AT MARCH 10THAT THIRD PERSON'S POV:Michael looked at Isabella for a few moments before sighing a bit. "I think we need to give some time to setle things between us."Michael said.The air in the room grows heavy as Michael's words linger, leaving an uneasy silence between them. Isabella's heart sinks, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of his stomach."Are you... are you saying what I think you're saying, Michael?"Isabella asked.She seemed to be pretty surprised about Michael wanting to break up with her."I'm sorry, Isabella. I think we need to break up."Michael said.The words hang in the air, heavily, as Isabella struggles to process the sudden turn of events."But... but why, Michael? What did I do wrong?"Isabella asked."This," Michael said and showed the photo he had taken of her kissing that guy.At that moment Isabella understood that she had messed up a bit of time."Michael! I... I can explain."Isabella said.Michael could feel her voice shaking, knowing that she messe
AT MARCH 10TH AT THIRD PERSON POV: It seems that Isabella instantly is trying to get him back. He seemed to be surprised that she was trying to get him back even tho it was impossible. "A little date tomorrow huh?"Michael thought and sent her a message. "I am surprised about it. What do you want to talk about so much?"Michael asked and sent the message. "I want to apologize and make sure that we can be on good terms. I only asking for one dinner, Michael."Isabella wrote back. Michael sighed and decided to call her in the end. He did not understand why she wanted to have dinner with him. ''I don't want to have this dinner with you,'' Michael said as soon as Isabella answered her phone. ''I am not asking much. '' Isabella said. ''Why do you even want it? I am not planning to stay with a person who has treated me so badly before.''Michael said. ''I understand that. Michael, please let's just have a single dinner together.''Isabella asked. ''One dinner?''Michael asked.
AT MARCH 15AT THIRD PERSON'S POV: Michael sat down in his office looking at the divorce papers sent by his lawyer. He knew that this one day would have come, but now he was faced with a reality. It was time to let it go. He wanted revange, but letting her go was part of it. "What I need to do to get stronger, Wanessa?"Michael asked."I would advice you to take care of yourself more while your future ex wife will sign those papers."Wanessa said."So go to a gym?"Michael asked."It's a good thing to keep a good health."Wanessa said."I am glad I have you around Wanessa."Michael said and sent out the divorce papers.As soon as he left for the gym, Wanessa sat down on the chair in the living room took out a small tablet that was inside the bracelet, and looked at the file.Michael SmithRelationship - married (close to divorce)Level - 10Friendship - 56%"It seems that I got 44 percent left until he will be 100 percent to like me. It seems that I made the right choice. Soon I reach le
AT THE MARCH 17AT THIRD PERSON'S POV:Today was the day that Michael decided to look for a private detective to make sure that Isabella was not going to cause any of the problems. With a deep breath, Michael made a decision. He needed answers, also he needed the truth. And he knew exactly where to turn. Michael picked up the phone and dialed the number of a private detective agency. After a few rings, a gruff voice answered."Loid Investigations, how can I help you?"A man asked."Hi, my name is Michael. I need your help," He said, his voice trembling slightly."What do you need, Michael?"Detective asked."I'm going through a divorce, and I suspect that my soon to be ex wife is hiding things from me. I need someone to find out the truth."Michael said."Alright, I understand. Can you tell me more about what you suspect?"Detective asked."You can do it, host," Wanessa said.Michael took a deep breath and explained the situation to the detective on the other end of the line. The late-nig
AT MARCH 18AT THIRD PERSON'S POV:As Michael stepped into the bustling hallway of the divorce court, his heart pounded against his chest, a relentless rhythm of uncertainty. The hallway buzzed with a cacophony of whispered conversations and nervous shuffling and walking. Faces passed by, each one a silent witness to the trials and tribulations that led them to this moment.As he approached the entrance to the courtroom, Michael hesitated, his resolve faltering for a fleeting moment. But then, with a deep breath, he pushed open the door, steeling himself for the tumultuous proceedings that lay ahead. Across the room, her soon-to-be ex-wife sat stoically, her gaze unreadable, a silent testament to the deep that had formed between them. Taking her seat, Micahel braced herself for the emotional onslaught that would surely follow. And then, as the courtroom hushed, the imposing figure of the judge entered, his presence commanding attention. "All rise," the person announced, as Michael and
AT MARCH 19 AT THIRD PERSON'S POV: The next day Michael decided to call his uncle since he remembered about him having an equipment shop. ''What are you thinking about?''Wanessa asked. ''I want to buy better equipment for my cafe.''Michael said. ''You have 'new items' task. It can give you points for looking for needed items, but I am not sure if that's going to be enough.''Wanessa said. Michael nodded and smiled. He was happy that Wanessa was trying to help him. It was something that Isabella never gave to him before. Now he needed to call his uncle and get things ready. As soon as he dialed his uncle's number he heard the answer. "Uncle Henry! Long time no see!"Michael said. "Hello, Michael! Well, I'll be! How've you been?"Henry asked. "Oh, you know, same old life. Just trying to navigate this crazy world. How about you? What have you been up to?"Michael asked. "Oh, you know me, Michael. Still tinkering away in the garage, fixing up old cars. Keeps me out of trouble and sho
AT MARCH 21AT THIRD PERSON'S POV:Michael was surprised to see that he needs to be a mixologist for some reason. He had some experiance before, but this letter was so weird.''If you want to get on further levels, you need a Mixology specialisation' it will open new places and things for you to experiance. Reward: be 2 million euro.""So it's a task huh?"Michael said."You seem not to be happiest."Wanessa said."I going to need to hire a teacher, but I had experiance before."Michael said and started looking for a place.In a few hours he visited one of the schools that he knew he can finish pretty quickly, since he wanted only to have basics. He stepped inside the room and saw his new teacher Mr. Parker. "Good morning, Mr.Smith. Thank you for coming in today to discuss the mixology studies schedule."A teacher said."Mr. Parker. It's my pleasure. I'm excited about the opportunity to learn more about the programs available here. I also wanted to discuss about some things. I need some
AT MAY 5TH AT THIRD PERSON'S POV:As consciousness trickled back into his mind, Michael found himself engulfed in a disorienting mist. The sterile scent of antiseptic assaulted his senses, and the rhythmic beeping of machines echoed in the room. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, squinting against the harsh fluorescent lights above. In the corner of the room, a nurse bustled around, her footsteps tapping softly on the linoleum floor. Catching the sight of Michael stirring, she approached with a warm smile. "Well, look who's decided to join us! How are you feeling, dear?"Nurse asked. Michael blinked, trying to piece together what had happened. He remembered getting a diploma and getting a bit dizzy, that was all. "I... I'm not sure. What happened?"Michael asked. "You had a bit of a tumble. You collapsed not a long time ago. But don't you worry, you're safe and sound now. Just take it easy, alright?"Nurse said. "Thank you... I think."Michael said. "No need to thank me, sweetheart. I
AT THE SAME TIMEAT THIRD PERSON'S POV:At the same time Wanessa got ready to push it."I am so happy to see that soon we are going to have our baby."Michael said."I can't believe it's finally happening!"Wanessa said."You're doing amazing. We're almost there."Nurse said."You need start pushing."Doctor said."Deep breathing."Wanessa nodded and kept pushing for a bit. In a hour Wanessa groaned again."One more big push should do it. You're doing great."Doctor said."Okay, here goes..."Wanessa groaned, before giving one final, determined push.A baby’s cry fills the room."Congratulations, Michael and Wanessa it’s a girl!"Doctor Hariis said.Doctor cut the cord and handed baby girl to the nurse before wrapping her in warm blanket."A girl? Oh, Michael, we have a daughter."Wanessa said and sniffed."A daughter... Wanessa, she's beautiful."Michael said."Here she is, Mom. Say hello to your little girl."Nurse said."Hi, sweetie. Welcome to the world."Wanessa said.A baby giggled a bit as
AT MAY 1ST AT THIRD PERSON'S POV: The nursery had been a work in progress for months, a haven of soft colors and carefully chosen furnishings. As Wanessa entered, supported by Michael's arm around her waist, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and excitment. ''Michael, look at this crib! It's even more beautiful than I imagined.''Wanessa said. "It's perfect, just like you wanted. And check out the wooden llittle animals dangling and spinning. She's going to love it."Michael said. "And this chair! I can already see us spending late nights here, rocking her to sleep.'Wanessa said. Michael nodded and smiled, it seems that all his late nights working hard have paid off. "I am happy you like it. I worked hard in secret to make it perfect. It's going to be our place, just the three of us."Michael said. "And look at all these books! We'll read to her every night."Wanessa said in excitment."You did amazing job." "And this guy will be her first best friend. What
AT JANUARY 10TH AT THIRD PERSON'S POV: Dr. Harris office was calm and quiet, the soft hum of the air conditioner blending with the distant murmur of voices from the reception area. Wanessa and Michael sat side by side in the cozy examination room, their hearts racing with anticipation. This visit was special they were about to find out the gender of their baby. Dr. Hariis, a warm and reassuring presence, entered the room with a smile. "Good afternoon, Wanessa and Michael. How are you both feeling today?"Doctor asked. Wanessa shifted slightly, her excitement evident in her eyes. "We're doing well, thank you, Dr. Hariis. We're really looking forward to finding out the gender today."Michael said. Dr. Harris nodded, pulling up the ultrasound machine beside the bed. "Excellent. Let's get started then." She turned to Wanessa. "Lie back and lift your shirt a bit. We'll take a look."Doctor said. Wanessa complied, her heart pounding with a mixture of nervousness and joy.
AT DECEMBER 1ST AT THIRD PERSON'S POV: In a morning Michael saw a list of ingredients and note. 'Gift needed to finish building some of the things in baby room.' System said. 'Thank you.'Michael said. Michael was happy as Christmas was getting closer and ir meant for him a lot of stuff to do. It was start of second semester and Wanessa was getting better. ''I feel better today.''Wanessa said. 'I am happy to hear it.''Michael said and nodded. Michael was happy to see her smiling and her sweet smile was everything for him. He was halfway done with the baby room, mostly were left to colour it when they know baby gender. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the overcast sky, blanketing the world in a pristine white. The air was crisp and filled with the unmistakable scent of pine and cinnamon. “Careful, Michael,” Wanessa called out, a playful lilt in her voice. “You don't want to end up in the tree.'' Michael chuckled, the memory of his misadventure making him grin. “I
AT NOVEMBER 1ST AT THIRD PERSON POV: Michael was happy to see her feeling better, but most of the days for her seemed to be pretty hard. Wanessa lay on the couch, feeling drained. "I can't believe how tired I am all the time," She sighed. Michael brought her a smoothie. "Maybe this will give you a bit of energy."Michael said. She smiled weakly. "Thanks, Michael. You always know what I need."Wanessa said. From Michael's perspective, seeing Wanessa struggle with constant fatigue was tough. He hated seeing her so worn out and was determined to find anything that might help her feel better. Michael found Wanessa in the kitchen, staring at the fridge with a puzzled look. "Craving something different?"Michael asked. She nodded. "Yeah, but I can't figure out what."She said embarrassed. "How about I whip up a little bit of everything?" He suggested with a grin. Michael couldn’t help but find her indecisiveness endearing. Despite the unpredictability, he enjo
AT OCTOBER 1ST AT MICHAEL'S POV: Michael got all his work done from home and for past two weeks taking care of Wanessa was his main duty. He was happy to see that she is feeling better, but she wanted to be near her all the time. ''What about your work?''Wanessa asked. ''I am making sure. You do not have to worry.''Michael said. ''Good to know.''Wanessa said. Michael nodded and smiled. He was happy to see her feeling better. In recent doctor visit he was happy to hear that everything was going well. 'A gift for you for this month ending you earned book about pregnancy. 'System said. ''It will be useful. Thank you.''Michael said. AT OCTOBER 2ND AT MICHAEL'S POV: Wanessa groaned as she tried to get comfortable on the couch. Michael was trying his best but sometimes it wasn't just enough. "This nausea is killing me."Wanessa said. Michael appeared with a glass of ginger tea. "Try this. It's supposed to help."Michael said. She took a small sip. She felt tire
AT AUGUST 17 AT THIRD PERSON'S POV: Michael and Wanessa sat together on the couch, both feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. They had just come back from the doctor's office with some incredible news: Wanessa was pregnant. The joy was overwhelming, but now came the next step, telling their families. "We should tell them in person," Michael suggested, his hand resting on Wanessa's. "It's such big news, I want to see their reactions." Wanessa nodded, her eyes sparkling. "Definitely. Let's call them over for dinner tomorrow night."Wanessa said. ''I like that idea too.''Michael said. ''Make something delicious and I will invite them.''Wanessa said. Michael smiled as he placed his head on Wanessa shoulder. Pregnancy news are going to change their life forever. Michael and Wanessa had spent the afternoon preparing a special dinner. The table was set, and the house was filled with the comforting aroma of home cooked food. As the time approached, they exchanged
AT AUGUST 15 AT THIRD PERSON The transition back to everyday life had been smoother than expected, but today was different. They were at the grocery store, stocking up for the week ahead. Wanessa had been a bit quieter than usual, but I chalked it up to the post vacation blues. As we stood in the produce section, she suddenly swayed and her face went pale. "Michael, I don't feel so good," she murmured. Before I could react, she collapsed. Panic surged through me as I dropped the basket and knelt beside her. "Wanessa! Wanessa, can you hear me?" I called, gently tapping her cheek. A few concerned shoppers gathered around us, one of them offering to call 911. Michael shook his head. "No, she’s breathing and I think she just fainted. I need to get her home."Michael said. With the help of a kind stranger, Michael got her into the car. I drove home as fast as I could, glancing at her every few seconds to make sure she was okay. Slowly Wanessa woke up, feeling the gentl
AT AUGUST 3RD AT THIRD PERSON'S POV: Michael spent most of the time with Wanessa. Having 10 more days left meant a lot for him. He wanted to make sure they are having a good time every day. Michael was spending time with Wanessa every single day and it made him happy to know that everyone seeing how much they love each other. It was something he trully enjoyed to see. ''I am happy that we can spend time together like this.''Michael said. ''Me too.''Wanessa said. Hawaii was everything he imagined and more. The sun was blazing down, the waves were crashing against the shore, and the air was filled with the scent of salt and tropical flowers. Wanessa and Michel had decided to take a break from everything and just enjoy the moment. We were strolling down Waikiki Beach, hand in hand, our feet sinking into the warm, golden sand. "I can't believe how beautiful this place is.'' Wanessa said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's like a postcard come to life." Michael smiled,