ARIANNATrees danced as the heavy breeze swept across the gloomy atmosphere, the sun was setting and the air was cold. I sat there, taking a moment to relax and meditate on my life, trying to find some peace in the chaos that had become my life. The weight of recent events pressed heavily on my heart and it was difficult to find happiness.My life was far from roses and honey, I had such a bitter life and it's all thanks to my now ex husband and his family.It had been three weeks since I left Lucas and his wicked family, it has been three weeks without Rose's impertinence and arrogance, Lucas' hatred and neglect and Mr Hilton's bitterness towards me.Memories of the short periods we were happy, that was during my pregnancy, flooded my memory and a lone tear forced it's way down my cheeks.Reminiscing the events felt painful, how did my life end up this way? Today, however, was particularly challenging. I had just received and signed the divorce papers sent by Lucas, my ex-husband

ARIANNA"Thank you so much for offering to help Ian, I do not even know how to express my full gratitude to you, you have been there for me and I really appreciate it" I thanked Ian happily.I could not help but reflect on how much he had supported me, tirelessly working to help me achieve my dream of becoming a renowned chef.The restaurant we were in was buzzing with waiters serving different types of exotic food and drinks from the counter to tables.The environment was bright and promising, with a new beginning ahead of me, I was ready to build up myself and my child.Seeing my parents so supportive of me and also Ian's support to was all I ever wanted, thankfully I was not alone in this battle."It is nothing Arianna, what are friends for? I honestly want to see you become who you want to be and that is why I will stay right by your side. Honestly we have made progress so far. And very soon with your firm determination, you shall triumph over everything holding you back from achi

LUCAS I sat on the bed, next to my mother as she was soundly sleeping. It has been five years now since I got married to Anne.Five years of crushed hopes and expectations, tragedies included. I thought by now I would be a father of three or atleast two. But life had played me a fast one. Anne never gave birth. She did take in. Multiples times at that. But the outcome was just series of miscarriages. Miscarriages upon miscarriages. She could never birth a child. It was either a still birth or a miscarriage.I do not even know what is going on in my life anymore. A year after Arianna left, mother got a stroke. The doctor said she was grieving her loss. I would not blame her. She could not cope with Arianna leaving and the fact that all her grandkids kept on withering away was just too much for her to bear. The stroke had gotten mother with amnesia. Sometimes she halluncinated, she spoke like though Arianna was with her and it broke my heart seeing my mother slowly losing her mind.

ARIANNA"No I am not doing it Daniel. Go back to those people and tell them that!" I yelled over to phone as I meandered my way to the sofa."Arianna this is a big opportunity for you. They are going to pay you a lot of money if you agree to be the chef in charge of their baby shower. You can not afford to loose this opportunity!" Daniel, my manager and also confidant tried to talk me into selling off my well deserved vacation for a couple of cash.I am wealthy enough and I am contented. I came back from touring around Europe because I wanted to rest and be away from the hassle and stress of the kitchen. If Daniel could just understand my point!I do not even know why he gave a listening ear to those people! He of all people knew that I did not want to engage in any strenuous activity during my stay in America. "I do not care about the money Dan! I came here for a vacation. You of all people should know that!" I tried to explain myself.I just wanted to be on a low in America and n

ANNE I could not think. I could barely even concentrate on anything or let my thoughts wander to any other person apart from Arianna and her son whom I met today at the super market. I am still in shock as to the woman I saw. That woman was not the Arianna I knew in the past. No she can not be. She looked so wealthy, had an aura of authority flowing all around her with her top class elegance to match. Even her outfits were different. No! Impossible. I bolted up from the sofa and paced all around the living room. That could not just be Arianna. How? How did she get to look so rich? And her son, that same boy I saw Lucas feeding buscuits to, was he really Ian son?Or were they both lying?God. My heart suddenly began pounding within me and it felt like my pulse was racing at three-sixty beat per minute.I remember one time in the past, Lucas told me that he had a suspicion concerning the closeness between Ian and Arianna. He felt they were having something romantic behind his back.