Albert settled into his seat on the plane, a mixture of emotions churning within him as he returned to Parker City. He had witnessed Donald and Vera's wedding and was returning home. Vera's wedding to Donald was a bitter pill to swallow, a reminder of the chances he had missed. He gazed out of the window, lost in thought as the plane taxied down the runway.As the plane reached cruising altitude, Albert's reverie was interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice. He turned his head and was taken aback by the sight of his childhood friend. Memories of their shared adventures and mischievous escapades flooded back."Albert? Is that you?" the young man exclaimed, his face breaking into a wide grin. It was Rodney.Albert's surprise quickly turned into a genuine smile. "Rodney, I can't believe it's you! How long has it been?"Rodney took the seat next to Albert, his eyes reflecting a mix of nostalgia and excitement. "It's been ages, my friend. What are the odds of us running into each other
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the quaint neighbourhood.Inside their cosy home, Jude sat in the living room, his thoughts consumed by the events that had unfolded over the past months.Beside him, his sons, Ethan and Noah, fidgeted with their toys, their young faces, a mixture of curiosity and concern."Dad," Ethan who was eight years old and the elder of the two, finally spoke up, his voice soft yet earnest. "Where's Mom?"Jude knew that it was Amelia, Ethan and Noah referred to as their Mom. They had got so used to her that they saw her as their biological Mum. Jude's gaze shifted to his sons, his heart heavy with the weight of their innocent question. He had hoped to shield them from the complexities of his relationship with Amelia, but their keen observations had left him with no choice.He cleared his throat, his voice gentle as he replied, "Your mom... she needed some time away, boys."Noah, the younger brother, looked up with wide eyes, his s
"Yes. Rodney replied. " I knew about Vera's wedding even before you told me... Well, I'm sure you're surprised at how I know. "Her husband, Donald is my cousin."Albert's eyes widened in shock as Rodney's words hung in the air, each syllable sinking in like heavy stones dropped into still water.The revelation that Vera's husband, Donald, was Rodney's cousin was a twist he had never anticipated. He looked at Rodney, his brows furrowed in disbelief, trying to process the unexpected connection.The realization that Rodney had a personal tie to the very person he had grown to dislike was a jolt to Albert's understanding of the situation. Albert's jaw worked silently as he contemplated the implications of Rodney's revelation. He felt a mixture of surprise, confusion, and even a touch of unease.The idea that Rodney knew Donald, had perhaps interacted with him before, created a tangled web of emotions within him."Wait, he's your cousin? I had no idea." Albert managed to say.Rodney's jaw
In the months that followed Amelia's departure from the house she had once shared with Jude, Amelia delved more into the intricacies of business and estate management.Armed with determination and a relentless spirit, she sought the guidance of the family's long-standing lawyer, Mr Robinson.Their meetings were marked by lengthy discussions, countless documents, and tireless efforts to unravel the legal knots that had ensnared her late father's assets.Amelia's days were a whirlwind of meetings, negotiations, and research. She frequented law libraries, pored over contracts, and engaged in intense discussions with business partners, accountants, and advisors.The weight of her responsibility was enormous, yet she faced each challenge with grace and unwavering resolve.One particularly pivotal day, Amelia sat across from Mr Robinson in his office, a stack of documents neatly arranged before them.The air was charged with anticipation as they reviewed the final paperwork that would trans
The morning sun cast a warm glow over the city as Rodney's fingers tapped impatiently on the screen of his phone. He was ruminating over his discussion with Albert, and now he felt it was time to follow through.Taking a deep breath, he dialled Albert's number, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.As the call connected, Rodney's voice was steady and confident. "Albert, it's Rodney. I hope you've had time to think about our conversation."Albert's response was prompt, his tone carrying a note of seriousness. "I have, Rodney. I've given it a lot of thought."Rodney's fingers tightened around the phone, his emotions a complex blend of determination and doubt. "And? Are you still on board with our plan?"There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, a pregnant pause that stretched the seconds into an eternity.An urgent call came into Albert's other phone which he quickly had to attend to, so he put Rodney's call on hold, unknown to Rodney.Rodney's
"Amelia Robinson?" Ann's gaze momentarily shifted, her attention drawn to the figure standing nearby. It was Amelia – the same woman she knew- her friend. How come she was at Joyce's party? Did she know Joyce? Ann thought to herself. Ann's mind drifted back to that evening when Amelia had stayed in her room. The memory was vivid, each detail etched into her consciousness. Amelia had slept at her place and she was all out on the assignment given to her by Laura.She had told Jude lies about Amelia, and Jude had taken her information in - hook, line, and sinker.She was glad about the development as it was her way of getting back at Amelia whom she had always envied. Ann made sure that Amelia did not see her throughout the party.And as the final notes of laughter and the echo of well-wishes filled the air, the birthday party slowly began to wind down.The room, once bustling with excitement and chatter, now settled into a more tranquil atmosphere as guests exchanged fond farewells and
The air inside the house was heavy with an almost suffocating stillness as Frank stepped through the doorway. He closed the door softly behind him, his senses on high alert as he took in his surroundings.The sitting room was empty, its silence broken only by the faint tick of a wall clock. It was as if the house itself held its breath, waiting for the next chapter to unfold.Frank's footsteps were careful and measured as he moved through the sitting room, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement or life.He had a mission to complete, an intention that he was duty-bound to fulfil. But as he entered the room, his steps faltered and surprise flickered across his features.There, on the bed, lay Donald and Vera, their forms tangled in a peaceful slumber. It looked like they had just finished having sex before they were both taken away by sleep."So why did that fool inform me wrongly?" Frank thought to himself.One of his henchmen had told him that Donald was the only one at
Ann hesitated for a moment before deciding to share her thoughts. "But why call her a bastard? What has she done to you?"There was a moment of silence, so Ann spoke up again."I attended a friend's birthday party today, and it was there I got to know that the two are back together. So tell me, why the sudden hatred for Judith?" "I'm glad you reached out, Ann. It's a complex situation, and I'm willing to talk about it."Ann appreciated Laura's willingness to open up."You see, Judith has been avoiding me lately.""Really? Is there a reason behind that?" Ann became inquisitive.Laura's voice held a note of resignation. "Yes, there is. Ever since I helped her reconnect with Jude, things have been different between us."Ann leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "Different in what way?"Laura sighed softly. "It's hard to explain, but I can sense a distance between us. We used to talk and meet up regularly, but now it's as if she's deliberately keeping her distance.""I see," Ann said tho