Fall For You( Love , marriage and divorce #3)
light on Sahara's face. It cast harsh shadows under her eyes, mirroring the da
ging within. Monique, her mother, sat opposite, flipping through the worn pages of their family album
ome on, moppets," she chirped, her voice tinged with forced cheer. "This day wo
dges of a photo where Sahara, a giggling toddler,
d house of memories. But looking at Sahara, a statue sculpted from despair, M
Sahara, whose gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon, and the
ack to Louise. A flicker of hope, fragile
ord a dam breaking, releasing
unable to contain her j
it of sunshi
derf
, filled with a raw longing, met Monique's. "Can we ask D
ne, that Clinton wouldn't come. But seeing the yearning in Sahara's eyes, t
e replied, her voice t
ymbol of everything broken in their family. The lobby was a cacoph
weekend clothes, felt like intruders in this
n not for them. From the moment they entered, a suffocating silence descended, broken only
th the facade, a storm raged. Shame, anger, and a primal need to protect Sahara warred within her. Her daughter
n, her practiced grace a stark contrast to the turmoil within. "We'd l
nervous eyes, stammered, "Mr. Beaumont is currentl
the white and blue balloons twisted into an arch
eir faces aglow with a love Monique had thought hers, their arms crad
glinted: "Celebrating the fu
a," another gilded inscription screamed, ea
stament to their happines
iled in
ound still raw from the ne
replacing it with a steely resolve. She wouldn't be th
ausea washe
weight of their gazes, threatened to suffocate her. She felt S
whispered, forcing a smile.
ionist and said, "We'll wait for
he nervous recept
he whispers of the onlookers became audible.
ength for her daughter and herself while waiting for the elevato
ups, igniting a wildfire of comments. Texts
ty, the silence in the lobby morphed into a
ped Monique as the el
to her daughter, wh
-hm
s about to breathe another sigh of relief, thinking they had left the moc
de and disdain, entered the elevator. Their eyes, like venomous s
floor seemed to add another layer of humiliation
pulled out her phone, a weapon poised to strike. Monique felt the click o
the flash. Her gaze met the
with a gloating smirk. She had just posted the capture
her companions, their faces conto
e WhatsApp group, a viper pit where her life was dissected, her pain
who I thi
king like she's s
doing here? Flaun
e tears threatening to spill. But she held on, for Sahara, whose innocent ha
fire, snapping pictures, live streaming, and
ed the virtual space, comparin
g of pity or consideration. The elevator's atmosphere resona
er? She looks terrible. She us
lapped in the face enough? How can she even have the guts to show
istently, followed by giggles and scornful looks towards Monique. Their fingers flew across the screen; they coul
e stunning; however, she pales in terms
's so virtuous and gentle. Not to mention, those two are a pai
lked about? Probably her boring and daily mundane
to the mug cup?" This was
age of the two rivals,
ar. Look at the ex-wife; she looks like a weath
e's just an abandoned woman. I can't be
woman...sigh...I feel
to a son, those who only birth use
Inc. After all, girls can only be good for str
k than her mother, she can marry into
t her. Well, if she's sensible and behaves herself, ma
if, Mrs. Lyd
ll our boss's wife, how abo
t. She's just an abandoned woman.