As Alana sat in her bedroom, her eyes fixated on the collection of pictures arranged neatly on the bed. Each photo held a glimpse into the life of a woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to someone she knew, Erin. Alana's heart raced as she couldn't help but wonder about the connection between the woman and the two people she held dear—Ricardo and Erin.“This can't be…how?” The lady looked exactly like Erin, she met her a few times before her wedding. Although, the lady in the picture had different eyes and hair color.Lost in her thoughts, Alana barely noticed as Ricardo entered the room, his presence interrupting her contemplation. Startled, she quickly hid the photographs, her heart pounding with anxiety. Ricardo, perceptive as ever, couldn't help but notice the flicker of surprise on Alana's face. Concern etched his features as he approached her cautiously, his eyes searching for any signs of distress.“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” Ricardo's voice was gentle, his genuine conce
Alana couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, watching her little family come together and enjoy each other's company. The sight of Ricardo playing with Santiago, laughing and running around, warmed her heart. It was a reminder of the love and joy that filled their lives despite any challenges they had faced.“Ricky, careful okay!” She shouted while arranging the basket of food and some fruits. Alana couldn't help but smile at the anticipation on Santiago's face. He was excited to spend time with his dad, and she was determined to make this day memorable for both of them. She spread out the blanket on the grass, placing delicious sandwiches, fruits, and snacks on a tray.The park was bustling with activity. Other families had also chosen this beautiful day to spend time outdoors. Alana noticed parents playing and laughing with their children, just like Ricardo and Santiago. It was a heartwarming scene, filled with the innocence and joy that only children could bring. The sou
Alana's heart pounded violently as the weight of Julius' words settled upon her. Her eyes widened in shock and confusion, the truth piercing through her like a sharp knife. How could Ricardo, her beloved husband, be accused of such a heinous act? The room seemed to shrink as the walls closed in on her, the chilling reality suffocating her every breath.Ricardo's face contorted with a mix of sorrow, rage, and desperation. His hands trembled uncontrollably as he locked his gaze with Alana's, his eyes pleading for understanding. She never imagined her pursuit for answers would unravel such a haunting secret, forever staining their lives.Her eyes darted back and forth between Ricardo and Julius, disbelief etched across her face. How could this be possible? Ricardo, her beloved husband, the man she had built a life with, was being accused of the unthinkable."Hahaha, I hate you, Ricardo…I despise you because you always end up with everything I desire!""Julius, you don't know what you're
As Alana anxiously sat in the waiting room, her mind raced with worry and fear for Ricardo's well-being. The minutes felt like hours, and even breathing seemed to require an immense effort. Thoughts of the worst outcomes consumed her, threatening to suffocate her fragile hope.“Relax Alana, he's going to be fine,” Brigitte whispered to her friend, urging her to keep calm in such a situation. Marcela placed her hand on Alana's shoulders, assuring her everything would work out fine. Finally, the doctor emerged from the emergency room, his face calm yet weary. Alana's eyes locked with his, searching for any sign of good news. To her immense relief, he informed her that Ricardo had been shot in the arm. “The bullet had fortunately not penetrated very deeply, leaving behind just a shallow scratch. But he'll be fine,” The doctor remarked assuredly, despite that, Alana wanted to see Ricardo. “Did you hear that…he'll be fine, sweetie,” Marcela whispered with a smile.“Cheer up and eat some
Alana was delicately wrapping a fresh bandage around Ricardo's wounded arm, her face conveying both worry and frustration. Ricardo had recently been discharged from the hospital following a tragic incident, and the doctor had strict instructions for him to rest until his right arm fully healed. However, despite this recommendation,"Ricky, you can look at your work after you have fully recovered," Alana said with a frown. Ricardo seemed unable to tear his gaze away from his office files, infuriating Alana."Sweetheart, it's just one arm…not my head," Ricardo retorted with a chuckle when Alana slammed his laptop shut."Focus…you need to obey me," she threw him a deadly glare as she tightened the bandage, securing it in place."I feel special," Ricardo mumbled and cupped Alana's face. She shrugged his hand away but Ricardo managed to hold her in place."I'm one lucky bastard, hehehe…wifey, how about…" he added and slowly tucked her hair behind her ear seductively. He began closing in
Stacey sat behind her desk in her office, engaged in a conversation with a group of clients who had once been faithfully served by her rival, Alana. Stacey had managed to instigate them to join her side, showcasing her persuasive skills and business acumen. It had been a long, productive discussion, and she felt a sense of satisfaction as the women and men finally departed, seemingly content with their decision.Just as Stacey was about to take a moment to relish her triumph, her attention was abruptly diverted by the entrance of an unexpected visitor. It was Rocco's right-hand man, a figure known for his loyalty to his boss and his reputation for being formidable. Stacey's lips curled into an evil smirk as she observed him stepping into her office, already anticipating the potential benefits this encounter might bring.With an air of confidence, Stacey leaned back in her chair and locked eyes with the right-hand man. Her voice dripped with intrigue as she inquired.“And what brings
After the servants from the restaurant meticulously arranged the food on the table, Alana courteously asked them to leave, eager to enjoy a delightful lunch with her husband and son. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation and joy as they settled in, ready to relish their meal and engage in lively conversation. "You are spoiling him too much," Ricardo said with a frown and fed Alana who happily accepted and glanced over at Santiago enjoying his meal."He's my son…I have to spoil him," she said and winked at Ricardo playfully. Ricardo couldn't help but stare at his wife wondering what good he did to deserve such a kindhearted woman."Does that mean I'm…left out…not fair," Ricardo grimaced with a pout only to earn a smack on the shoulder from Alana."Grow up…we need to spoil him more…and well…" Alana started but soon stopped when she noticed how uncomfortable "Sweetie, everything okay?" Alana asked as she put her plate on the table and scooped closer to Santiago. "Santi…" Alana d
Alana let out a sigh as she sat down and Brigitte handed her a cup of coffee. It was early in the afternoon. Brigitte came to visit her after what happened. “It's not your fault, Alana…” Brigitte said seeing how worked up Alana was. It had been days and Alana seemed to be running away from Ricardo. She spent her time overworking. “It's my fault… I ordered the food…how careless of me…he will never forgive me,” it was easy for Brigitte to say. But she saw that look in Ricardo's eyes. The love he had for his son. “Ricardo loves you…he would never blame you for anything,” Brigitte tried to reason with Alana, but unfortunately, Alana couldn't see a way out. Ricardo was so angry that he shut down the entire restaurant and nearly had the owner jailed.“Not more than his son,” “It's all that girl's fault…who sent her and why did she do that,” Brigitte scoffed disdainfully and rose from the chair. It turned out that one of the employees at the restaurant poisoned the food. When Alana and R