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.