It was the seventy third time Ethan was trying to get his wife to talk to him about the pregnancy. From the serious look on her face when she dropped the news, he could tell she wasn't playing a prank.She looked too serious to be pulling one, especially in a moment like this. They had long left her mother's and were in their apartment. So if she had just said that in the heat of the moment, can't she tell him now?'H- how did it happen?'. He tilted his head to the side curiously regarding his wife and waiting for her response.'That's the most stupid question I've ever heard, you ask.' Isabel growled, flashing her teeth at Ethan in anger.She didn't believe he would dare to question her.'Sorry. I'm just confused. I'm confused about a lot of things.' Ethan said in a lower voice.Isabel climbed onto her bed. 'Leave. I don't want to see you!''But we have to...'Isabel cut him short before he could finish his statement.. 'We don't have to do anything! Just leave. Go back to that we

Anthony stormed into his office, loosening the knotted tie around his neck. Out of frustration, he sent all items on the table crashing onto the tiled ground. Flower vases shattered, and paperwork went flying in the air. A fidgety assistant stood to the side, hoping silently that she wouldn't be turned against by her angry boss.'Get the Anabelle Logan on the phone now.' Anthony bawled out his orders as he continued pacing the office furiously.His assistant scrambled over to where his mobile phone laid and placed a call through to his grandmother. On the fourth trial, there wasn't still a response from her.'S- Sir..... She's not answering' his assistant informed, timidly.'Then continue trying!' He growled.The sixteenth time, and there wasn't still a positive response. Unable to keep still, Anthony impatiently walked into his sister's office. His mouth dropped open in awe when he noticed the presence of their rival in there.They were both having a conversation in hushed tones.'W

William Otto stared out his office window, enjoying the sunrise view.. It was one of the sights he'd discovered to be quite therapeutic for him since young age. 'Sir, the coffee is ready'.William extended his hand to accept the coffee from his assistant, slurped it and slumped onto his seat with a heavy sigh.'Do you need me to do anything for you, sir?' his assistant's questioned.William rolled his eyes in exhaustion. 'Tell me what you're on today, Patrik. You're never this committed to doing little works like serving me coffee, arranging documents, and all. What's with the consistent use of 'sir'?'Patrik is William's long time friend who turned his assistant few months ago. Patrik never addressed Williams with courtesy and of course, he leaves menial jobs undone, stressing on the point that he's no servant boy. The sudden change in his assistant stirred reactions.Patrik did an exaggerated bow, in a way that his forehead almost touched his knees. 'Why? Do you not like the way I

Ethan stilled out of fear when he realized that his wife was already home before he got back from the subway. He had spent longer than he intended to due to the number of contracts reviewed and signed. He thought about turning back and going to his in-laws home to stay for a while. Maybe he could use that as an excuse when she asks him why he wasn't home when she arrived. His wife caught him on spot while he was still contemplating. Her body radiated so much anger. Ethan followed wordlessly as she grabbed him by the hands and led him indoors.'Why were you out of the house, Ethan? Where did you go to?'He fidgeted, ruffling his dishevelled hair at intervals. 'I needed some fresh air'. It was a lame, stupid excuse. If he lied about going to his in laws home, somehow, she'll discover the truth and become more suspicious.'Some fresh air?' she repeated, waiting for him to confirm she actually heard him right.'Yesss... I h...'She cut him short before he could say anything more. 'Isn't

Already exhausted from the tons of work he was made to do that morning, Luka retired into his room to take a nap before 'duty' calls again. He stepped into his room, every part of him ached unbearably. He changed his mind abruptly and left for Esme's room. He was glad when he noticed Esme's presence in the room. Without giving it much thought, he deemed this time the best opportunity to explain things to her. Maybe once he does, she won't feel the same way about him like the rest of the family felt towards him.Maybe there's still a chance that their relationship will be saved. A little ray of hope surged within him, practically aiding him with all the confidence he needed.He needed her on his side like she once was, that was the only way he could survive this hěllhole.'Esme, I need to talk to y..' He started but was impatiently interrupted by her.She turned to face him, her expression devoid of any emotion. Either she was trying to mask them or she actually doesn't feel anything