The wedding day dawned bright and cheerful, with a fresh, crisp air that filled the lungs with joy. The scent of blooming flowers and newly cut grass wafted through the grounds, creating a sweet and inviting aroma. Who would have thought that Emily was going to be marrying the man she had mistakenly kissed at a bar when she was sober? Emily, resplendent in her stunning white wedding gown, beamed with happiness as she prepared to walk down the aisle. Her mother, seated in a wheelchair, smiled proudly, her eyes shining with tears of joy.Her lips spoke to Emily, “You look very pretty,” then she blew kisses to which Emily frantically collected. The gathering was a vibrant mix of friends, family, and loved ones, all united in their celebration of Luke and Emily's love. Emily's thoughts momentarily drifted to her best friend Lisa, who had been absent from her life since the accident years ago. She wished Lisa could be there to share in her happiness, but she was grateful for the life
As evening descended, the reception came alive with warmth. The air was cool and crisp, under a tenth of a clear sky, where yellow lamps hung like twinkling stars, casting a soft glow over the celebration grounds. The center of the room was filled with the gentle hum of laughter and a piece of slow music playing in the background. The guest swayed to the rhythm, their steps graceful and carefree. Ava, resplendent in her white gown, sat relaxed, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she took in the scene before her. She felt even more calmer. Her mind didn’t think of anything from this occasion. Her hand cradled a delicate cup, her fingers wrapped around it with a grace that belied the happiness bubbling inside her. She raised the cup to her lips, took a slight sip, and then gulped, her eyes sparkling with joy. The music swelled, and the crowd's laughter grew louder, but Ava's gaze remained fixed on the dance floor, her heart filled with love. She was basking in the warmt
After the wedding, Luke had arranged a luxurious hotel suite for their honeymoon. It was located in the middle of the city. Now, Ava was seated in the bedroom, changing into a comfortable dress, when Luke staggered in, his eyes glassy from too much celebration. “You’re here?” Ava looked up at the lamp beside her to where Luke relaxed on the wall. "Luke, you're wasted! How much did you have to drink exactly?" Luke leaned forward and back trying to stand properly. His eyes slurring."I'm not drunk, I'm just... happy." He said but looking at him from Ava’s standpoint, he was wasted. Even more sexy than his usual form. His hair was wet and scattered, his shirt free from his waist and a bottle in his right hand. Surely he looked like a drunkard. “How happy are you exactly?” Ava stood to approach him where he was. Her eyes were on him. Luke didn’t move but as this woman kept closing the distance between them, he could feel his heart rising and screaming danger. "Happy? You can ba
“Madam,” Stanley called out with a bow and approached her where she stood, her arms crossed. “What are you doing here?” Ava looked around, her face unyielding. “I’m sure Luke sent you?” Ava was certain. She had even seen him planting a tracker on the car Luke was going to give her as a gift before the wedding. She had been observing Luke without his notice and to think she was a fool, she had to drag Stanley this far from the mansion and Luke so she could have a conversation with him, without anyone knowing. “What are you doing here ma’am? This place is not safe for you to be at.” Instead of a reply, he tried to evade. Foolish for him not to know that Ava was steps ahead. All her plans to take revenge were in play. There was no one going to stop her from doing it, only herself. So if he was going to play dumb, he should think of a better idea. “I asked a question and you have not answered yet. What are you doing here, Stanley? Did Luke send you?” She asked again, this tim
“You’re married?”Mia scoffed, “When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?” She glared at Luke but he was finding it difficult to reply just a simple question. “Em…” Luke scratched the back of his head nervously.“And you are? You keep asking my husband questions when you haven’t replied to me yet.” Ava stepped in, trying to back Luke up.“Sorry, for the unwelcome intrusion.” She apologized, bowing her head slightly. “I’m Mia Santiago, Luke’s Ex.” She had to mention the part that she was Luke’s Ex. This spites Ava even more. Her hands outstretched to receive Ava’s hands, they both maintained a furious glare. Luke immediately jumped in between. “Mia, let's talk outside.” He said, pulling her along as Ava watched them exit. Now, Ava was left with Stanley in the room, his head bent. Ava sluggishly looked up to him, saying, “Haven’t told him yet?”“Hmm..” Stanley mouthed, his head easing up. “About my whereabouts…last night…” Ava's eyes narrowed. She wanted to know how trustworthy
Ava walked towards the East Beach Cafe, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the salty air filling her lungs. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the bustling cafe. She navigated through the crowd, her eyes scanning the patio area for a familiar face. That's when she saw her - Mia Santiago, Luke's ex, waving her hands cheerfully in the air, catching Ava's attention.As Ava approached, Mia's smile stretched wide, and she extended her hand for a handshake."Hey, Ava! Thanks for meeting me," Mia said, her voice bubbly.Ava shook her hand, her curiosity piqued. "Mia, why did you want to meet up?" she asked directly, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Did Luke know of this?” Mia's expression faltered for a moment, a hint of dissatisfaction crossing her face. "Can we grab a cup of tea and talk? Please?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation.Ava nodded, and they walked towards the cafe, the tension between them palpable. What did Mia want
The atmosphere in the room became heavy with tension. Mia could sense Ava's struggle, but she couldn't ignore the hurt that Ava could bring to Luke. She wanted to help Ava find a solution, but she also wanted to protect Luke from further pain.Ava could tell that Mia was frustrated with her, and she felt ashamed for causing anyone such distress. She knew that her actions were wrong, but she was caught in a web of her own making and didn't know how to get out.Ava took a deep breath and said, "If I were to divorce Luke, it would hurt him even more, Mia. I'm trying to avoid that."Mia's expression turned resolute. "So…you’d continue staying married to him, then. For his sake."Ava nodded, her eyes locked onto Mia's. "I understand. And don't worry, Mia. I have everything under control."Mia's gaze lingered, searching for any sign of deception. Then, she sighed defeated, her shoulders slumping. "If you hurt him, Ava... don't blame me for what I'll do to you."The threat hung in the air,
At the Timberlakes' mansion, Amelia and Jackson arrived for an evening meal, a rare occurrence for Jackson, who had never ventured here during his marriage to Emily. However, with Amelia by his side, he made occasional appearances. As they entered the opulent sitting room, they found Mr. Timberlake seated in his favorite armchair, a cold grin spreading across his face.Before them, a man groveled on the floor, his hands clasped together in a desperate plea. "Please, Mr. Timberlake, forgive me! I don't have the money yet to pay back what I owe!"Mr. Timberlake's gaze remained fixed on the man, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "You should have thought of that before you borrowed from me, Marcus. Now, you'll have to face the consequences."Amelia's eyes widened in discomfort, while Jackson's expression turned grim. He had witnessed Mr. Timberlake's ruthless dealings before, but it never got easier to watch.As they stood there, the atmosphere thickened, heavy with tension and th