'Hey, baby,' Brindle greeted when she opened the door, and Mr. Wood steppe

. Wood replied, stepping away. 'I did make some sense in some way,' Brindle continued. 'She needs to hear this sooner or later becau

at, Brindle. Not in front of everybody, especially on her big day.

e said angrily, her hand gestures echoing her passionate tone. "You can call me anything. What do you expect from someone who wants to be with his love after so

f someone else's happiness. I can't do this to Natalie, especiall

said and slammed the door and left the room angrily leaving Mr

rain. The echoes of his cries ricocheted around the room. It was an emotional outburst, an attempt to alleviate the pressure that had accumulated

thing. On the other, there's the love of my life, someone I've cherished since I was eight. What do I do now?" It was a decision that tore him apart, leaving him s

d home early to prepare for his wife's award night, immediately they entered their three-story building mansion, Mr.s

e. The sunsets became more bittersweet, the walks by the beach more nostalgic, and the time spent together more precious. They knew the real world was calling, signaling the end of their private paradise. Yet, amidst

e expansive spaces of their mansion felt alive with the hustle and bustle of preparations. The atelier was set, showcasing an array of designs, from the elegant to the avant-garde, all aimed

flict raging within him. He remained silent, each passing moment only cementing his agony. His gaze followed her as she swirled in exquisite gowns and stunning designs, each one a test

s met with a photo of Brindle's baby bump and a chilling message: "If you want to see us alive, do what we say. I

treaming down his face. After a moment, a determination overcame him, and he stood up, wiping away the

what seemed like an eternity-50 seconds of profound stillness. "It's all about you, Richy," his wife proclaimed, looking up at him. "I want the world to see how grateful you've been in my life and how you're the reason I am where I am," she continued, her smile radiating joy. Mr. Wood, still speechless, stood there, a solitary tear escaping hi