"I know this is a lot to take in," Andrew said, "but we need to figure out what to do next. We can't just sit here and do nothing. We need to take action, and we need to do it quickly. The longer we wait, the harder this will be on everyone involved."Carmela nodded, her mind racing. "What are my options?" she asked.Andrew took a deep breath. "There are a few different paths we could take," he said. "I can help you explore all of them. But first, we need to answer one crucial question.""What do you want?" Andrew asked. "What outcome do you want from all of this? What's your end goal?"Carmela thought for a moment. "I want my kids to be safe and happy," she said. "I want them to have a stable, loving home. I don't want them to be caught up in a legal battle. I don't want them to be hurt by any of this."Andrew nodded. "That's a good place to start," he said. "Now, let's talk about how we can get there.""I think the best thing we can do is talk to Max," Andrew said. "We need to hear h

There, sitting at a table in the middle of the restaurant, were Max and Nichole. They looked happy, laughing and talking as they sipped their wine. Carmela felt the color drain from her face, and her heart started pounding in her chest. How could they be here? She thought. What are they doing?Max looked up and saw her standing there, his eyes widening in surprise. "Carmela," he said, standing up. "What are you doing here?"Carmela tried to keep her composure, determined not to let Max and Nichole see how much this was affecting her. "I'm not here for you," she said, addressing Max directly. "And I'm not interested in your personal life. Please, just enjoy your meal and leave me alone."As she spoke, she felt Pedro's hand move to her hand, gently squeezing it. "Come on, babe, do you know them?" he said, giving her a reassuring smile. "Let's go get a drink."She looked at him, unsure of what to do.“Ohh, sorry. This is Max, my ex-husband and my Best friend Nichole. They’re get married

Carmela took a deep breath, willing herself to focus. She needed to be strong, for herself and for her kids. "I can do this," she said, her voice growing stronger. "What's the plan?"Andrew leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. "First, we need to get all the facts straight," he said. "I need you to tell me everything that happened between you and Max, from the beginning. Don't leave anything out, no matter how small or insignificant it seems. We need to know everything."Carmela took a deep breath and began to tell her story, starting from when she first met Max. She talked about their marriage, the birth of the twins, and their eventual divorce. She told him about the aftermath of the divorce, how she had been struggling to make ends meet. And finally, she told him about Max's sudden reappearance in her life, and his request for custody of the twins. She spoke for what felt like hours, reliving every painful moment. But finally, she was done.Andrew sat back in his chair, hi

Carmela left the school in a daze, her mind racing. She had never hit anyone before, and the fact that she had lost control scared her. But she was also relieved to have gotten her kids away from Nichole. As she drove home, she thought about the things Nichole had said. "I have to protect them," she thought, her hands gripping the steering wheel. "I can't let anything happen to them."When she got home, she was surprised to see that the house looked completely different. The damage from the kidnapper had been repaired, and everything looked brand new. "What on earth, happened here?" She was happy to the new look of her furnished house. At the door of her door front stood a man in a black suit and square glasses. The man turned out to be Andrew. Why was he here? “Andrew, surprise seeing you here.” Carmela looked flushed as her kids rushed past her into the house. “We need to speak.” He said, walking into the house. Carmela followed Andrew into the house, her heart pounding. She s

As Max continued to comfort Carmela, Pedro's expression darkened. He didn't like the idea of Max being there, comforting his friend. He knew that Max was Carmela's ex-husband, and he didn't want him to get close to her again. He was worried that Max would only cause more pain and confusion.Carmela sensed the tension between the two men, and she felt a wave of guilt. She knew that they both cared about her, and she didn't want them to fight. She wanted them to get along, for the sake of her own sanity.Carmela took a deep breath and turned to Max. "I appreciate you being here," she said, her voice steady. "But I also want to make sure that you and Pedro get along. You both mean a lot to me, and I don't want any bad blood between you."Max looked at her, his eyes softening. "Of course," he said, his voice gentle. "I respect Pedro, and I have no desire to cause any problems. I just want to make sure you're okay."Carmela reached out and touched Max's arm, her eyes pleading. "Please, Max,