being in a wheelchair. The frustration bubbled up inside him, and he couldn’t hold it in any longer.“Stop,” Damien commanded abruptly, his voice laced with irritation.Brenda paused, her eyes filled with concern. “What’s the matter, Damien?” she asked gently, hoping to understand his sudden change in mood.Ignoring Brenda’s question, Damien made an attempt to rise from the wheelchair. He was determined to pro