As Mr. Wood watched his wife sleeping peacefully, he found himself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. In a soft, remorseful voice, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Natalie. I'm sorry." With a heavy heart, he stepped into the bathroom, his reflection staring back at him in the mirror.
Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotions, he began to cry, tears streaming down his face as he confronted the weight of his regrets and mistakes. The sound of his sobs echoed in the bathroom as he sat in the chilled bathtub, allowing his tears to flow, as if washing away the burden of his remorse and the pain he had caused and was about to cause…………………………At breakfast-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Adorned in matching Fashion Nova attire for breakfast, he chose a crisp combination of white jeans, a sea-blue top, and white sneakers, while his wife gracefully flaunted a sea-blue flowery dress paired with white slippers and a chic bag. Her hair was elegantly brushed back, revealing the allure of her captivating blue eyes.Seated in the upscale VIP dining area, exclusively reserved for the hostel's elite guests, they prepared to order. A courteous staff member approached, "Sir-Madam, could you kindly mark the list with the food you desire? Your selections will be promptly brought to you." Mr. Wood and his wife expressed their gratitude and proceeded to mark their preferences.As they eagerly anticipated their meal, a waitress in a sleek black suit extended a warm greeting, "Enjoy your starter while they bring your food."While savoring their starter, Mr. Wood's attention was drawn to a lady across the breakfast hall. Clad in a striking red dress and using a newspaper as a makeshift shield, she seemed to be trying to remain inconspicuous. Their eyes locked, and she sent a blown kiss his way."Brindle," Mr. Wood whispered in his mind, a hint of discomfort clouding his expression. Sensing the shift in her husband's mood, Mrs. Wood turned to follow his gaze and gently touched his hand. Concerned, she inquired, "Is everything alright?""Y-yeah," Mr. Wood replied with a faint smile, attempting to reassure his wife, and then resumed his focus on the starter.A message popped up on his screen, prompting Mr. Wood to swiftly pick up his phone from the table. The message read, "Hey baby, meet me in room number 202, second floor," increasing his discomfort.After a moment's pause, he stood up from his seat, gave his wife a quick kiss, and walked away, leaving her behind. "Sure," she replied with a smile, adding, "Be good."Hurriedly, Mr. Wood walked and entered the elevator that ascended to the second floor. He swiftly knocked on the door of room 202, and in an instant, the door swung open. Before him stood a beautiful lady clad in lingerie, her hair elegantly tied back. "Hey baby," she greeted, leaping in for a kiss. Mr. Wood, however, gently pushed her inside, entered the room, and closed the door behind him."What do you think you're doing, Brindle?" he questioned sternly. "Do you want someone to see us?""I don't care if someone sees us, Richard," Brindle declared, moving closer to him. She showered him with kisses on the lips, ears, and neck, executing a catwalk before locking the door behind her. Returning to him, she held his hands and boldly asserted, "I'm soon going to be Mrs. Wood, so there's no problem if someone sees me." She kissed him again and provocatively took a seat on the bed.Mr. Wood, now facing away from her, voiced his anger, asking, "How did you even find out we're here, and why are you here, Brindle?" Brindle stood up, approached him from behind, and draped herself over him. "I have eyes everywhere, Richard," she replied. "Moreover, your baby wanted to see you." She moved to stand in front of him, cradling her tummy. "I miss you, Richard. We miss you," she expressed."Don't you miss us too?" she inquired, to which Mr. Wood responded, "I do, I do." Brindle persisted, "But you can't just come here, Richard. What if something happens to you? I can't live without you.""Tseee," Brindle mocked him by placing her palms on his mouth. "I'm here now, unharmed''. Our baby is fine too" Overcome with emotion, Mr. Wood lovingly hugged her, showering her with violent kisses on her mouth, cheeks, and everywhere. "Mmm, I miss you, Brindle," he groaned as he lifted her and carried her to bed.Mr. Wood's phone rang in the middle of their private moment. Without hesitation, Brindle quickly turned it off, tossed it away, and they resumed their intense connection.Disturbed by her husband's absence, Mrs. Wood sat at the table, untouched food before her, dialing his number repeatedly. The automated response echoed, "The number you're calling is currently switched off. Please try again later." Frustration etched across her face, she stood up and began to search, weaving through the surroundings in the hope of spotting him. She approached various individuals, asking if they had seen him, and dialed a few more numbers to inquire about his whereabouts.Worried and increasingly desperate, Mrs. Wood went back to their room, hoping to find her husband there, but it was empty. She then ventured to the second floor, calling his number again with no success. Descending to the first floor, she searched everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found.With growing concern, she traversed the resort, exploring the pool, cafe, bar center, and nearly every corner, yet she still couldn't locate him. The sense of unease deepened as the mystery of his whereabouts persisted.It’s been more than 7 hours and his husband hadn’t still returned, she sat quietly at their private pool upstairs in their room, called his number a few more times and it was still off, she didn’t know what to do, she sat there and sobbed…went to their room and picked his luggage and started to pack her things…….Abruptly waking from his sleep with a sense of urgency, Mr. Wood frantically searched for his phone, checking under the bed, sofa, and behind the curtains of the hotel room. Encountering Brindle amid her bath, he walked in, still in his underwear, and found her sipping wine in the bathtub. Reacting swiftly, he confiscated the glass, placing it on the table., you shouldn't be drinking, he said.........."Where is my phone, Brindle?" he urgently asked. "I'm asking you, where is my phone? My wife would be looking for me by now. Why didn't you call me, Brindle?"She continued with her bath and didn’t even utter a word………………………….Frustration etched on his face, he ran his hands through his hair and stormed out of the bathroom. Hastily dressing, he left the room in a hurry.Mr. Wood rushed towards his wife, noticing her holding luggage and other belongings, seemingly ready to leave. "Hey, hey," he said, taking her bags from her hands. "Where are you going?"She stepped back, folding her arms, and asked, "Where have you been?" looking directly into his eyes."I had to take care of something," he replied, turning away from his wife. "And why didn't you call or text me, Richard? I've been calling you all day, your phone was off," I was worried, she explained, showing him the numerous missed calls on her phone.He touched his pocket as if searching for his phone. "I don't know where I kept it," he mumbled, looking around as if he couldn't remember where he last saw his phone.Natalie approached him, noticing a scent, and questioned, "And why do you smell like a female?" She walked closer, touching his clothes and taking a whiff. "Me," he responded, backing away and smelling his shirt. "I don't know what you're talking about.""I mean, your clothes smell like another woman's, another person's perfume, a feminine smell, and I know it's not from me. I don't smell like that," Natalie asserted. "Oh, yeah, yeah," he stammered, resembling a child caught in the act of misbehavior. "I—I, it must have been from the lady I helped earlier when I was going to attend to another business," he quickly explained, walking away with one hand on his head. "I need to wash down and refresh up." She collapsed on the bed. "I know you're hiding something from me, Richy. I know. Something hasn't been right since two years ago. I feel it," she said, sitting there, her eyes lost in her gaze, and tears began to stream down her face. Mr. Wood emerged from the bathroom after what felt like hours. Natalie, still sitting on the bed, raised her head and asked him, "Why does it feel like everything is coming to an end?" "What are you talking about?" he smiled and walked to her. "Nothing is coming to an end, my love." He gently kissed her
"Mr. Wood headed directly to Brindle’s hotel room when he had the chance. 'Hey, baby,' Brindle greeted when she opened the door, and Mr. Wood stepped inside, questioning her angrily, 'What were you trying to do back there?'""Brindle folded her hands in front of Mr. Wood and responded, 'I was just having some fun.' 'Fun? You call that humiliation fun?' Mr. Wood replied, stepping away. 'I did make some sense in some way,' Brindle continued. 'She needs to hear this sooner or later because the day is approaching fast. You’re going to present the divorce on her award night, right there in everyone's face on the 24th.'""What? Are you crazy?" Mr. Wood walked back to her. "I can’t do that, Brindle. Not in front of everybody, especially on her big day. She has worked so hard for whatever blessings are coming her way.""No, I gave you exactly two weeks to end everything with her, and unfortunately, the two weeks end on her big day."Yes, Richard, I am mad, crazy in love," Brindle said angrily,
The day of the Met Gala arrived after extensive preparations. As it was an annual event, they ensured it was a spectacular day for the audience and a memorable occasion for the stars. Natalia donned a white, shiny, fitted gown complemented by gold and white accessories, skillfully curated by her designers. Her dyed blonde hair was styled with a two-piece arrangement framing her face. The expertly applied makeup, highlighted by red lipstick, gave her a bold and captivating appearance. She carried a gold clutch that perfectly matched her heels.And just like a couple’s first look at a wedding, Mr. Wood stood behind the door of her dressing room, eagerly anticipating his first glimpse of his wife. Dressed in a black suit exuding rich man vibes, he stood there, completely lost in thought. He knew that in less than three hours, their lives were about to change with a pivotal decision he had resolved to make today. With one hand in his pocket and one foot lightly tapping the floor, he trie
The host began announcing the names of the winners in each category. Every artist whose name was mentioned climbed up the stage, gave a few speeches, and walked while the audience cheered for them. The ceremony progressed through various awards, and finally, they reached the Best Actress and Best Actor categories….."And the Most Promising Actor of the Year goes to Aditya Sagar," the host announced. The actor, seated closer to Natalie, stood up, followed by his few supporters as they walked up the stairs to receive his award. Mr. Wood sat uncomfortably in his seat, starting to sweat. Leaning in, he whispered in his wife's ear, "I'll be back; I want to use the washroom." Natalie responded in a whisper due to the noise in the room, "Sure, be back soon."He quickly walked out to the roof where the paparazzi wouldn't find him and took out his phone. He dialed Brindle’s number, and after a first unsuccessful attempt, he called again, but the line didn’t go through. A message then popped up
Are you not the lady from Hawaii, she asked and what are you doing here, Brindle Chuckled, oh dear Natalia, my dear Natalie, as you can see, I came to take what’s rightfully mine…………In shock and anger, Natalie demanded an explanation. "What is the meaning of this? What are you babbling about, Brindle?" Natalie's eyes searched for answers, her heart pounding with a mix of confusion and frustration.Brindle chuckled, relishing the dramatic moment she had orchestrated. "Oh, dear Natalie, Richard and are planning to finally be together after he thought I was dead for so many years. Don't worry my love I am now back, she said and touched his face This divorce is just the beginning. I'm carrying his child, and we're going to be a loving family soon.""Haha," Natalia laughed, dismissing Brindle's claims. "What are you talking about? Are you that delusional or you're losing your mind? Do you even know my husband? There's no way what you're saying is true. This is all made up," she laughed o
The nurses swiftly transferred Natalia onto the hospital cot from the ambulance, rushing her to the emergency room. Her lifeless body lay on the bed, blood oozing from her head and dripping onto the floor of the hospital."We need to operate on her immediately!" the doctor urgently declared. The nurses swiftly gathered the necessary surgical tools and prepared the operating room.Pi pi pi, the continuous beeping of the vital signs monitor echoed in the room. The doctor's face tensed with concern. "We are losing her," he stated grimly, reaching for the defibrillator paddles. With a sense of urgency, he delivered a shock to her chest, the electrical jolt coursing through her lifeless body in a desperate attempt to revive her."She's losing a lot of blood," the doctor exclaimed. "Quick, administer another blood transfusion," he instructed, and the medical team swiftly carried out his orders."Looks like she's giving up on life, her heart rate is dropping. Everything is going down!" one n
"Medical Conference Highlights:"I haven’t seen anything like this in my 10 years of being a doctor. This is out of the world, totally unbelievable. During her operation, I saw signs I hadn't seen before. She was dead; I could confirm at 2:45. After I declared her dead, she came back to reality after 10 minutes. I haven’t seen anything like this," the doctor emphasized. "Whatever it was that brought her back must be strong," the nurse added.""Even though she has slipped back into a coma, this is still unbelievable," she remarked. Perplexed by the unexpected change of events, the medical team was forced to confront the fundamental enigma underlying Natalie's situation. Her path through life and death had taken an unexpected detour, leaving everyone in awe and bewilderment. We need to communicate with her relatives so that they prepare for whatever happens in the future.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Days, weeks
In the bustling market, a man with distinctive dreadlocks swiftly emerged and, with calculated precision, covered Brindle's mouth to stifle any outcry. He deftly guided her away from the public eye to a secluded spot. Brindle attempted to wriggle free, emitting muffled protests. Upon release, she shot Marko an irate glance. "What are you doing here?" she demanded. Brindle scanned their surroundings discreetly, ensuring no prying eyes witnessed their encounter. Urgently, she ushered him into a nearby storage room within the supermarket. "What are you doing here?" Brindle asked him again. "I've been trying to reach out to you for some months now, but you've refused to pick up my calls or reply to my messages," he said. "I have been busy," Brindle replied. "Well, well, well," he said, moving around the room and touching Brindle's shoulder. "You should have still waited for me to call you. You can't let anyone see you around me, especially Richard," she said in anger. "Thank God I ask