A gentle breeze is blowing through the trees, and the air is filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods. Sarah is sitting next to Carmela, while the twins are happily playing with their toys. Pedro is sitting across from Carmela, watching her intently as she sips her coffee. He's trying to figure out how to win her over, but she's not giving him any clues."So, how's Max doing these days?" Pedro asked, his tone casual but his eyes fixed on Carmela. As the words left his lips, Carmela felt a wave of nausea hit her. She coughed, trying to hide her discomfort. She took a sip of her coffee, willing herself to remain calm. "I don't know, and I don't want to know," she replied, her voice shaking slightly. She could feel Sarah's gaze on her, and she knew her friend was worried about her. But she couldn't bring herself to speak about Max."Why are you asking me all these questions?" Carmela said, her voice rising slightly. "I thought I made it clear that Max kidnapped

Carmela's head was spinning. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Max, her ex-husband, could be facing criminal charges? It was all too much to take in. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on Sarah's words. "Are you sure about this?" she asked, her voice hoarse. "Where did you hear this?"Sarah looked her straight in the eye. "I have a friend who's an attorney, and he heard about the investigation through the grapevine," she said. "I'm not sure how credible the information is, but I thought you should know about it."Carmela jumped up from the table, her chair scraping against the floor. "I need to go," she said, her voice shaking. "I need to talk to Max." She grabbed her purse and headed for the door, not even stopping to say goodbye to Sarah and Andrew. She burst out of the cafe and hailed a cab, giving the address of Max's house. As the cab sped through the city, Carmela's mind was racing. What if the rumors were true? What if Max was really in trouble?Carmela coul

After listening to the stupid talk of the security man, Nichole composed herself and walked past the security guard, her determination overpowering any doubts that might had been lingering in her heart. As she entered the grand mansion, she was immediately awestruck by its opulence and extravagance. The marble floors glimmered beneath her feet, and the sound of her heels echoed through the empty hallway.A butler appeared from the shadows, his perfectly pressed suit and impeccable demeanor giving away the years of experience he had in serving the wealthy. "Welcome, Mrs. Atom," he greeted her with a warm smile. "Mr. Atom is expecting you. May I show you to his study?"Nichole nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She followed the butler down the elegant corridors, taking in the grand art pieces and luxurious furniture that adorned the mansion. She wondered how different her life could have been if she hadn’t fallen in love with wealth and power instead of Max.Finally, they arrived

Carmela's heart was pounding in her chest as Max leaned in closer. His dark eyes were locked on hers, and she felt herself being drawn in, unable to look away. Her cheeks flushed as he brought his lips closer to hers, and she could feel her whole body tingling with anticipation. As their lips met, she felt a jolt of electricity run through her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. His lips were soft and gentle, but firm and insistent. She felt like she was floating on air, and all she could focus on was the feeling of his lips on hers.As Max continued to kiss her, Carmela's body relaxed against him. All the tension and worry she had been carrying with her seemed to melt away, and she felt herself sinking into the moment. For a brief moment, all her problems and worries disappeared. All she could focus on was the feeling of Max's lips on hers, and the warmth of his body against hers. A tear rolled down her cheek as she surrendered herself to the kiss, letting h

The next morning, Carmela woke up feeling anxious and restless. She missed her kids so much, and she was worried about how they were doing. But she didn't want to worry Max, so she kept her thoughts to herself. She got dressed and went downstairs to the sitting room, where she found Max painting. The canvas was covered in bold, vibrant colors, and the scene he was painting was full of life and movement.Carmela stood for a moment, watching him work. He was so absorbed in his art that he didn't even notice her."Good morning," Carmela said softly, breaking the silence. Max looked up, startled, then smiled when he saw her. He came over and kissed her on the forehead. "Good morning, love," he said. "Did you sleep well?""I did," Carmela replied, smiling back at him. "What are you working on?""Oh, just a little project I'm doing for fun," Max said, gesturing at the canvas. "I thought I'd redesign the house a bit, with your help, of course.”Carmela smiled and picked up a brush and st