"Scarlett's point of view,"I am on the verge of a breaking point. I've had enough of this pain. Every morning when I got out of bed, I begged God for death. Because the simple way to end all this suffering is to die. He made my life complete misery. Every day at four in the morning, I awoke and did all the household duties. I finished washing, cooked breakfast, and cleaned his house before he got up. I have to arrive at work by 8 a.m. He disgraced me in front of the other staff members if I was even a few minutes late. He treated me like a donkey the entire day and gave me a ton of work, and when I got home at night, I found him sitting at the dinner table. He was always finding reasons to berate me. His mistress assaulted me without provocation, and he did nothing to stop her. It's as if he doesn't care that I exist. Everything changed with that single fake DNA test report. My stomach aches keep me from falling asleep at night. I have trouble falling asleep at night. Even if I w

"Scarlett's point of view,""Scarlet, how are you feeling now?" "Where are my children?" The doctor's face was the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes. "Tell me how you are feeling right now; they are fine." "I'm experiencing an abdominal ache. Because of the discomfort, I can not move my body." I told her how I was feeling. "Okay, Scarlet, take care of yourself. I'll check on you later." She started walking toward the door. "Where are my kids, doctor?" In a frightened voice, I questioned Scarlet; "Your husband took them." "What? How can he attack me like this? I am their mother. I have a right to see the face of my child. How could he take them without allowing me to even see their faces?" "He didn't even pay attention to us when we tried to stop him." She stared sympathetically at my face. "I'll have to give my milk to my infants since they'll be hungry. My breast is slurping up milk.""Scarlet, don't move your body too much, or you can bleed from your stitches.""

"Samuel's point of view,""Samuel, are you telling the truth?" "Yes, Clara; I overheard a staff member in my workplace mentioning that she had passed away.""Wow, what wonderful news! She suffers the results of her sins." Clara consumes the food that is on her plate. She is so happy about her death, but something is still indigestible with me. I still find it difficult to accept that she is no longer alive in this world. Why did I give her such a prominent place in my thoughts since she has not been a part of my life for a long time? "It's too late, Clara; let's go home." I checked the time by looking at my wristwatch. "Samuel, I want to enjoy it more. My friends are waiting for me at the club." "However, it is already midnight. I have a meeting early tomorrow morning with a foreign client; therefore, I must get to the workplace early in the morning." I attempted to explain my predicament to her. "I'm not expecting you to spend the entire night with me; you are welcome to go hom

"Samuel's point of view,""Samuel, just thinking about it makes me happy." At the child care center's entrance, she gave me a bear hug. "Anything for you, my love." I gave her a forehead kiss. When I left Elan and Elena in the care unit and exited the facility, they were sobbing uncontrollably. There is nothing else I can do. I must fulfill my wife's request, and every time I see them, I am reminded of Scarlett and her deceit. "We should enjoy this moment." I know what she wants now. She enjoyed every little thing in her life. She loves to party. "I'm sorry, Clara, not today. I have an important meeting.""What is this, Samuel? Why are you always engaged in work? You must take care of me since I am your wife. I seek your care and affection as well." She voiced her dissatisfaction to me. "I'm sorry, love, but I hardly have time for you because of my new projects." "Samuel, that's not good; every time I requested to go to a party with you, you always left me alone. I'm sick and w

"Samuel's point of view,"What the hell is going on? Why are there so many people surrounding my office building? After parking, I made my way into the madding mob. "What is happening, Mr. Joseph?" I turned to face the man who was in the center of the group. "We need our payment. Mr. Oscar, why haven't we received our money for the past three months?""What the heck? How is this even possible? I promptly released your payment." I stared at him in disbelief. "Oh, so you're saying that I'm deceiving you?" He yelled at me. He is not alone; some other labor union members and media representatives are with him. "We can talk in my office if you have any issues." I would like to punch that individual in the face, but I don't have much strength left. "Okay, Mr. Oscar. I'm willing to talk to you, but until I receive full payment, I won't end this strike." He made me feel threatened. "Okay, let's go." I inhaled deeply. "So, Mr. Joseph, tell me what the problem is. As you can see, I'v