The therapist advices were taking little effects in them but not as expected. Most times, appearances were made in front of the therapist but when they get home, it's not always as they have acted before the therapist. Feelings were still yet to forget and be buried.Elizabeth had taken some time off from all her engagements since nothing she does was yielding positive outcome at the moment. She had therefore taken her time to recompose her herself before starting anything.One day, she decided to pay a visit to her friend and confidant; Karen. When she arrived at her house, she was welcomed by her usual warm smile."Hey, you?" She said immediately Elizabeth stepped into the sitting room. "Why do you look as if you're not happy to see me?" She asked her.Elizabeth found her ways to one of the chairs. "There's still a whole lot to process." Karen shut the door and walked to her side. "What's the update? Any news yet?" "Sure, there is. Sit here" she gestured. "I'll give you the full gi
Jack's mother was a woman of wisdom and compassion. She had observed Samantha's journey into motherhood and couldn't help but feel a deep sense of empathy for the young woman who had found herself in such a challenging situation at her age. She had been a source of quiet strength and solace for Samantha during the past months.One warm afternoon, as Samantha sat on the couch with her baby cradled in her arms, Jack's mother seized the opportunity as the right time to have a heart-to-heart conversation with her. She knew that motherhood, especially when faced alone, could be an overwhelming experience. She wanted to help Samantha with her support and share the wisdom she had gathered over the years.Jack's mother took a seat beside Samantha and began by softly saying, "Samantha, I've been watching you closely, and I can see the love and care you're pouring into your baby every day. It's a beautiful thing to witness, her smiles, her cries wrapped in a tender innocent voice adds spices to
The fake appearances by Elizabeth increased daily after her last phone conversation with her friend. She had advised her that if she wants to see Samantha quickly, she should be ten steps ahead of her husband. The steps to be taken by her secretly due to the fact that her husband was always on Samantha's side.Elizabeth had seen reasons with her friend to be secretive. "After all he started it" she had murmured. "When I'm done or probably when he discovers, I'll apologise too. I guess that's the new trend. The therapist advices should be allowed to breathe for some time." It was an unusual day, marked by the perfect blend of answers that needed more answers. Elizabeth, fueled by her determination to find her runaway maid secretly, had managed to uncover the location of Samantha and her family. As she sat in her desk but dimly lightened home office with her laptop, her fingers ran across the keyboard giving a rhythmic sound, sending messages to a number she has saved as "Ghost" her c
The midday sun shone over quiet village where Samantha had found refuge.The sun was hot, as a result, majority of the villagers were not seen outside, although some sat under the shadow of large trees. Birds sang softly from the branches of the trees, and the distant murmur of a babbling river provided a soothing backdrop to the stillness of the place.Amidst this peaceful backdrop, Elizabeth arrived at the address she had so carefully gotten from her "Ghost". With an air of determination, she approached the humble looking house and knocked on the door. It didn't take long before the door creaked open, revealing Jack, who peered out with a mixture of trepidation and composure.His heart skipped several beats within a second as he saw the most dreaded person in front of him. Even though he hasn't seen her physically before, Samantha has shown him her picture and right now, he was meeting the billionaire's wife in flesh. He was fully aware of the importance of keeping Samantha's presenc
The night hung heavy with silence in Alexander's luxurious home. He paced back and forth, since has heard anything from his wife who has left in the early hours of the morning. The soft glow of lamps above cast a welcoming glow on the room, where the air seemed charged with tension.Alexander moved from the sitting room and sat alone in his home office, his thoughts consumed by the message he had received from Samantha earlier. His wife, Elizabeth, had not yet returned from her visit to Samantha's hideout, and he was filled with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.The message from Samantha had arrived as a sharp one on his phone, disrupting the calm of the evening. He had read the words over ten times with a furrowed brow, the weight of her threat settling heavily upon him. The words in the message had carried more than a veil of threat, a sense of urgency, and an unspoken determination. Samantha was no longer the meek, submissive maid he had once known. She had grown, evolved, and
Elizabeth was still fully awake in the middle of the night with different thoughts about her adventure flashing through her mind. The dim glow of the table lamp cast a soft, silvery light, illuminating the half the walls of their bedroom. At first, she thought she was alone, her husband fast asleep beside her, his rhythmic breathing portrayed that was enjoying his night rest.But as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noticed a faint light from her office that was within their room, the light seemed to beckon on her. It was a feeling she had grown accustomed to, one that had become a secret part of her nightly routine.For days, Elizabeth had been conversing with a "ghost" friend. This secret companion, whom she had met in the internet, was a source of solace, understanding, and comfort. Their late-night conversations became a form of therapy, a space where Elizabeth could confide her deepest thoughts and fears, things she could never share with her husband, Alexander.On this par
After all plans were put in place, they became set to meet Samantha's Aunt for the release that was fraught with tension. The weight of their decision hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the entire household. As they prepared to leave, Alexander's worry was all over him, his thoughts consumed by the impending meeting.Elizabeth, on the other hand, struggled with a heavy secret that had weighed on her conscience since the mysterious message about Samantha's Aunt had arrived. The truth was a heavy burden, and the fear of revealing it gnawed at her as they made their way to outside; where her husband was waiting for her.In the car, the silence was order, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the engine. Alexander glanced at his wife, his eyes filled with concern. "Elizabeth, you've been distant lately. Is there something you're not telling me?"The question was a like a bait, an opportunity for Elizabeth to unburden herself of the secret that had been eating away at her or remain
It was already night fall before Alexander was able to locate Samantha's Aunt's place. As Alexander stood before Samantha's Aunt's door, his heart heavy with the weight of his mission. He had spent hours trying to reach her, his persistence driven by the desire to make amends for the actions of his wife, Elizabeth. Samantha's Aunt, the unintended victim in their tangled web, was now his only hope for a way out.As he knocked on the door, a sense of uncertainty washed over him. The door creaked open, and Samantha's Aunt's eyes, filled with a mix of reluctance and wariness, met his."Who are you, and what do you want?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.Alexander took a deep breath, his words measured and sincere. "My name is Alexander, and I need to talk to you. It's about what happened with your captivity and the actions of my wife, Elizabeth."Samantha's Aunt hesitated for a moment, her gaze locked onto his. She had been through a traumatic ordeal, and the mention of Elizabet