THE CEO'S NOT-SO-OBEDIENT WIFE

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ding there staring at me intently as though trying to understand something, her gaze was quite piercing that I feared she cou

my whole world screech to a halt as

ng me to go for a test so I could be checked up on but I had refused as at the moment I was on my way to the top as I have been giving a chance here in this

esk to focus on designing something new. I decided to put my full focus on the ta

e button by the side of the door and she opened up after a few minutes. "He

d also explained what the girl had said at the office and thankfully she was quite the good listener and I was happy about that. After a while we d

meatballs. She got back right on time and handed me a pregnancy pee test pack and I gazed up at her in disbelief. "I tru

facing the celling while she rambled about like a lost cau

at she had to say next, my whole world screech to a halt as I heard th

hat to do or say or behave. My whole emotions had been deprived of my face and came out as sudden tears. I

Laila say. Then she suddenly turned to f

ble down in front of me. My anxiety was at its height and depression began to seep in. I thought of my Big Am

lly text Alexander about everything. I picked up my phone and found his number. I had saved it but never had i once texted him. I dropped my phone by the nightstand and

soft, ethereal glow, casting shadows that danced and whispered secrets across the walls. In this hushed moment,

on, yet it carried a profound weight. "Hello Alexander, it's Emma Collins. We had met at a gallery opening a

in my restless slumber, my dreams a kaleidoscope of possibilities and what-ifs. The morning arrived

hrough my veins. I stepped out onto the bustling streets, my senses heightened

th the melodies of soft jazz. I found myself at a table near the window, my gaze drifti

my mind, but I refused to surrender to its seductive whispers. Just as I was about to gather my belongings

was