Thank you, everyone! Can Sarah find new love with her ex-fiancé, Bronn, or will Philip continue to linger in her life?
Sarah Two distinct objectives drove my journey to Henderson. Firstly, to advance our thriving partnership with BM Technologies. Secondly, to partake in the jubilant festivities marking Amir's engagement. Jessica's family lives in Henderson. Months ago, they had arranged their wedding, but the bitch encountered an issue with her cosmetic surgery. After meeting her in Dubai, she decided to undergo a Brazilian butt lift surgery and a breast augmentation to achieve the hourglass figure she desired for her wedding photos. However, her recovery didn't proceed as smoothly as expected. Concerned about looking foolish in the wedding photos, Jessica decided to postpone the wedding for another year. Lost in concentration in the room provided by BM Technologies for myself and Jakob, I hardly noticed the passing time as my fingers flew across the keyboard, applying the application codes to the platform. I must complete this task as soon as possible. Suddenly, a knock on my desk interrupte
Philip Sarah, my ex-wife, is now entangled with Bronn Martin. From Amir Benner to a computer software developer, she seems to have a penchant for wealthy men, a fact that stirs a deep-seated fury within me. She still retains a youthful allure, with her sophisticated, wavy brown hair cascading down her back. It struck me that she is now twenty-three, no longer the young teenager who once stood beside me in marriage. Her skin seemed to radiate under the gentle washroom lighting, and she was draped in a seductive dark dress that tempted sinful thoughts. "I've been trying to locate you for a year. After hiding away in Dubai, I never anticipated finding you here. I even resorted to financial means, yet received no leads. Are you growing weary of Amir Benner now that he's set to marry, thus turning your attention to Bronn Martin?" I questioned sharply. Sarah's expression remained impassive as she washed her hands, her response devoid of emotion. "I no longer have ties to you, Mr. Co
Sarah I'm seething at Philip's remarks, clenching my fist in frustration. The audacity of this despicable man! Despite being with Megan, he had the nerve to disrespect me, shamelessly stealing a kiss. I despise this tumultuous storm raging within me! The longing persists! The mere touch of Philip's breath, the tender caress of his fingers upon the wineglass, every fleeting glance sends shockwaves through my very essence, threatening to unravel me completely! Yet, I must remind myself of the pain he caused, both to me and our child. I must replace any lingering affection with seething anger. "Are you alright, Sarah?" Bronn's concerned voice breaks through my thoughts as we leave the restaurant. "I'm fine. I'll head back to the suite. See you tomorrow," I reply, masking my turmoil. Philip and Megan exit ahead of us in a whirlwind of tension, with Megan practically throwing a tantrum. The sight of her jealousy and irritation ignites a wicked pleasure within me, especially w
Sarah I've been considering since earlier that we shouldn't run into any problems with BM Technologies, but it didn't make sense if Megan wanted to undermine both Jakob and me. What I really need to contemplate is who's orchestrating all of this. A figure rose from among Philip's team, wearing a plain button-up shirt. Without hesitation, he voiced, "Isn't this strategy you're proposing considered cheating? Are you intending to replace the tool initially selected by Luminary Productions?" "Selected?" I echoed his words. "Yes, just so you're aware, I'm the project manager for this movie project. I'm intimately familiar with the process, having been involved in the selection of the five options. President Cornell entrusted me with this project, and naturally, I prefer to avoid any potential embarrassment." A smirk formed at the corner of my lips. "In that case, may I inquire when the Holoforge was selected?" He glanced briefly at Megan, his tone tinged with annoyance as he re
Sarah My breaths came in shallow gasps, struggling to fill my lungs. Why did I leave my medication in my bag? Regret gnawed at me as I entrusted everything to Jakob and silently made my way to our office to retrieve my medicine bottle. Taking a moment to steady myself, I acknowledged the need for a consultation back in Dubai. The tightness in my chest had become alarmingly frequent since last night. Gathering my composure, I proceeded down the corridor leading to the restroom. As I walked, muffled voices reached my ears, drawing my attention. Peering behind the corner, I observed Megan and Mr. Steele deep in conversation, their tones subdued as if trying to conceal their words from prying ears. "Ms. Megan, what about my job? I'm certain Boss Philip will remove me from the project," Ethan Steele's voice trembled with emotion. I became increasingly convinced that they were conspiring! The project manager added, "You told me this was a directive from Boss Philip, so I t
Philip "Are you Ms. Mitchell's husband?" Mrs. Henderson, a woman in her sixties, inquired, her brow furrowed. It was only noon, and Alex and I found ourselves here after discovering that Sarah had rented apartment number 5 near BM Technologies. "Yes," I confirmed to Mrs. Henderson. "I didn't know Ms. Mitchell was married," she remarked, seeming surprised. "She informed me that we were to stay here for a month, assuming I'd be departing Highland Hills next week to join her. I intended to surprise her by arriving today," I explained. Naturally, it's a lie! Even if I were to apply pressure to Sarah's nose, she wouldn't disclose her whereabouts. Nevertheless, I find comfort in the belief that she's alone and not lodging at the Martins' mansion or Amir Benner's residence. Despite my reassurances, Mrs. Henderson's scrutinizing gaze made me wonder if she doubted my intentions. "I'll call Ms. Mitchell to make sure. You know I can't just hand over the keys to someone I haven't
Sarah "Who are you?!" I exclaimed, my drowsiness evaporating as the door swung open abruptly, revealing three imposing figures barging into the room. The space felt constricting, leaving me nowhere to escape. Panic surged through me as they closed in and seized me. "Help!" I cried out, but my plea was silenced as one of them clamped a hand over my mouth, his breath reeking really bad. "Hey there, babe! We're just here for your belongings," one of them smirked. 'Babe, my foot!' My struggles against his iron grip proved futile as his fingers clamped down, imprisoning me further. "Someone tipped us off that the contents of your bag are valuable," another interjected, snatching my luggage. Desperation fueled my resistance as I writhed in the grasp of one of the men. No! Their eyes darted around the room, searching for any other valuable items they could seize before the man who had snatched my luggage made his exit. 'No! My medicine is in there!' "Let's get out of here!" anoth
Sarah After lunch, I made my way to BM Technologies. Jakob's surprise was palpable when I walked into the office, especially since it had been too long since he had seen me clad in bright green—a stark departure from my usual black attire. I couldn't help it; Philip bought me the outfit. "Let me catch my breath first. We can delve into the questions and answers later," I declared to Jakob. He simply shrugged, offering me a seat and a glass of water as I settled into the swivel chair, allowing me a moment to compose myself. "So," he prompted. "I was robbed last night," I began. "What? Where? What happened?" Jakob fired off questions in quick succession. "It was Philip! He played a prank on me!" I recounted the events of the previous night, including the rejection by major hotels due to my tumultuous past with my ex-husband. "I couldn't even call you to figure out what was going on with the accommodation app. Everything was down last night, and it was all over social m