CHAPTER 8The warm sunlight streamed through the window as I sat on the couch, my friends Natalie and Laila flanking me on either side. They had been trying their very best to console me since last night, their voices filled with empathy and concern. But I couldn't shake off the anger that simmered within me as I kept thinking about Alexander's words, the anger I felt was threatening to consume every other emotion."He doesn't deserve you, Emma," Natalie said, her voice tinged with frustration. "I can't believe he suggested that."Laila nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with determination. "You're strong, Emma. You don't need someone like him in your life. We're here for you, no matter what."The conversation had taken a surprising turn earlier. Natalie and Laila had started discussing baby names, and it had escalated into a lighthearted argument over who would be the godmother and who would be the aunt. It was a stark contrast to the heaviness tha
CHAPTER 9The complexity of it all weighed heavily on my heart. The tragedy didn't end there, as my father's second wife had later orchestrated his death, causing a ripple effect of despair and loss. And she was now presently jailed for her crime for life.The mere thought of my own origins, intertwined with such sorrow, sent a shiver down my spine. It was a chapter of my life that had haunted me, a burden I carried silently. But in that moment of introspection, I realized that my past need not dictate my future. I had the power to break the cycle, to shape my own destiny.A newfound clarity washed over me, a decision crystallizing within my core. I couldn't let the ghosts of my past dictate the course of my present and future. I had the strength and resilience to rise above the circumstances that had shaped me. I refused to let fear and despair dictate the choices I made.With a deep breath, I resolved to embrace the unknown, to face the challenges ahea
Chapter 10 As the evening drew near, we found ourselves sitting in a cozy corner of the mall's food court, savoring our last bites of dessert. Natalie and Laila exchanged glances, their eyes filled with curiosity and concern. It was clear that they wanted to ask about the reason behind my emotional state earlier, but they respected my decision to keep it private for now. In hopes that they would also understand the purpose for my silence even without me giving them a hint about it. I their company, I felt relieved. My true family was a mess up but this here is my true family. A family bound by trust and love. My baby would complete this little family of mine. As I sat on the couch, my hands resting gently on my still flat belly, I couldn't help but ponder over one of the most important decisions of my life. Every expectant mother faces the question of who will be the godmother to their unborn child, and I was no exception. Especially now that my two
CHAPTER 11Tears of joy welled up in my eyes as I looked at my two best friends, now chosen as the godmothers to my unborn child. In that moment, I knew that my child would be surrounded by an abundance of love, laughter, and unwavering support. The support of it's mother and godmother's. With or without it's father.Together, my friends and I would navigate the beautiful journey of parenthood, with Natalie and Laila by my side, guiding, nurturing, and showering my child with their unique influences. And as for the aunt title, well, we would figure it out as a united front, just as we always had. An idea suddenly popped up in my head but I decided to leave it for then.I placed my hands on my belly once more, trying to feel even if the slightest hint that there was a life in there but there was nothing as expected. I whispered, "You are so loved already, little one. You will have two extraordinary godmothers who will shape your life in the most incred
CHAPTER 12 With every dip beneath the surface, I could feel the remnants of the day's frustrations drifting away. The water caressed my body, washing away the tension that had gathered up in me for hours. In these moments, I found solace, a temporary respite from the demands of my reality.As the water gradually cooled, I rose from the tub, wrapping myself in a plush robe. The reflection in the mirror revealed a face that mirrored my weariness, the lines etched by stress. But tonight, my countenance carried an additional layer of resentment, a result of the unwelcome presence of my mother. In my room, I closed the door of the bathroom behind me, shutting out the world beyond. As I dressed in my night wear which was an up an down night white shirt and white pants with vertical lines, I couldn't help but wonder when the rift between my mother and me had grown so deep. Our differences were not mere trivialities; they were fundamental aspects of our beings
Chapter 13 "I had the most incredible opportunity, Alexander. I was invited to the Met Gala, but I couldn't bear the thought of being away from you any longer, so I decided to come visit my dearest son and heir to our family empire" she praised, her voice filled with a mix of pride and affection. I continued to gaze intently into her eyes, unyielding in my scrutiny. The silence between us grew heavy, as if the unspoken words hung in the air, waiting to be acknowledged. I knew I was making her uncomfortable but that was the plan and it would go on until she breaks. "Stop," she finally said, her voice tinged with unease. "You're making me nervous." She complained "I feel like I'm in the presence of some kind of investigator over some kind of crime" she said, slowly fanning herself with her hand. Without a hint of emotion, I broke the silence, my words cutting through the air with an icy edge. "New boyfriend? judging by the new diamond wedding ring
CHAPTER 14"No you are not!" A sudden rage cursed through me and I stood up and hit the table hard in anger Frustration surged through me as I leaned forward, my voice laced with bitterness. "Best for us? Tell me, what part of your grand plan involved spending quality time with me and my sister? What part included being there when we needed a mother's love and support?"She flinched at my words, her facade of indifference crumbling. Her voice trembled as she struggled to respond. "Alexander, I admit I made mistakes. But I love you both, and I'm willing to make amends. We can rebuild what has been broken."A scoff was my reply to that followed by a smile that played upon my lips. "Rebuild? That's easier said than done, Mother. Trust isn't easily repaired, and forgiveness cannot be demanded. It must be earned."We fell into a heavy silence, the weight of our shattered relationship hanging heavy in the air. In that moment, I realized that the truth had
CHAPTER 15With renewed energy, I walked through the living room, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. Leaving the living room behind, as I walked into the kitchen, the savory aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air. Natalie and Laila were bustling around, setting up the table with utmost care and precision. Plates, glasses, and silverware were meticulously arranged. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of my two dear friends working together, their laughter and banter filling the room. "Hey, Em, come on in!" Natalie called out, flashing me a wide grin. "We're almost ready!" Laila looked up from her task and waved at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Emma, come sit at the table, seat at the edge." My heart swelled with warmth and gratitude. These incredible women had been my pillars of strength since the moment I told them about my pregnancy. They had showered me with love, support, and endless kindness. And now, they were going above