Lahat ng Kabanata ng For The Rest Of Our Lives: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Mr. Wilson's smirk was chilling as he looked at Mrs. Melissa, his eyes full of malice. "I guess you don't need to tell them, since they already know," he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "Thanks for being so loud."Without another word, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson turned and walked out of the building, their car waiting for them in the parking lot. As they drove away, the silence that followed was deafening. Mrs. Melissa looked around at the guests, all of whom were staring at her, waiting for an explanation.Despite the news already reaching the guests in the backyard, Mrs. Melissa decided to address them herself. She walked out to the altar, a microphone in hand. The garden was beautifully decorated for the wedding, despite the lack of time. The soft music playing in the background, along with the buzz of conversation from the guests, created a calm and soothing atmosphere.Mrs. Melissa cleared her throat and spoke into the microphone, her voice clear and steady. "I have some news

"Althea, what do you mean?" Mrs. Ruiz asked, her voice shaking with worry. "What are you going to do?" the ever-so silent Mrs Ruiz finally spoke up as she sat upright. "Just give me your phone," Althea said, her voice pleading but her eyes dark and stormy.Mrs. Ruiz hesitated, her hands tightening around her phone. "Althea, what are you planning to do?" Kathryn asked, her voice filled with trepidation.Everyone in the room was curious, anxious to know what Althea was planning. They had all seen her in action before, and they knew that she was not one to be taken lightly. She was the type of person who always got what she wanted, no matter the cost."Give me your phone," Althea said, her voice firm and unyielding. "You'll all find out soon enough."Mrs. Ruiz hesitated, her hands clutching her phone tightly. But she knew that Althea wouldn't back down, and that whatever she had planned was likely to be explosive. "Fine," she said, holding out her phone. "But please, Althea, I'm beggin

The Sobreranos knew that the situation was quickly getting out of control, and they didn't know what to do. Should they intervene, or would that only make things worse? As they debated what to do, they realized that the best thing might be to stay silent and watch, hoping that somehow the situation would resolve itself. But Kathryn couldn't help but feel the urge to help Althea, no matter the cost. She couldn't believe the change she had seen in her friend."I begged your father not to send Matthew to rehab," Mrs. Ruiz said, her voice breaking with emotion. "I knew he wasn't on drugs. I tried to convince your dad to let him take a drug test to prove his innocence, but he refused. And when he left for rehab, I had a terrible feeling in my gut. A feeling that I couldn't shake. I should have done more, I should have tried harder to stop him. And now, he's gone. I will always wonder if I could have done something different, if I could have saved him. And now I have to live with that guilt

"Go away, Kathryn! I won't open the door!" Althea shouted, her voice full of anger and fear. She could hear Kathryn's muffled voice on the other side of the door, but she refused to listen to her."Althea!" Kathryn yelled, banging on the door again. "You can't just ignore me like this! Please, I need to talk to you!""I don't want to talk to you!" Althea snapped, her hands trembling as she held onto the doorknob. There was a sudden, sharp knock on the window."Who's there?" Althea whispered, her heart pounding in her chest. She slowly turned towards the window, her hand trembling as she reached out to draw the curtains back. She felt her breath catch in her throat as she saw a face staring back at her from the other side of the glass. It was Timothy.She let out a gasp, her hand flying to her mouth in shock."Althea..." he said, his voice low and urgent. "Please, you have to let me in!" Timothy said, his eyes wide with fear. "I need to talk to you, and I don't have much time."Althea

Timothy pulled up in his uncle's driveway, which was technically the front yard. He turned off the car, let out a deep sigh, and turned to Althea. "Wait right here," he said, his hands still on the steering wheel.Althea didn't like the idea of being alone. "But where are you going?" she asked."Just wait right here," Timothy said, running his hands through his hair. "I need to do some checking with my uncle, to make sure everything is in order before you come in."Althea still felt uncomfortable. "But..." she started to protest."But nothing," Timothy said, reaching for Althea's face and cupping it in his hands. "I promise I won't be long. I'll be back before you can say...Maya Redfield""Maya Redfield," Althea finished, trying to prove him wrong."That's not how it goes," Timothy said with a light chuckle."Then how does it go?" Althea asked, slowly reaching out to cup his face in her hands.Timothy leaned in close. "Like this," he whispered, and their lips met in a passionate kiss.