YVONNE —At the Blue Gate Hotel, I had just driven in and steered my car to the parking lot.As I walked out of the car, I sighed heavily, knowing that my visit here might either end badly or that Mr. Thomas might be disappointed because he would notice I'm pregnant."Oh, God. I just pray he does not do anything I did not expect here. I do not want him to catch me off guard. Let him not propose to me, please, because I cannot turn him down in an open space like this," I mumbled to myself.I gulped hard and took in another heavy breath."I do not want to accept a proposal that I will end up going back to him and start telling silly stories. Like telling him that I'm pregnant. Hell no, I do not want such a thing to happen between me and Mr. Thomas," I mumbled, summoning the courage to walk to a seat.A few minutes later, I sat down, and a black Bentley pulled up and parked just near my car."It must be him," my instincts told me.I fixed my gaze on the car, waiting for the driver to ope

YVONNE — It was exactly 9:20 p.m. when I drove out of the hospital, after promising Mr. Thomas I would visit him tomorrow to check on him. On my way home, I was worried about Amanda. And why haven't my kids called me yet, as I had instructed Amelia? At least, they should be worried that I'm not yet at home, as I had told them at first that I would return home as soon as possible. Even if Amanda is now okay, they should be worried about me. Or does it mean that they have lost all the motherly love they had for me? "God, please let this not be a reality," I prayed inwardly. I was already panicking. A few minutes later, I found myself staring at the gate of our building, and I exhaled a sigh of relaxation. I finally arrived home. I pressed the remote, and the gate automatically opened, and then I drove in. I steered the car to the garage and accelerated the car while matching the brake pedal, causing the car to make an alarming noise. I turned off the car and alighted. J

"YVONNE —I had just woken up in the morning, and I felt my legs heavy, and I realized that I did not go to an antenatal check-up yesterday."I really need to do this. There are just a few months remaining for me to put to bed, and I'm nonchalant when it comes to antenatal care," I muttered.I reached for my phone and unlocked it. I turned on my internet connection and started replying to my emails as I waited for the day to get brighter before going to prepare breakfast for the family.A few minutes later, I checked the time only to notice that it was already six o'clock."Gosh, I was so busy that I did not notice on time that the day had already gotten brighter," I mumbled inwardly and quickly rose from the bed.I rushed to the restroom to rinse my face and brush my teeth. After that, I headed into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. However, on my way to the kitchen, I heard some sounds coming from the kitchen. It was as if someone was in the kitchen."Does it mean that Amanda insist

ANDY —"I could not believe what I had just heard from the recorder. It was Sophia's discussion with her father. For real, she was mean when she told me she was going to deal with me.Nonetheless, she was not aware that I had secretly invented the camera and a recorder in the room to monitor her when making calls with her family. At first, I thought she was only making treats as she usually does and would not do as she said before, but she was mean and serious this time.It was the moment I overheard her conversation with one of her spies, who was working in the Alpha Palace of the Moon Stone Pack, Conan's pack, the other day, that prompted me to do this.Although I didn't hear what they were discussing but I heard my name being mentioned alongside her father's name. It was then that I realized that I needed to act faster before she would bring me to shame, making me not achieve my ambition of becoming the next Alpha King of the Moon Stone Pack.And today I did not regret secretly pla

YVONNE — "Oh, a boy. Congratulations in advance," he stated. "Anyways, I called you to let you know that I had delved deeper into what you told me, and I have found out what I had been trying to figure out," he stated. I gulped so hard that my hiccup danced. What is he even talking about? We had had a lot of discussions lately while I was trying to get him back to his normal self. So which of our previous discussions is he referring to? "It seems you do not understand what I'm talking about," he asked. Perhaps he noticed that I was so confused and lost. "Somehow, sir," I replied. Mr. Thomas chuckled slightly and then sighed deeply. He then fixed his stare directly into my eyes. "Why not consider him? He is really sorry about his actions and is willing to do anything to have you back," he asked, causing a wave of shivers to run down my spine. "I'm sorry, sir. Who are you talking about?" I asked politely. He let out a chuckle again before gazing toward me. "Do you really mean th