Todos os capítulos de For The Rest Of Our Lives: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

There was something about her that drew him in like a magnet. She was all he could think about. As the rain poured down outside, he tried to shake the thoughts from his head, but they kept coming back. Her drenched body, her wet hair, her smile. He felt the heat rising in his body, and he knew he had to get away from her.He tried to play it cool when she took off her wet shirt. But seeing her like that made him feel things he had never felt before. His mind started racing, and he felt his body temperature rising. He had to get out of there. He knew he had to leave the room before he did something he would regret.He excused himself from her room, saying he needed to freshen up. As soon as he closed the door, he leaned against it, trying to catch his breath. He didn't know what to do. He had never felt this way before. All he knew was that he had to figure out what was going on, and fast. What is happening to me? Why am I feeling this way? He said in his thoughts."Althea," he whisper

“I want you to get married to my son if you ever want your father to be released!” Mr Carter uttered the very words that would end up turning my life around.“Again with this joke?” I asked in confusion."You really think I'm joking?" Mr. Carter asked, an amused look on his face."It's got to be a joke, right?" I said, my voice shaking with uncertainty, still not quite able to process what he was saying.Mr. Carter's expression didn't change. "It's no joke," he said matter-of-factly. "I'm completely serious."I was stunned. This couldn't be happening. But Mr. Carter's tone and demeanor left no room for doubt. I felt my stomach drop. This was no joke. My mother and I were caught in the middle of something we didn't understand and we had no idea what to do next."What do you want from us?" my mother asked, her voice breaking. "Why are you doing this?""I want something that is very important to me," Mr. Carter said. "I can't tell you what it is, but I can assure you that it's worth your

"I'm going to run away," I said, my voice full of conviction. "I have to get out of here. I have to get away from all of this.""But running away is a very drastic step," she said, a note of concern in her voice. "It could have serious consequences. Are you sure that's what you want to do?""I know it's a big decision," I said, my mind made up. "But I don't see any other way out. I have to save myself, no matter the cost!”“Fleeing from this marriage won't help the situation at hand, Althea.” Kathryn advised.“Then what do you think I should do? Because I cannot and will not give up on my relationship with Timothy!” I said vehemently."You don't have to give up on your relationship with Timothy," she said, her voice gentle and soothing. "There are other ways to handle this situation, ways that don't involve running away or giving up on the people you love. Sometimes the most beautiful things can happen when we keep our hearts open to the possibilities."Her words struck a chord in my h

The week leading up to the wedding passed by in a blur. My mother had been inconsolable after the phone call with Mr. Carter, but she eventually pulled herself together and began planning the wedding. We had to find a way to tell everyone the news - that I was getting married, and that my groom wouldn't be there. It was even harder to tell Bella, my younger sister, but we managed to do it. Some people were excited, others confused, and others just seemed worried for me. We told them all and handed out the invitation cards. Bella, on the other hand, was excited.It was hard to tell Timothy the news, but I knew I couldn't put it off any longer. I couldn't bear to see the hurt in his eyes, and I knew that telling him would break my heart. In the end, it was Kathryn who told him, while I cowered in my house, unable to face him. I felt like a coward, and the guilt weighed heavily on my shoulders.The media had gotten wind of the situation, and I was horrified to see headlines calling me "Th

ALTHEA'S POVAfter all these years of pain and sorrow, one would think that my family would have found some semblance of peace. But with the impending wedding, I felt nothing but dread. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but it felt more like we were stuck in a place of grief, unable to move forward.I lay on my bed, dreading the moment when I'd have to leave the room and face the reality of the situation. Who would walk me down the aisle? My father was out of the question - he has been kidnapped a week ago and is yet to be found. My brother, who had always been my rock, was gone too - taken by a car accident days after his birthday. The thought of walking down the aisle alone, without either of them by my side, was almost too much to bear.As for my groom, I knew he wouldn't be there. There was no way he'd show up, he would never come. And if he did, it would surely be a sign of the apocalypse.Downstairs, my sister Bella and my mother were greeting the guests as they arrived.