Semua Bab THE TRIUMPH OF MY CHEATING HUSBAND : Bab 21 - Bab 30

In the affluent neighborhood of North Côté hill, London, the elegant of Victorian architecture stood sting and strictly majestic. Mr. Hampton's office, a well-respected lawyer in his area, was nestled in one of these splendid buildings which spoke volumes about his achievement and polished reputation. Yet, on that day, the serene and quiet atmosphere has been shattered, as Ryan's mother leapt into the room with an air of indignation, her face flushed and her eyes ablaze. She's not the usual mother Mr. Hampton got to know over the years —she looked like a different person, and she wasn't concealing the anger visible on her face either. “Mr Hampton, did you or did you not inform me every single detail of my son's decision?” She blurted out before the lawyer could stand and acknowledged her presence. For a moment, Mr. Hampton seemed to be taken aback by her sudden outburst, before he adjusts his leather bond armchair and calmly replied with an offer instead. “I see you are in no goo

Dwayne smirked momentarily before a look of exasperation clouded his normal jovial features. As if the years had not been normally tumultuous enough, it seemed like 2020. The doctor's words rumbled around his mind, causing a twisting of sensation to grip deep within each of his stomach. Pregnant! The doctor has said that his sister, Ciara, was pregnant. Dwayne could scarcely believe his ear, feeling certain that some cruel joke was being played on him. If there is one thing he should doubt about Ciara, it was that she should find herself in a midst of an unplanned pregnancy. Throughout their childhood and the years wasted apart, he had never seen her with anything even remotely resembling a boyfriend. Consequently, news of her impending motherhood sent him a mixture of anger and disbelief bubbling to the surface, leaving Dwayne no choice than to confront her sister immediately. “Rumor had it that one needs a man to have fallen pregnant, Ciara.” He told her, sarcasm laced in his vo

Dusk settled upon the bustling city, casting a veil of tranquility over the chaos of life. Ryan was in his luxurious office on the top floor of an impressive skyscraper, poring over a stark of papers. He had been tirelessly working on the high stake project for months now, but he couldn't shake the gnawing feeling that something was amiss.Consternation cause through him, leaving him with a perpetual and inexplicable sense of incompetence that refuses to be suppressed —as the feeling seems to be growing more intense with in him.Just as the powerful sun pours its golden radiance over the horizon in the morning, Ryan would pour his time and energy into work. The company he had long nurtured bore testament to his dedication as it bloomed like roses on gull bloom.Yet despite having shouldered a ceaseless cacophony of responsibilities, Ryan's heart remained in total disarray. The void within him was hungrily engulfing him in all consuming darkness, throwing him into nothing but total con

Seeing the dept of her son's anguish tore at Ryan's mother's heartstrings, as she sought to mend the tattered remain of their family. Since she was left with only one option, which propelled with a burning desire to bring her son's happiness back, she embarked on a mission to find the elusive Ciara.Despite the trepidation gnawing at her, she knew she had to begin her search, in the last place she wished to return to; the hospital she employed Ciara.All of this would have been avoidable if only Ryan did not propose for a divorce, Ciara would still be his wife and she herself wouldn't be facing the humiliation of going back to the hospital.Ryan's mother couldn't help but wonder if at all Ciara would be ready to give her audience. Thinking it through, part of it all was Ciara's fault, she shouldn't have left, even with how Ryan threatened her with the divorce papers.On second thought, Ciara must have had her concrete reasons for leaving without traces, disappearing into the dark nigh

The silence that enveloped them was deafening as the tension was rising quickly. Anne was staring defiantly at her husband, who was not ready to give her whatever thing she had asked him for —precisely, a reply.The silent treatment she got from him instead of a reply annoyed her to the core, her anger was ready to burst as it surged through her veins —why would he keep mute instead of a reply, this was the vexed question she asked herself?She was forced to ask him how he dared to ignore her question, but she holds herself. However, she was unable to hold it for long, at last, she speaks, breaking the long and tensed silence that suddenly envelop them.“Why aren't you saying anything, Ryan?” Anne hissed out in frustration. Her voice was slowly rising to its peak as it was laced with demand and as cold as an ice.“Why am I not saying anything?” Ryan forced himself not to let the sarcasm reflect in his tone as he repeated her question, slightly irritated by it. “Is that even supposed t