Michael's pov - As I sit in my office, surrounded by the trappings of success, my thoughts drift towards Tuberose. It has been two months since her book was published, and its impact on my life has been nothing short of remarkable. My business has soared to new heights, and her words have resonated with millions of readers worldwide. The book has become a sensation, selling three million copies in just two months, making it the best-selling book of all time. I owe a debt of gratitude to Tuberose for this incredible achievement. Yet, amidst the celebrations, one question continues to nag at me: How can I discover Tuberose's true identity? I have exhausted every possible avenue, but she remains an enigma, revealing nothing more than her gender. I yearn to know the person behind the brilliant words, the one who has impacted my life in such profound ways. Interrupting my reverie, Abigail's voice breaks through the silence. "May I come in, sir?" she asks politely. "Yes, please," I repli
Abigail's pov - As I return to my desk, a wave of conflicting emotions washes over me. The encounter with Michael in his office has left me in a state of unease. His inquiry about how I knew Tuberose's gender has ignited a whirlwind of thoughts within me. I find myself torn between revealing the truth and keeping my secret hidden. Should I confess to Michael that I am the elusive Tuberose, the one whose words have captured his heart and imagination? Or should I remain silent, preserving the distance between my identity as Abigail and my alter ego as Tuberose? The truth is, I am scared. Scared of how Michael might react to the revelation. Will he see me differently? Will his perception of me change? I don't want to be the one he looks at with admiration solely for my talent. I want him to love me for who I am as a person, as Abigail, not just as Tuberose. But the weight of this secret is becoming burdensome. I feel a longing to share my truth, to let him in on the secret that has bo
Abigail's pov - As we sit in the hospital corridor, the tension in the air is palpable. The fluorescent lights cast a cold, sterile glow on the walls, amplifying the heaviness that hangs between us. I turn to Michael, my eyes filled with concern, desperately seeking answers to the questions that weigh on my mind. "Michael, what happened to your dad?" I ask softly, trying to convey both my curiosity and empathy. His gaze shifts, filled with a mixture of sorrow and vulnerability. He takes a moment to collect himself before he begins to share a part of his past that he has carried with him for so long. My heart aches as I listen, knowing that the pain he carries runs deep. With a deep breath, Michael's voice trembles slightly as he begins, "It happened when I was just thirteen years old. It was a seemingly ordinary day, one filled with anticipation and hope. My mom, dad, and I decided to take a trip together, seeking moments of joy and togetherness." I nod, urging him to continue, my
Michael's pov - The sterile hospital room feels suffocating as we enter. The beeping of machines fills the air, reminding us of the fragility of life. My heart pounds in my chest as I approach the bed where my father lies, surrounded by an entanglement of wires and monitors. Abigail stands by my side, her presence offering a sense of stability amidst the chaos. My father's eyes flutter open, and a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he sees me. Relief washes over me, mingled with a deep sense of gratitude that he is still with us. After all these years, the guilt I've carried from that tragic accident resurfaces, but his presence reminds me that forgiveness can exist even in the face of unspeakable pain. In a feeble voice, my father beckons Abigail to his left side, a request that sends a jolt of confusion through both of us. As she hesitantly moves to his side, I try to process the words that escape his lips. "Please, get married." I freeze, my eyes widening in disbelie
Abigail's pov - A mixture of joy and apprehension floods my heart as Michael and I stand there, our hands tightly intertwined. The weight of his father's unexpected request lingers in the air, casting a shadow over our budding relationship. I can't help but wonder if Michael's agreement to marry me is solely driven by his father's wishes, or if it stems from a genuine desire to be with me. Unable to contain my curiosity, I squeeze Michael's hand gently, my voice filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "Michael, I need to know... Do you truly want this? Do you want to marry me?" His response is tinged with hesitation, his voice reflecting his inner turmoil. "Abigail, I care deeply for you, there's no doubt about that. But I can't ignore the conflicting emotions I have for Tuberose. It's complicated, and I'm unsure about this wedding." A wave of conflicting emotions washes over me—happiness at the thought of being with Michael, but also a twinge of sadness and doubt. Tuberose,
Michael's pov - We share with Dad that we are okay with the wedding. He is so happy. Then he starts planning our wedding. It will be a grand wedding. He will invite everyone. Abigail and I are smiling seeing his excitement. What else do we need when he is so happy? As the days pass, the whirlwind of wedding preparations consumes everyone's attention. Plans are being made, guests are being invited, and the excitement in the air is palpable. Amidst the chaos, I steal glances at Abigail, observing her every move. It's clear that she's taken on more than she can handle, and I can't help but worry about her well-being. Unable to ignore my concerns any longer, I make up my mind and stride towards her, determined in my steps. Ignoring the whispers and curious glances from the staff and workers scattered around the living room, I reach out and gently lift Abigail into my arms. "Come on, Abigail," I say with a smile, "I think it's time you took a break." She blushes profusely, her cheeks t
Michael's pov - The announcement is final. Everyone leaves along with Abigail. I return to my room. Jack comes to me. Then I realized, I didn't have a sitting conversation with him about my decision to marry Abigail. I indicated to him to sit down. He follows my will. As I settle down with Jack, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness fills the air between us. This conversation holds weight, and I know that Jack's opinion carries great importance to me. Taking a deep breath, I gather my thoughts, ready to discuss my decision to marry Abigail. "Jack, I've reached a firm decision," I assert, my voice laced with determination. "I want to marry Abigail. She's an extraordinary woman, and I simply cannot fathom my life without her." A wide smile spreads across Jack's face, his eyes shining with genuine happiness. "Michael, that's incredible news! I've witnessed firsthand how much Abigail means to you, and I genuinely believe she's the perfect match for you. However," he pauses, a flick
Ema's pov- I watch as Michael strides towards Abigail, determination etched in every line of his face. His eyes are solely focused on her, oblivious to the world around him. And I, Ema, am left standing there, shattered into a thousand pieces. It's as if someone has taken a hammer to my heart, breaking it into fragments that can never be put back together. My eyes welled up with tears, but I quickly wiped them away, refusing to let anyone see my vulnerability. How could this happen? How could Abigail win him over without even realizing the game she was playing? All those dreams I had of Michael, all those sleepless nights spent imagining a life with him, they're nothing but ashes now. Jealousy courses through my veins like a venomous poison, consuming me from within. I've been by Michael's side for years, a constant presence in his life. We shared laughter, tears, and secrets. We were friends, confidantes, and I thought, just maybe, something more could blossom between us. But now,