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She was a little healthy, with a motherly smile never leaving her face. I was lost in my thoughts, when Mrs. De'souza greeted me "Good Morning Sia!" Her tone was low and polite, dripping with motherly love and care. I didn't say anything and just kept looking at her. She looked at my frozen expressions and stepped closer to me. Her right hand went to my head and she caressed it. Her eyes were moist and she complained, "It's been so long since I have seen you last.... You don't come here at all... Don't you ever miss me?!.... You don't even call me these days". I felt bad, for putting her through this. I still didn't reply and just looked down.

“Jay and I are mates. If you have any problem, go and talk to Jonathan Manchester. Scheming here alone wouldn't help.” “Don't forget your place.” “Actually, you have forgotten your original place.” My feet step even closer and she stumbles a step back, startled. The door unlocks, revealing Jay. “It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Sheena.” Her gaze turns into a glare. I walk over to the door but halt and turn around. “Honestly, you aren't married yet. Shouldn't you be using Miss instead of Mrs?” She grits her teeth, fuming. As my head turns to him, I step out and he closes the door behind me.

∆NO POV∆ "Madam, do you want to have breakfast?" The cook asked gently, with a careful voice as she glanced at Jessica lounging in Jacob’s favorite chair, her expression unreadable as always. Jessica let out an annoyed sigh, waving her hand lazily. "Serve it..." she said, while scrolling through her mobile,

Not long after, the door opened to reveal the figure of the woman he really didn't like. "Good afternoon, dear Mr. Arka, ah, should I mention you too, Teacher?" "What are you doing here?" he asked flatly but with a really sharp gaze that made the woman smile wryly. "Is this how you welcome guests? But it's okay, I still like it, I just came here to bring you lunch and also..." "I don't need your food. So you'd better go now! I'm busy," said Mr. Arka, interrupting the woman's words, which weren't even finished.

The car door slowly pushed open and Damian stepped out, Damian is the Beta to the Alpha of our pack, he was still as breathtaking as always, in his corporate suit, with his muscular broad build. Damian and I were fated mates and we were so much in love with each other but a few months into our marriage he had changed so much, I never for once fell out of love with everything I admired so much about him, but he seemed to forget everything about me, he might soon even forget I existed. Just as these thoughts were swirling in my head, the passenger door to the car swung open and she walked out. Lilian, my half-sister, the last of my father. A sight that tore through me like a jagged blade.

"I'm not mad at you, Dear." "Whether you're mad at me or not, I don't care," Mr. Myron replied. Mrs. Charlotte's lips immediately pouted. "Why say such things? Do you not love me anymore?" Mr. Myron stopped walking. "Shouldn't I be the one saying that?" Mrs. Charlotte stood in front of him. "What do you mean?" she asked with a frown. Mr. Myron crossed his arms over his chest. "I want to ask you something."

com DOCE, Richard told me that you’ve been excited about MAMA AFRICA, but I’d like to read this from you. Are you mad at me? I hope you understand that my previous actions were only for your sake... I still think of our night and you? I await your answer, Mr. X ---------------------------- RE: DOCE From: x@rlc.com Sent: Friday, December 07, 2012 8:12 PM To: daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com DOCE, Your silence saddens me more and more... I need to talk to you... I miss talking to you, seeing your face, your smile... I need you, I have something very important to talk to you about... us.

"I'm so happy to meet you, Mrs. Girard. Thank you for having me out to visit today." "Honey, if you call me Mrs. Girard, I'm going to keep looking over my shoulder expecting to see my mother-in-law, and she's been on the other side of glory for thirty years now. Everyone around here calls me Gram or Anna. I'd appreciate it if you'd do the same." "Thank you. I will." "Good." Gram nodded and glanced at me. "She's as pretty as you said. Come on into the kitchen so we can get to know each other better."

"Of course my dear. I did." "But you didn't reply." I said. She smile and tweaked my nose. "I'm so excited. That's it. Sorry dear." "No problem Mrs Norman." "Firstly," She stated. "Don't call me Mrs Norman anymore. Ok?" "Oh ok. I'm sorry ma'am."

I also got your get-well-soon cards, thank you," I said. "As long as you haven’t sent in a resignation letter, you’re still part of us, Elena," Declan assured me. "Thank you, once again," I said. If I could express my gratitude to him and the rest of the staff a million times, I would. It suddenly hit me how much love I had back home,my dad, Martins, Jacinta, and my colleagues at work,something I had never truly appreciated until now. Well, after receiving only bits of love and attention or sometimes none at all I’ve come to appreciate and value the affection given to me. Even if Adrian had chosen not to be part of the babies’ lives, they still wouldn’t have lacked love and care.