"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, her hand gestures echoing her passionate tone. "You can call me anything. What do you expect from someone who wants to be with his love after so many years of separation? I want to be with you, Richard. I want to wake up every day seeing you beside me, to have you as the first person I see when I wake up."
"I understand, Brindle. I want the same, but not at the expense of someone else's happiness. I can't do this to Natalie, especially after everything she's done for me. Please, try to understand."
I don’t think you do, it either you choose us or her, Brindle said and slammed the door and left the room angrily leaving Mr. Wood all alone in the room with his frustration...............
"His frustrations built up like steam in a kettle, and Mr. Wood, overwhelmed, let out a loud, guttural shout, an attempt to unload some of the strain. The echoes of his cries ricocheted around the room. It was an emotional outburst, an attempt to alleviate the pressure that had accumulated within him, a brief moment of liberation from the storm raging inside. But as the echo waned, the overwhelming silence of his dilemma prevailed."
"Overwhelmed, Mr. Wood slumped to the floor, feeling utterly torn. On one side, there's the woman who shaped me into who I am today, the person to whom I owe everything. On the other, there's the love of my life, someone I've cherished since I was eight. What do I do now?" It was a decision that tore him apart, leaving him stranded in an abyss of conflict. All he could do was cradle his head in his hands and weep, the weight of his indecision bearing down on him with unbearable force."
As the anniversary retreat neared its end, each passing day felt like fleeting moments slipping away through their fingers. They sought solace in the beauty around them, trying to savor every last drop of their escape. The sunsets became more bittersweet, the walks by the beach more nostalgic, and the time spent together more precious. They knew the real world was calling, signaling the end of their private paradise. Yet, amidst the looming return, they sought comfort in the memories they'd created and the love they'd rekindled. The final day approached, a mixture of reluctance to leave and quiet anticipation for what awaited them back home.
Days flew away faster, and their two-week anniversary getaway came to an end, The grandeur of their home welcomed them back, yet the urgency of the impending event was palpable. Immediately they entered their three-story mansion, Mrs. Wood's fashion designers were already waiting for her to try out some of the designer clothes they'd sorted out for her. The designers, each armed with meticulously curated outfits, awaited Mrs. Wood's return. The expansive spaces of their mansion felt alive with the hustle and bustle of preparations. The atelier was set, showcasing an array of designs, from the elegant to the avant-garde, all aimed at making the night unforgettable for Mrs. Wood. There was a buzz of excitement as the team was eager to present their creations. The air was thick with anticipation and a sense of celebration.
The weight of his decision pressed upon him as his wife glowed in each meticulously crafted ensemble. Her joy mingled with his apprehension. The air in the room felt thick with the conflict raging within him. He remained silent, each passing moment only cementing his agony. His gaze followed her as she swirled in exquisite gowns and stunning designs, each one a testament to the talent that had propelled her to this prestigious honor. The imminent act he was about to commit gnawed at him, but he felt entwined by the inescapable fate that lay ahead.
Richard, overwhelmed with guilt and emotional turmoil, sat quietly when his phone beeped. Opening W******p, he was met with a photo of Brindle's baby bump and a chilling message: "If you want to see us alive, do what we say. In just two days, we are going to be one big family – you, me, and our unborn baby boy who can't wait to see you."
The gravity of the situation hit him like a tidal wave, and he clutched the phone to his chest, tears streaming down his face. After a moment, a determination overcame him, and he stood up, wiping away the tears. "I need to do what's right for all of us," he whispered to himself as he walked out of the room.
Upon exiting the room, his wife beckoned him to join her. "Hey, come help me write my vote of thanks for Saturday," she exclaimed with a warm smile. Richard, with no other option, obliged and approached her. She sat on the sofa behind the dining table, presenting the notepad with her draft. Mr. Wood accepted the pad, holding it in silence for what seemed like an eternity—50 seconds of profound stillness. "It's all about you, Richy," his wife proclaimed, looking up at him. "I want the world to see how grateful you’ve been in my life and how you’re the reason I am where I am," she continued, her smile radiating joy. Mr. Wood, still speechless, stood there, a solitary tear escaping his eye. He composed himself, ensuring his wife remained oblivious to his internal turmoil, and finally said, "Here, this is good." Handing back the pad, he excused himself, stating, "I need to check on something at the office," and walked away. With each step, silent tears fell from his eyes, tracing a poignant path down his cheeks to the floor.
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
"I want to take full charge of her. I know I have been assigned to her, but I’m requesting that no other doctor work on her except me. I know what to do, how to help her fight," he said. "What? Doctor Liam, isn't what you're asking too much? Besides, it's risky. The procedure you're talking about has a mere 5% chance of her survival. Taking her away from the hospital is dangerous due to her critical condition. This is not just a coma; it's beyond that." "Trust me on this, Chief Doctor. I know what I’m talking about. My mom also slept in a similar coma to hers. I can help her, bring her back to life, or else she may die," he said, looking at the Chief Doctor, waiting for him to believe what he said or to give him the go-ahead. "Hmm, I have heard you, Doctor Liam, but do you understand this procedure is risky and she can even die when we do another transfer? He looked up to Doctor Liam who had his face buried below……………… Hmmm, if you say so, I will have to speak with her relatives and
"One, two, three, move! Position her well," one nurse said, fixing and plugging the tubes into the troll bed for the transfer. Richard stood outside the room where the noise was coming from, trying to see who it was when they pushed the troll bed out of the room in front of him. "Who is that?" he asked when they passed in front of him. He couldn't see who it was on the bed they were pushing out, due to the number of nurses around it, some holding the tubes connected to her and others pushing the bed. One nurse immediately left the bed they was pushing to respond to him. "Oh, sir, she’s a patient who has been in a coma for months now due to some accident she had. Can I see her?" he asked. "Sure," the nurse said and signaled them to wait. "Ko ko ko," his shoes echoed through the room, each step bringing him closer to where they stopped. As he was about to get closer, someone rushed in and called his name, making him turn to see who it was. "Sir, we need to go. Your other board mee