The room brightened as a ray of sunlight slipped through the curtains, gently caressing Carmela's face and filling the space with warmth and comfort.
Feeling the rays of light, Carmela sensed a glimmer of hope and optimism, as if the universe was assuring her that everything would be alright.She stirred on the bed, pulling the bedspread closer for a cozy embrace. Slowly, she opened her eyes, greeted by the breathtaking sky outside.With a gentle yawn, Carmela sat up and tenderly placed her hand on her stomach. "Good morning, world. Good morning, baby. I promise I'll give you the best of myself," she whispered, feeling a strong connection with the little life growing within her.Sitting at the edge of the bed, she reached for her phone on the table, sliding it open to embrace a new day.The bright light from Carmela's phone illuminated her face, reminding her that she had missed the time to meet her lawyer. She had signed the divorce papers and wanted to hand them over to the lawyer, leaving him to deal with Max. After that, she planned to head straight to the airport. Carmela had made up her mind the night before to leave Winchester behind, seeking a new chapter in her life.Just then, she heard a loud knock on the door, and she hurried to see who it was. It turned out to be Nichole, and Carmela realized that Max hadn't returned home since the previous night."Who is it?" Carmela asked, puzzled by the incessant knocking. She opened the door, and there stood Nichole, dressed casually in blue jeans, a black polo, a cap, and white sneakers. Carmela couldn't help but wonder why she had come so early in the morning. If it was about Max, then he hadn't come back home all night."Nichole, why are you here so early?" Carmela frowned."Am I not welcome in your house anymore? Anyways, sorry for coming so early in the morning," Nichole replied shortly, walking past Carmela, who hesitated to let her in. "I heard that you're intending to divorce Max," Nichole said, scanning the room with her eyes."Yes, don't I have a reason to?" Carmela nagged, but Nichole didn't seem interested in arguing. She appeared rather pleased that they were divorcing, and if she could make Carmela leave instantly, she would gladly comply."Chill, girl. We've been friends forever, and I don't know why you didn't tell me first before deciding to bring up the idea of divorcing that loving man." Nichole's tone softened slightly, trying to appeal to their long-lasting friendship."I'm sorry. I was feeling really on edge," Carmela said, catching her breath and relaxing against the wall, her arms crossed."What's going on with you? Is your husband cheating on you?" Nichole approached her, trying to act concerned."No, it's not that... you don't need to know. I'll be alright; you don't need to be bothered about me," Carmela replied, her eyes fixed on Nichole."Okay," Nichole raised her hand, signaling that she was giving up on prying further. "Anyways, I need something from you."Carmela knew that Nichole had frequently sought her help ever since she found out that Carmela married a wealthy man. And this time was no exception. Nichole pleaded with her, clasping her hands together, asking for another loan."I need $100; it's for something urgent," Nichole said."It's okay, no need to be so dramatic. Let me go get it for you," Carmela said, walking away from the room.As Nichole waited for Carmela's return, she grew impatient. Soon, her phone began to ring, and she picked it up with a beam on her face."Hey, babe," she greeted the masculine voice on the other end of the line."Hey, have you gotten the money yet?" The man's voice was impatient, as if he couldn't wait any longer."She just went in to get the money for me. I spoke with her, and she's determined to get a divorce. Isn't that great? I can't wait for her to divorce and take her place instead," Nichole laughed, relishing her devious plans."Our plans are working perfectly fine. Just get the money," the man replied."At least we can finally be together.." Before Nichole could finish speaking, she felt a presence and turned her head, her heart pounding as she saw Carmela standing behind her, looking at her with disbelief."How long have you been standing there?" Nichole asked Carmela nervously."Long enough to hear all your conversations so far," Carmela's voice was cold. She had overheard everything, and she couldn't stay still and do nothing."Tell me. Since when have you been involved with my man?" Carmela rushed towards Nichole, pushing her chest repeatedly. Fear was evident in Nichole's eyes."I-It's not what you think," Nichole stammered as her back finally hit the wall."Do you think I wouldn't find out? The disappearances, the fake business trips, the dress. You didn't even try to hide it! When I wanted so badly to believe that my best friend wouldn't betray me and sleep with my husband, I just couldn't." Tears welled up in Carmela's eyes."Carmela, calm down. I can explain," Nichole pleaded, but Carmela was filled with rage. Her hands were already gripping Nichole's sleeves as if she wanted to strangle her."How could you!!" Carmela screamed at the top of her voice.As the two engaged in a struggle, they heard a car stop in front of the house, and Nichole realized it was Max's vehicle. She pushed Carmela away, rushed to a glass cup, and in a moment of desperation, she picked it up, broke it, and cut her skin, causing herself to bleed and fall to the ground. The door swiftly flew open, and Max appeared before them both."What's going on here? Carmela, what have you done?!" Max yelled coldly. Before Carmela could reply, Nichole cried out, "I was trying to persuade her not to divorce you. I was telling her that your business was going to bounce back and nothing would happen to the company, but she attacked me."Nichole continued crying, while Carmela struggled to stand up and speak, but Max cut her off, saying, "Shut up." His words were harsh and final. The truth seemed to be evident to him. "Now I know that what they said is true. You married me because of my money! Bring the divorce papers, and I will sign them here and now."Nichole's tears flowed, and Carmela's legs gave way beneath her, overwhelmed with sorrow, unable to believe what was happening.Nichole and Max held unto each other on the floor, like they were some sort of couple. However, Carmela stood right in front staring at these two betrayal.“You’ll believe her over your wife?” Carmela strikes her chest, in pain. She couldn’t believe that her husband would voice out at her in such a manner.To the extent of not letting her say her part of the story. “Isn’t it obvious? Or do you want us to go to the police station? She can press charges and I would testify as well that I saw you try to hurt her.” Max glared hard at her, his eyes almost piercing out of its socket.Even though Max and Carmela had been together for 5 to 6 years now, never for once has he ever yelled at her or regarded her resolve useless. The man standing right in front of her wasn’t her husband anymore, but her best friend.“You tried to kill her. Who knows what would have happened if I didn’t get here early.” The way he spoke sounded like a threat to Carmela’s hearing and by the looks of things, she had
Six years had passed, and Carmela had finally found herself. She had left the city of Winchester, but not before getting a divorce from Max. It took a while for the divorce to be settled, as Max didn't want to let her go, still having two minds. But in the end, she won and she was able to move on with her life. She started a new life in a small town called Springdale. It was a quiet town, and she liked it that way. She didn't want any drama or excitement in her life. She just wanted to live a simple, peaceful life.Carmela's twins, a boy, and a girl, were a source of joy and light in her life. She named the boy Noah and the girl Hannah. They were both bright, happy children, and they loved their mother very much. Carmela was devoted to them, and she loved spending time with them. She was glad to be able to give them a happy, stable home, which was something she had not had as a child. Noah and Hannah were always curious about their father, but Carmela never told them anything about h
The next day, Carmela went to work as usual. She tried to focus on her job, but she couldn't stop thinking about the shadow she had seen the night before. Had it really been there, or was she just imagining things? And if it had been real, what did it mean? Was someone watching her? She shivered again.Just then, her boss, Pedro, walked into her office. "Hey Carm," he said. "How's it going?""Fine," she said, forcing a smile. "How's it going for you?""Pretty good," he said.Pedro hesitated for a moment, then said, "Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to go out to dinner with me this weekend. I know a great little Italian place, and I think you'd really like it."Carmela's heart skipped a beat. She knew she should say no because Pedro has always been nice to her, since she entered this firm and decided to work with him on several works here and there.She didn't want to lead him on, and she didn't feel that way about him. But at the same time, she didn't want to hurt his feelings. "Tha
"You know I'm here for you, right?" Sarah asked. "No matter what happens, I'm always here to listen and support you. And I'm sure your friends and family will feel the same way."Carmela felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. "Thank you, Sarah," she said. "I don't know what I'd do without you.""You don't have to worry about that," Sarah said. "We're family, even if we're not related by blood. And family is there for each other, no matter what."Carmela hung up the phone and grabbed her keys, heading out the door. She drove to the police station, her mind racing with thoughts and worries. ***She sat in the waiting room, tapping her foot anxiously as she waited for someone to call her name. Finally, a police officer came out and asked her to follow him to a private room."So, you want to report a missing person?" the officer asked as they sat down at a table. "Tell me everything you know."Carmela took a deep breath and told the officer everything.The officer took notes, his brow fu
Carmela followed Pedro to his car, a sleek black sedan with tinted windows. As they drove through the city, she noticed that they were headed to a very fancy neighborhood, filled with huge houses and perfectly manicured lawns. When they pulled up to a large, imposing gate, a guard stepped out to greet them. "Mr. Lone, welcome back," the guard said. "Is this your guest?""Yes, this is Mrs. Martins," Pedro said. "She'll be staying with me for the night. Please make her feel at home.""Yes, Mr. Lone," the guard said. He turned to Carmela with a smile. "Welcome to the Lone estate, Mrs. Martins. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable."Carmela felt a little like she was in a dream. Everything seemed so surreal. She followed Pedro into the house, marveling at the opulent furnishings and the massive chandeliers. A maid was dusting in the foyer, and she nodded politely as they passed.A swarm of Maids followed along with a lady in front to greet C
Just as Carmela was starting to feel a little more at ease, her phone rang. It was the police station, calling to tell her that she needed to come in right away. Her heart sank as she hung up the phone. "I'm sorry, but I have to go," she said to George. "The police need to talk to me."George looked worried. "I hope everything is all right," he said. "If you need anything, please let me know."Carmela nodded and left the room, feeling a mix of fear and confusion.As Carmela pulled up to the police station, her heart was pounding in her chest. She had no idea what was going on, but she had a feeling that it wasn't good. She took a deep breath and walked into the station, her hands shaking.The officer at the front desk greeted her with a smile. "You must be Carmela," she said. "Follow me, the chief wants to speak with you."Carmela followed the officer down a long hallway, her mind racing with possibilities. What could the police possibly want with her?The officer led Carmela into a s
"I know this is a lot to take in," Andrew said, "but we need to figure out what to do next. We can't just sit here and do nothing. We need to take action, and we need to do it quickly. The longer we wait, the harder this will be on everyone involved."Carmela nodded, her mind racing. "What are my options?" she asked.Andrew took a deep breath. "There are a few different paths we could take," he said. "I can help you explore all of them. But first, we need to answer one crucial question.""What do you want?" Andrew asked. "What outcome do you want from all of this? What's your end goal?"Carmela thought for a moment. "I want my kids to be safe and happy," she said. "I want them to have a stable, loving home. I don't want them to be caught up in a legal battle. I don't want them to be hurt by any of this."Andrew nodded. "That's a good place to start," he said. "Now, let's talk about how we can get there.""I think the best thing we can do is talk to Max," Andrew said. "We need to hear h
But before Carmela could speak, the door flew open with a bang, and a tall, imposing figure strode into the room. "Stop right there," the man said, his voice booming. "This is not the time for this conversation."Carmela recognized the man immediately - it was the chief of police, and he looked furious. "Chief Johnson, what's going on?" she asked, her heart pounding.The chief's eyes were cold and hard. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you all to come with me," he said."I'm sorry, but I need you to come with me," Chief Johnson said, his tone brooking no argument. "I'll explain everything once we're at the station."Carmela hesitated, torn between staying with her children and doing what the chief said. But then she looked down at Hannah and Noah, and knew she had to go with them. "Okay," she said. "But please, tell me what's going on."Chief Johnson looked at the twins, his expression softening slightly. "I'll explain everything," he said.The car ride to the police station was te