As he shut the door to the gate, Christopher took in a deep breath. He was late, and he had no idea what the reception would be like. Living with his family-in-law was humiliating for anybody, but with personalities like the ones in the family, there was sure to be even more humiliation.
Opening the door, he walked in, immediately facing criticism from Laura's family for his late arrival. Jim and Melody, her older brother and mother, both harped on him immediately, expressing their frustration at his inability to arrive back home on time.
“Do you see the time?” asked Jim, pointing at the clock, “Where have you been all day? Are you trying to intentionally make the family starve?”
Joining in on the bandwagon, Melody accused him of neglect, poking at his chest. “You think you are better than this, huh? You think you are now too good to cook for us? Do you think you are too good for this family? Because newsflash, you are not.”
Pulling her hand gently away from his chest, Christopher frowned in concern and tried to get his mother-in-law to settle down. “I'm sorry, Melody. You need to calm down."
Walking in from one of the rooms, Laura notices his presence and asks him if he is okay. “Are you okay Christopher? Because right now I'm not sure. First at work and now here?”
“I'm okay Laura,” he smiled.
“You had better be,” she said, and before he could say anything, he stormed away to their bedroom and stormed away.Leaving her family in the living room and following her into the room, he meets her sitting on the bed. When he walked in, she frowned, eyes filled with tears.
“Are you okay?” she asked, thinking about all of the events of the day. “Today at work there was a lot, and I know about the ultimatum issued to you by Atis, and I tried to talk him out of it, but things just went haywire.”
“I-”
Getting increasingly enraged, Laura continued to speak. ‘'So there is a situation at work, and not only did you refuse to tell me, but he gave you two different impossible cases, the McIntyre case or getting 100 sales in 24 hours. You know it's impossible. I know it's impossible. Yet you did not point that out. Are you okay?”
“That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I think it's best if I-”
Interrupting again, she looked at him. “Are you really going to humiliate me by taking the job offer? Are you really going to place me in a position of humiliation by accepting the offer being extended by Rivera?”“No, I-” he tried.
“Does our relationship mean so little to you? Are you actually going to betray our relationship? Are you so willing to let our relationship fall apart? You know who Rivera is, you know what he is capable of, and all the things he has done to me in the time we have known him. Please do not fail me,” she pleaded.“You know how hard I worked for my promotion and the life I currently have, and I was clear enough about the fact that I never wanted to be out in a position to lose all that I had built by helping you into the company. I begged you. I asked you to make sure that I would not regret my decision to help you, and I encouraged you. I asked you to be careful and even gave you tips, and than I have given anyone else. And now you are opening me up to this from him. Did I make a mistake?”
Features softening, Christopher realized how serious the entire situation is, finally accepting how his shortcomings had affected their relationship. Placing a hand into hers, he tried to smooth her nerves to no avail.
"Fine. It's okay if you want my hands off your body. That's perfectly okay. I know how you feel about Rivera, and I have known that for the longest time. I love you more than life itself, and I love the life I have built with you. I would never do anything to jeopardize it, and I need you to know that. I have this under control, and I know you put a lot at stake to get me that job.
The ultimatum issued by Atis will not be a way in for Rivera, and you can rest assured that I value our relationship more than I value anything else, and I will not do anything to jeopardize it. I have this under control.”
Hearing that, Laura began to sob, and feeling pathetic, Christopher began to rub his hand in slow circles, unable to listen to her sobbing. He knew exactly how she felt, and could only begin to imagine the pain that she was in because of him.
He hates nothing more than being the cause of anyone's pain, and even worse, the woman he loved the most in the world. “Babe,” he tried, using his hand to tuck hair away from her face.
“Don't touch me,” she yelled, slapping his hand away. “I'm really sick and tired of you… I'm tired of all of this. You make my chest hurt, and my heart aches from trying. It's getting exhausting. It's tired. I'm tired.
I know my parents never made it easy for you, but right now I am tired of trying. If this challenge or ultimatum doesn't work out, then we need to do as my parents sat and get divorced. I love you, and you mean the world to me, but I don't think we would be compatible anymore if this fails.”
Getting up and walking out, she left him in the room with his thoughts, and he put his head between his hands and groaned.
Losing his business had been a painful experience for them both, mostly because they had both invested all of their money into the business. Getting the job had been so difficult, but she had pulled all of the strings she had to make sure that he had gotten the job, and he had worked hard to prove himself while working at it, every day.
He knew it had put a strain on their relationship, and that she got criticized for any of his failings, but he had no idea that it had affected the relationship so strongly that she was now considering divorce.
In the living room, Laura put her head into her palms and though about her husband, the man she loved the most in the world. Now they were about to drift apart because she was going to take the advice that her parents had given to her and get divorced if things did not work out at work for her husband.
She was hopeful that things somehow worked themselves out without her losing her mind, because she felt like that was what was happening. She loved him, and suggesting the divorce had felt like she was speaking with a hammer down her throat, but it had to be considered, because they were no longer working out like they used to. Maybe it was time for them to let go.
Walking into the living room where Laura sat, Christopher shook his head, refusing her request. “No.” The sound of the word alone made Laura raise her he'd up and roll her eyes in anger. In the last three years, Christopher had never uttered a word in the negative to her, and now that the topic of divorce had come up, he was now strongly opinionated. It had happened before–whenever her parents mentioned to him that they should get divorced, he would become adamant, and tonight was no exception. Getting up and pushing past him to go into the room, Laura tried to keep the scenes as privately as possible. “Look, Laura. I love you. I love you so much that I cannot imagine a future without you. You can't tell me that we add going to get divorced, because I disagree. I do not want to get a divorce, and without my input, you are not getting divorced from me. Look, Laura, I know that I have asked you many times to trust me,” he said, careful not to get too close to her for fear of spook
Alone on the bed with his thoughts, Christopher began to think about the dinner that was coming up between his wife and Rivera. From the drop in he had gotten at his desk, he knew that Rivers had ulterior motives to seduce his wife. There was the possibility that he was lying, or just bluffing, but knowing Rivera, the intent was very present. With a sigh of irritation, at Rivera, at himself, and the entire situation, he got up and opened the door, walking into the dining area with a wide smile on his face. The rest of the family was gathered at the table, and as he walked in, they all went silent, turning to look at him. The tension was palpable enough to cut through with a knife, and he took his seat beside Laura, still smiling. As dishes were passed and everyone took on the amount of food they could finish, Christopher noted that he was getting a number of furtive stares. Thinking nothing of it, he ignored, and began to eat. The regular conversation of everyone asking how the ot
Unknown to Christopher, Jim had overheard his speech, and he looked on appreciating at him. One of his biggest worries when he had met the man his sister wanted to marry was that he was after her money, especially when he considered the fact that he was poor and Laura had quite the inheritance. It was a welcome relief, even though he did not approve of the man, to see that he was not the kind to incite tension or problems over the money that they had. “For a poor man, at least he has a little bit of morals, when you move out, you can have your morals for dinner” Jim snorted, poking at his food. As he watched on, his fiance seemed to ruminate on what he had just said, and then turned suddenly to him, her face the perfect picture of displeasure. “You pathetic waste of space. How dare you speak to her husband that way? How does his financial status affect you?” she asked, sneering. Taken aback, Jim sat there, his mouth gaping open and shut like a fish. His girlfriend was not the t
Upstairs, Christopher went to his work desk and continued to work, ignoring the snickers of his co-workers as they came into the shared office space. “Yo, Christopher,” laughed Tim, the office jester, “you're getting fired today! If I was you I wouldn't even have bothered to come into work today. ” Intentionally, Christopher decided to it ore it just like he had ignored Moss earlier that day. Walking out of the elevator, River approached Christopher and began to mock him. “I called you while you were downstairs, and you ignored me. Do you have any idea just how disrespectful that is? Today is the day you will lose your job, so you might as well just do as I tell you.” “That… is my job,” muttered Christopher. “There's no way you think that I should be doing anything different.”“Talking back, I see. No worries. The clock will soon strike 9:00am, and you will no longer work here, you waste of space.” Ignoring him, Christopher continued to type on his keyboard, logging in the rest o
Together, they got into their cars, Laura got into her new sports car, and Christopher drove the other car behind her as they headed over to her parents' house. The drive was not a long one, and in mere minutes, the pair had arrived home. The joy at the day's successes did not last a long time, as they met packed bags sitting on the stoop of the house. In front of the entire pile was a wicker chair that Laura had had for a few years, and if they had been unsure before, that was a definite sign that they were being kicked out. Laura looked at Christopher as though she needed to make sure that he was seeing the exact same thing that she was seeing, but his face did not bely any shock. Melody and Austin must have spent all day packing their things, and needing to hear it straight from the horse's mouth, Laura went to the door and knocked on it. At first nobody answered, and Laura put her head to the door to listen for footsteps. She was too focused on listening, so she did not see
Just then, they heard the door to their parent's house open and shut, and Melody ran over to them. “I see that you have borrowed somebody's car. I know what Christopher earns, so he definitely could not afford that car. Did you buy it? Oh gods, you are letting this lowlife man leech off you. He will run your bankrupt, you just wait and see." Turning to Christopher, she said, “ I know you are useless, but if you have managed to make yourself some friends in rich places, you can come back in, and we will settle this amicably. Perhaps we can help you network with them and get you a–” “No, thank you,” smiled Christopher, forcing the words through his teeth. “We don't need to prove anything to you, and we don't need you to believe us. This is our car. We have the receipts to show it, not that it's any of your business. Besides, why do you care? You already kicked us out of your home, and we did not argue. We agreed to the suggestion, that you made all by yourself, by the way.” “Yeah mu
Getting into the car, Laura peeled out of the driveway, and mirroring her, Christopher did the same. Her mother stood there with her mouth agape, almost washed out by the blaring sound of the radio that she had turned on. It was a good thing that things had happened the way they did, when they did, because she had been undergoing a lot of abuse and disrespect, and she might have been too afraid to pull it off. Her father had not even dignified her with a response when she had asked for some clarity, and she had gotten not so much as an apology when they had had to leave. Only when she had thought that her daughter might be well on her luck had Melody started to apologize. But then the doubts began to cloud Laura's mind. Now that they had been kicked out, how exactly were they going to live? She had not yet sent in her letter of resignation at the initial company, and it was irrational, but she wondered if she could just go into work the next week and act like nothing had happened.
Spotting her from behind Christopher, the gateman bowed his head in greeting. “Good evening ma'am. ”Flustered, Laura waved her hand in front of her face. “No no, there's no need-”“Go on, ” Christopher said to the gateman, dismissing him. With a nod, the gateman began to walk away, and Laura watched his back. “Some of the boxes are too heavy for me to lift,” she frowned, “Could you come help me?”“Sure.”The couple walked into the house and finished lifting the last of the boxes into the house. Many hours later, they were settled into bed, and Christopher was running his hand through Laura's hair. “Would you be ready for work tomorrow?” “Work?” she asked, peeling herself away from his chest. “You asked me to leave- Am I going back there? ”“Oh, no, relax, ” said Christopher, “my mistake. I lined up a job for you at Mr. Davies' company. He recently fired one of his managers, and I think you would be the perfect fit for the job. If you want it, of course. ”“Of course I do! " Sque
Over time, the Caruthers family thrived, facing life’s challenges with strength. Lily, now a teenager, had grown into someone who loved both art and science. Her room showed this mix, with drawings and trophies on display.Christopher and Laura were proud of Lily’s interests and encouraged her to do her best. Even when things got tough, they stayed close as a family, supporting each other through it all.One day, the family gathered for a special occasion – Lily's prize-giving day. Christopher, Laura, James, and the extended family filled the auditorium with pride and anticipation. Lily, dressed in a blend of artistic flair and sophistication, stepped onto the stage to receive her awards.As Lily stepped onto the stage, the room buzzed with excitement and anticipation. Christopher and Laura beamed with pride as they watched their daughter gracefully accept her awards, a testament to her hard work and dedication.In her speech, Lily eloquently expressed gratitude to her family for thei
As life continued to unfold in the Caruthers household and at the Philly group, an unexpected turn of events awaited the family. One evening, after a casual dinner, James sat alone in the living room, flipping through the family journals and reflecting on the journey of his recovery.A sudden wave of memories washed over James, triggering a surge of recognition. Flashes of moments, both recent and distant, intertwined in his mind. A sense of clarity swept through him as he realized that he was regaining his lost memories.In a mix of astonishment and joy, James rushed to share the revelation with the rest of the family. As he gathered them in the living room, excitement and anticipation filled the air."I don't know how to explain it, but it's like a fog is lifting," James exclaimed, a glint of recognition in his eyes. "I remember moments we've shared, experiences, and even details from before the accident."The Caruthers family, overjoyed by James' breakthrough, gathered around him,
Life in the Caruthers household settled into a harmonious rhythm, with James on the path to recovery and the family finding strength in their shared onds. One evening, as they gathered in the living room for a casual dinner, the atmosphere was lighthearted, filled with the echoes of shared laughter.Christopher, savoring a forkful of dinner, broke the cheerful silence. "I was thinking we could plan a little getaway. A change of scenery might do us all good. What do you think?"Lily, her eyes lighting up with excitement, chimed in, "That sounds amazing! I could use some inspiration for my art. Maybe we could visit a local art gallery or explore a new town?"Laura, appreciating the idea, added, "A getaway sounds refreshing. It's been a while since we took some time off just to enjoy each other's company."James, feeling the warmth of family bonds, nodded in agreement. "Count me in. A little break from the routine could be just what I need to fully bounce back."The decision made, the Ca
The Caruthers family had settled into the rhythm of their newfound traditions, with journals chronicling their individual reflections and a philanthropic initiative bringing them closer to their community. However, a revelation from James was about to stir the calm waters of their interconnected lives.One evening, as the Caruthers gathered for a casual dinner, James hesitated before sharing something that had long weighed on his mind. "Hey, folks, there's something I need to talk to you about," he began, glancing nervously at Christopher, Laura, and Lily.Concern etched across their faces, Christopher encouraged James to continue. "James, you're family. Whatever it is, we're here for you," he assured, his voice resonating with the warmth that defined their household.Taking a deep breath, James recounted the details of an accident he had experienced months ago, a revelation that had been concealed beneath the surface of his jovial demeanor. "We all know I had this accident, but I hav
The next morning, the Caruthers family woke up to a new chapter in their lives. The joy from the successful acquisition of the Philly group lingered in the air, filling their home with a sense of accomplishment and anticipation for what lay ahead. Christopher, Laura, and Lily shared an easy breakfast, the vibrant energy from the previous night's celebration still echoing in their laughter.As the day unfolded, Christopher immersed himself in the intricacies of integrating the Philly group into their business portfolio. The possibility of positive change and growth fueled his determination. Meanwhile, Lily, inspired by the recent events, continued to add new pages to her scrapbook—a testament to the ever-expanding nature of their family's journey.Amidst the business discussions and artistic endeavors, the routine of daily life continued. In the afternoon, as Lily enjoyed some creative time in her makeshift workspace, Laura received an unexpected call from the school. A flutter of worr
The following morning, Lily woke up with a sense of eagerness at her fingertips. The memories of the previous day's visit to Aunt Rhoda and Uncle James's home lingered in her mind, inspiring her to embark on a little project. Eager to contribute to the shared fabric of their family's stories, Lily decided to create a scrapbook—a visual chronicle of the adventures, laughter, and warmth they had experienced together. Gathering her art supplies and a blank scrapbook, Lily set up a makeshift workspace in the living room. The soft morning light streamed through the windows as she flipped through the pages of the scrapbook, envisioning the tales she wanted to capture. Her first page was dedicated to the rediscovery journey of Uncle James. Lily carefully selected photographs, capturing moments from the impromptu play, the street fair, and the vibrant sculptures that adorned the town. With artistic flair, she arranged them on the page, each image telling a story of her family's resilience an
The next day, Christopher and Laura found themselves immersed in conversation at their kitchen table, the morning sunlight casting a warm glow on their faces. The aroma of coffee filled the air as they contemplated the idea Christopher had proposed about buying the struggling Philly group."Laura, do you remember the Philly group, our first workplace? I've heard they're going through bankruptcy, and it got me thinking," Christopher began, his eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and concern.Laura furrowed her brows, recalling their experiences at the Philly group. "Yes, I remember. But Chris, that place was a challenge for us. The management wasn't supportive, and we faced countless obstacles. Why would we want to buy it?"Christopher leaned back, acknowledging her perspective. "I get it, Laura. We had our share of difficulties there. But think about it – we've come a long way since then. This could be an opportunity to turn things around, reshape the place, and make it a positive envi
The following morning, a sense of curiosity lingered in the air as James woke up with an inexplicable urge to learn more about his past. Rhoda, sensing his restlessness, suggested they visit the hospital to seek medical advice.As they entered the hospital, the bustling environment triggered a flood of memories for James. The staff, caught up in their routines, seemed oblivious to his presence until a nurse, glancing up from her paperwork, gasped."John Doe!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening in recognition.Rhoda, standing beside James, exchanged a puzzled look with him. "John Doe? What does that mean?"James, with a tinge of hesitation, explained, "When I came to this hospital after the accident, I didn't remember my own name. So, they called me John Doe. It's a generic name used for unidentified individuals."Rhoda, aware of the accident that led to James going missing, nodded in understanding. As the nurse led them to a consultation room, curiosity sparked in Rhoda's eyes."What ha
The days that followed the grand celebration in the town square were filled with a whole new sense of community and joy. The Caruthers family, along with Miles, continued to weave their lives into the fabric of the community, meeting new people, making friends, and all in all just trying to get James his memory back.For Laura, it felt like Deja vu, especially because Christopher had lost his memory once already, and now that her brother had lost his own too, she was having a hard time getting herself to reconcile with it. Still, she did her best to make James feel comfortable, and even went out of her way to prepare him the same meals she had prepared for Christopher when he had the same memory problems, hoping that they would make a difference.The local school, inspired by the tale of rediscovery and resilience, invited Miles to host an art workshop. Children eagerly gathered, their eyes wide with curiosity, as Miles shared the magic of turning memories into art. The walls of the s