When he felt an overwhelming disbelief, he hastily rushed out of his room and was immediately greeted by a shocking sight. His heart sank as he noticed everyone in the living room, tears streaming down their faces. The atmosphere was heavy with sadness and despair.Mr. Wesley, with guilt etched on his face, broke down in tears, blaming himself for the current state of affairs. His self-reproach echoed throughout the room, only adding to the somber mood. Stephen, bewildered by the scene before him, struggled to comprehend the truth of it all.Summoning his courage, Stephen squared his shoulders and tried to compose himself. The weight of the situation pressed upon him, yet he determinedly sought answers amid the chaos.Desperation seeping into his voice, he called out to the room, demanding someone to share with him the truth of the matter. His words escaped in a mix of both confusion and anguish, revealing his deteriorating state of mind.Nathan, consumed by grief, sat there weeping u
"t wasn't my fault, why do you have to lied to me. After seeing the post I wanted to confirm it and you lying in that process makes it look real" Tense and tension filled the room as he responded to the accusation. His voice laced with frustration, he vehemently denied any wrongdoing. Anger etched across his face, he clenched his fists tightly, stepping closer with an air of determination. The force of his blow landed square on the other person's face, sending shockwaves through the atmosphere. He grabbed onto the offender's suit, his gaze stern and unyielding, a reflection of his intense emotions.With a stern edge to his voice, Stephen issued a fervent plea, “You better pray she comes back here alive, or else you would hate me." Acting on instinct, he forcefully pushed anyone in his way, urgently making his way towards the garage. The urgency of the situation brought everyone outside, and they desperately attempted to halt Stephen's progress. Despite their best efforts, they couldn'
Stephen, despite his initial desire to act stubborn, found himself being forcefully dragged away from the place. The group returned home, hearts heavy with sadness. Friends and well-wishers gathered to offer their condolences to the family during this difficult time. Although it was a challenging period, the family made the choice to remain strong. For Stephen, the pain was particularly intense. He confined himself to his room, rarely venturing out until the memorial service. During the service, his loved one received the final honor bestowed upon her by the family, her fans, friends, and everyone who held her dear. The atmosphere was filled with a mixture of sorrow and awkwardness as each person paid their own tribute to her.After the somber ceremony came to an end, Clinton, her ex-boyfriend, and Nathaniel, her betrayed best friend, appeared to pay their final respects. As the crowd dispersed and returned to their respective homes, Clinton and Nathaniel best friend remained behind,
"What did you have in mind?" Alicia suggested, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I think it will be better if we let him know about this.""I think I am in support of Mike," Zia supported, her tone sympathetic. "He's feeling down right now, we shouldn't bother him.""So, what's the plan?" Alicia demanded, her voice filled with determination as she sought to understand the next course of action."I think we should inform the cops," Zia suggested, her voice thoughtful and cautious."That's not a good idea," Mike said, his brows furrowing in deep contemplation. "Going there with cops is going to ruin everything. Immediately he sets eyes on them, he would try to escape."Alicia's concern was evident as she demanded, "So what are you gonna do?" Her voice revealing a mix of anxiety and anticipation.Mike's sense of urgency was palpable as he questioned further, "Is there no other information about the guy?" His words hung in the air, a desperate plea for a lead that cou
"Explain yourself then," he retorted, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and curiosity. He leaned in, ready to give a listening ear to Mike's explanation. The intensity of the situation hung heavy in the room, as tension crackled in the air.Mike launched into his explanation, his words pouring out in a torrent. He painted a vivid picture of the events that had transpired, recounting every detail and nuance. Each word seemed to carry the weight of his emotions, as he struggled to make sense of the situation. It was clear that he had been caught off guard, unsure of who to direct his mounting aggression towards.The realization hit him like a tidal wave. "This is unbelievable," he muttered, his voice trembling with a mixture of shock and remorse. Waves of regret washed over him, as he couldn't believe the extent to which he had wrongly accused the person in question. The doubts that had been whispered by others now echoed loudly in his mind, as he acknowledged that perhaps he d
"Since you've made up your mind then I am supporting you in this, Justice for Nathaniel, Justice for everyone," he said earnestly, his voice filled with unwavering determination. He pulled her into a warm, comforting hug, offering his support in the most reassuring way possible.Zia looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and curiosity. "So, what's the plan?" she asked, her voice laced with both excitement and a hint of apprehension.With a serious expression on her face, Alicia began laying out their strategy. "Plan A involves finding out if he's truly happy with his wife. You'll have to gauge his feelings, subtly probing to see if there's any room for doubt or discontentment. If he shows even a flicker of uncertainty, that's when you seize the opportunity to get closer to him. Confide in him, expressing your own indecision about your feelings and let him know you still care for him. His response will dictate our next move. If there's a chance it could work, I'll pr
The following evening, as the sun began its descent, casting an enchanting golden glow across the city, Zia gracefully stepped out of her sleek black car. With an air of undeniable confidence, she sauntered towards the entrance of the lively club, emanating an aura of rebellion and rebellion in her edgy attire.Donning a tantalizingly daring yet effortlessly cool ensemble, Zia's attire was a testament to her unapologetically rebellious personality. A form-fitting leather jacket clung to her lithe frame, accentuating her alluring silhouette, while distressed jeans hugged her long legs with a hint of irreverence. Completing her ensemble, a pair of crimson combat boots added a pop of defiant color, metaphorically stomping on societal norms.As she adjusted her aviator sunglasses, her eyes flickered mischievously like a flame dancing in the night. With an alluring glance, she reached into her pocket and retrieved her phone, her fingers gliding effortlessly across the screen to compose a m
"Do you know what I hated most is pity and hollow sympathy," he let out with a hint of frustration, his voice tinged with annoyance."Shit, your temper is bad, I am not showing you pity after all," she said, her tone softening slightly, conceding to his irritation."I guess we forget about it. It's something you wouldn't want to hear. Let's talk about other things," he replied, seeking to swiftly divert the conversation and end the discussion."Do you think it's not necessary? I can help you figure things out," Zia replied, her voice filled with a genuine concern for the person standing before her."Let's set that aside for now. How have you been coping? I saw the post about you. Was it all true?" he demanded, feigning innocence as he probed deeper into the issue."I wished I could find the culprit responsible for spreading such false information. He doesn't deserve any sympathy from me," Zia said, her frustration evident in her voice. She pondered aloud, "I wonder why someone would d