Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Naughty Mistake: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

The next morning found Pamela and Kennedy in their private dining area. Kennedy was encouraging Pamela to have breakfast, but her appetite was overshadowed by nerves. She picked at the food, attempting to please Kennedy, who was watching her intently.Their private moment was abruptly disrupted by security personnel who informed them of Vivian and Bernice's impending arrival. Pamela, startled, pushed her food aside and awaited their entry with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.As Vivian and Bernice were ushered into the room, pleasantries were exchanged, but an unspoken tension hung in the air. Vivian finally broke the silence, her voice gentle but loaded with intent, "I was hoping we could talk."Kennedy suggested they adjourn to the sitting room, and they shifted to their private sitting area.Bernice took a deep breath and found the courage to speak, "I was so hurt, Mom. I couldn't believe my mother could be capable of such deception. I started wondering what other aspects of my

Veronica carefully placed her baby boy, Conner, in his crib after breastfeeding, trying not to disturb his peaceful slumber. He had a knack for waking at odd hours to feed, but she loved him all the more for it. As she silently tiptoed away, her phone beeped, indicating a call. She had silenced it earlier to avoid any disruptions that could wake her baby.Glancing at the screen, she saw it was Bernice calling. A surge of worry shot through her, immediately connecting the call, hoping for the best but fearing the worst. "Bernice, calm down. Is Vivian okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern, already mentally preparing herself for the possibility of bad news. She swiftly moved towards her closet to change into suitable clothes for the situation.Amidst sobs and gasps, Bernice managed to convey that Vivian was in the midst of an emergency operation. Veronica's heart clenched at the news, a mix of emotions flooding her. Fear for her sister's well-being was paramount. "We'll be righ

That morning, Vivian had told her that Ted might come over to the house because of the DNA test result. She had decided to go for her post natal appointment with her baby Alexander and subsequently stop over to see her father, Victor Moore. She just wasn't ready for any awkward meeting with Ted. As she finished up at the hospital it was about twelve noon, Veronica drove off to her father's office to see him and kill time as well. when she got to his office she needed to use the convenience urgently. Victor Moore had always been an absentee father, always travelling and barely at home. He had recently come into town to see Vivian's babies, Veronica couldn't count the number of times her father had attended her and Vivian's birthdays for the entirety of their childhood. Their mother never complained and Veronica always thought her mother deserved better. After speaking with her father'ssecretary, the pleasant lady insisted Veronica sit and wait because her father was already in a meetin

On the morning of Vivian's wedding, the atmosphere was alive with energy and excitement. The gates were wide open, allowing easy access for the wedding planner and various vendors to enter the garden where the ceremony would be held. The wedding decorators were a flurry of activity, tirelessly working to transform the garden into a dreamlike wedding venue. It was a bustling scene as the team prepared to create a beautiful backdrop for Vivian's special day.Sebastian was summoned to check the door because someone was inquiring about Victor Moore, his boss. In his role as Victor's assistant, Sebastian managed appointments and was well aware that Victor had a free schedule for the day. Victor had explicitly instructed Sebastian to clear his agenda in light of his daughter's wedding. When Sebastian opened the door and laid eyes on Mona Lisa, his expression shifted from professional calm to surprise and uncertainty. Sebastian had been in Victor Moore's employ for nearly five years, startin

"Sit down," Regina said firmly as she took a seat on the bed bench, and Victor followed suit, sitting beside her. Regina gazed into his eyes, her emotions palpable."Victor," she began, her voice laced with a blend of disappointment and hurt, "we've been married for nearly forty years. Why didn't you just ask me for a divorce instead? Instead, you put me through years of torment. I can't even begin to explain the psychological torture of sleeping alone most nights while you were with your mistress. Was I that terrible of a wife? And the audacity she has to come here, astonishes me."A heavy silence hung in the room, punctuated only by the tension in the air. Regina, unable to bear the silence any longer, grew frustrated."I need answers, Victor," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness. "Talk to me."Victor sat in stony silence, his gaze averted, as Regina's words pierced the air like a knife. She continued, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness."Vi