What fate awaited Sarah and Philip? Who bore the responsibility for instigating their divorce?
Sarah I smirked as I watched Philip's eyes widen in disbelief, though I allowed indifference to settle within me as we reunited after a year of lost communication. With a deft flick, I transferred the car key into the waiting hand of Amir's head secretary, Rey. Philip's stunned expression momentarily froze him in place, delaying his advance towards me. But before he could gather his wits, his team diverted his attention, providing me the perfect opening to vanish into the shadows of departure. With determined steps, I made my way toward the dome's exit, the weight of Philip's presence looming behind me like a relentless shadow. We traversed the hallway, a forbidden corridor reserved solely for the elite racers of the day, where only a scattering of staff dared to tread. "Sarah!" His voice pierced the air. ‘Sht!’ Without a backward glance, I instinctively sought refuge in the shadows near the staircase, holding my breath to evade detection. "Where the hell is that woman?!
Sarah As I looked at Bronn, a small doubt crept into my thoughts. Could he be the one to make me feel loved and complete? The promise I had silently made to myself, urging me to seek love and companionship. But even with these doubts, I felt a strong sense of urgency. Time was slipping away, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that I needed to act quickly amidst the uncertainty that clouded my mind. He's thirty-three, the same age as— I must halt my thoughts there! I'm seething with frustration! Jakob's text message has triggered my whirlwind of thoughts about my utterly insane ex-husband. "Can you at least muster a smile for a moment? Your demeanor is making me feel ancient!" Grandpa Mitchell chastised me as if my usual stoicism was unfamiliar to him. "Grandpa, please refrain from scolding Sarah," Bronn interjected. My grandpa emitted a frustrated huff. "Please disregard Grandpa's earlier comment. I'm here to discuss business and nothing else," Bronn stated. "I'll
Sarah Two distinct objectives drove my journey to Henderson. Firstly, to advance our thriving partnership with BM Technologies. Secondly, to partake in the jubilant festivities marking Amir's engagement. Jessica's family lives in Henderson. Months ago, they had arranged their wedding, but the bitch encountered an issue with her cosmetic surgery. After meeting her in Dubai, she decided to undergo a Brazilian butt lift surgery and a breast augmentation to achieve the hourglass figure she desired for her wedding photos. However, her recovery didn't proceed as smoothly as expected. Concerned about looking foolish in the wedding photos, Jessica decided to postpone the wedding for another year. Lost in concentration in the room provided by BM Technologies for myself and Jakob, I hardly noticed the passing time as my fingers flew across the keyboard, applying the application codes to the platform. I must complete this task as soon as possible. Suddenly, a knock on my desk interrupte
Philip Sarah, my ex-wife, is now entangled with Bronn Martin. From Amir Benner to a computer software developer, she seems to have a penchant for wealthy men, a fact that stirs a deep-seated fury within me. She still retains a youthful allure, with her sophisticated, wavy brown hair cascading down her back. It struck me that she is now twenty-three, no longer the young teenager who once stood beside me in marriage. Her skin seemed to radiate under the gentle washroom lighting, and she was draped in a seductive dark dress that tempted sinful thoughts. "I've been trying to locate you for a year. After hiding away in Dubai, I never anticipated finding you here. I even resorted to financial means, yet received no leads. Are you growing weary of Amir Benner now that he's set to marry, thus turning your attention to Bronn Martin?" I questioned sharply. Sarah's expression remained impassive as she washed her hands, her response devoid of emotion. "I no longer have ties to you, Mr. Co
Sarah I'm seething at Philip's remarks, clenching my fist in frustration. The audacity of this despicable man! Despite being with Megan, he had the nerve to disrespect me, shamelessly stealing a kiss. I despise this tumultuous storm raging within me! The longing persists! The mere touch of Philip's breath, the tender caress of his fingers upon the wineglass, every fleeting glance sends shockwaves through my very essence, threatening to unravel me completely! Yet, I must remind myself of the pain he caused, both to me and our child. I must replace any lingering affection with seething anger. "Are you alright, Sarah?" Bronn's concerned voice breaks through my thoughts as we leave the restaurant. "I'm fine. I'll head back to the suite. See you tomorrow," I reply, masking my turmoil. Philip and Megan exit ahead of us in a whirlwind of tension, with Megan practically throwing a tantrum. The sight of her jealousy and irritation ignites a wicked pleasure within me, especially w
Sarah I've been considering since earlier that we shouldn't run into any problems with BM Technologies, but it didn't make sense if Megan wanted to undermine both Jakob and me. What I really need to contemplate is who's orchestrating all of this. A figure rose from among Philip's team, wearing a plain button-up shirt. Without hesitation, he voiced, "Isn't this strategy you're proposing considered cheating? Are you intending to replace the tool initially selected by Luminary Productions?" "Selected?" I echoed his words. "Yes, just so you're aware, I'm the project manager for this movie project. I'm intimately familiar with the process, having been involved in the selection of the five options. President Cornell entrusted me with this project, and naturally, I prefer to avoid any potential embarrassment." A smirk formed at the corner of my lips. "In that case, may I inquire when the Holoforge was selected?" He glanced briefly at Megan, his tone tinged with annoyance as he re
Sarah My breaths came in shallow gasps, struggling to fill my lungs. Why did I leave my medication in my bag? Regret gnawed at me as I entrusted everything to Jakob and silently made my way to our office to retrieve my medicine bottle. Taking a moment to steady myself, I acknowledged the need for a consultation back in Dubai. The tightness in my chest had become alarmingly frequent since last night. Gathering my composure, I proceeded down the corridor leading to the restroom. As I walked, muffled voices reached my ears, drawing my attention. Peering behind the corner, I observed Megan and Mr. Steele deep in conversation, their tones subdued as if trying to conceal their words from prying ears. "Ms. Megan, what about my job? I'm certain Boss Philip will remove me from the project," Ethan Steele's voice trembled with emotion. I became increasingly convinced that they were conspiring! The project manager added, "You told me this was a directive from Boss Philip, so I t
Philip "Are you Ms. Mitchell's husband?" Mrs. Henderson, a woman in her sixties, inquired, her brow furrowed. It was only noon, and Alex and I found ourselves here after discovering that Sarah had rented apartment number 5 near BM Technologies. "Yes," I confirmed to Mrs. Henderson. "I didn't know Ms. Mitchell was married," she remarked, seeming surprised. "She informed me that we were to stay here for a month, assuming I'd be departing Highland Hills next week to join her. I intended to surprise her by arriving today," I explained. Naturally, it's a lie! Even if I were to apply pressure to Sarah's nose, she wouldn't disclose her whereabouts. Nevertheless, I find comfort in the belief that she's alone and not lodging at the Martins' mansion or Amir Benner's residence. Despite my reassurances, Mrs. Henderson's scrutinizing gaze made me wonder if she doubted my intentions. "I'll call Ms. Mitchell to make sure. You know I can't just hand over the keys to someone I haven't