Tous les chapitres de : Chapitre 121 - Chapitre 130

Meera~The woolen thread slid smoothly between my fingers as the needles clicked together in a quiet rhythm, each stitch weaving my thoughts into the fabric.With each weave of thread, my tears rolled down from my eyes. Am I that invincible? That he didn't even look for me?I get it, he was angry, but he left me alone. Maybe I really am forgettable. Maybe he really didn't need me in that moment because Charlotte was doing my job perfectly.The chill gust slapped against my body, I shuddered, but at this moment this breeze felt more comforting than that loneliness creeping inside me.The party was still in full swing because I could hear the sound of music while gazing at the swan in the lake.Where was its partner? Maybe it left the other one alone. My eyes brimmed with tears as I saw it moving around the lake alone in the dark night.Maybe it will die alone one day out of longing for a partner. Or maybe in the grief of losing one and being left alone in the end."Why didn't you come?

Meera~I finally feel like I made it to the seventh month. My child is growing inside me safe and healthy. Only three months, then my Abigail will be in my arms.I don't know about her dad, but for me she will be my priority. My number one. I will tell her stories about her uncle Ian.Ian would have been so happy if he were here with me. He would have loved Abigail like his own. She would have been his little star.He would have protected her, would have done the job of my daughter's dad.I wonder if he was just pretending to love this child. Maybe he was, because if he had loved our baby, he would have been available for us.I feel like my marriage has come to the point where the thread tying us together can break anytime.He spends his day and night in his company, and when he comes home, his ex-fiancée demands his attention, so he puts me backstage to be with her.No, he has not abandoned me or anything. He still looks at me with those blue orbs full of yearning. But I am not his p

Charlotte ~ I saw Mom's expression changing from happiness to scared to heartbreak. She gripped the phone tightly in her hands and a muffled sob escaped from her mouth. She sat on the bed and sob after sob escaped from her mouth. I watched her break down. What had happened to her? Just a moment ago she was happy that Meera called her and now? I placed my hand on her shoulder. "Mom--." She looked at me, her lips trembling, and she hugged me. Fear settled inside my heart. "Meera's baby was stillborn." A shiver rolled down my spine and I let out a rugged breath. No. This is not possible. I had just left her this morning and Andrew said the baby was recovering. No, this can't be happening."I am going to the hospital, Charlotte." She left instantly, leaving me alone. I grabbed my phone and called Andrew."Don't ever call me again, Charlotte. I have nothing to do with you anymore." He cut the call, his tone was harsh. He had never talked to me that way. The phone slipped from my hand

Meera~I stared at the happy family. A man, a woman and a baby. But there is a twist. The man is my husband and that's his illegitimate child. And that woman was his ex-fiancee. But where do I fit in? I don't see myself in his little family anymore. I don't fit in between them. I have become the third person in my own marriage.They had brought the new baby home after two days and Abram hasn't left her since. He wasn't saying anything, just glued her to his chest.So, his grief was just for a few weeks. Wow, Abram you didn't even waste a single minute before coming out of your grief. Her small cries echoed in the living area and my heart skipped a beat. A tear escaped from my eye. Such a beautiful melody it was. If my Abby was alive she would have cried like this. And her father would have cooed her, coddled her against his chest just like that. A weird pain erupted in my chest. I can't see this. It wasn't supposed to be like this. My daughter was supposed to be here too.I walked

Abram~The sting of the slap was fierce. I bit my inner cheek. Rage. I felt rage. "How could you give my daughter's name to your dau--" I slammed my lips against her, shutting her stupid whining. I twisted her hair in my hold, earning a painful shriek from her. I took her lower lip in between my teeth and bit on it hard. I pulled back to look into her eyes and they matched the same rage and intensity. I crashed my mouth against hers again and pushed her against the wall, pinning her hands above her head. I kissed her aggressively, biting, nipping on those still soft petals. I pushed myself against her, grinding against her core, causing her to moan in my mouth. It only fueled my desire to fuck her senseless and forget everything.I pulled away to breathe and to let her breathe . "You forgot my daughter --" I grabbed her neck and squeezed it not hard enough to choke her. Her accusations are fueling my rage only. I am done with her accusations. Enough of her bullshit. I lifted he