A Ruined Marriage: Me, My Baby and My Dear Ex-Husband

CHELSEA I hunched over the toilet, my stomach heaving uncontrollably, as waves of nausea washed over me. The acrid taste of bile lingered in my mouth, and I closed my eyes, hoping to find a moment of respite from this relentless sickness. The sound of retching filled the air, punctuated by my labored breaths. "Miss Chelsea, are you alright?" a concerned voice pierced through the fog of my discomfort. I opened my eyes to see Rowena, standing beside me with a look of worry etched across her face. I managed to catch my breath and weakly replied, "I'm... I'm fine, Rowena." My voice trembled, mirroring the weakness that had overtaken my body. "Just... just a stomach bug, I think." Rowena knelt down beside me, concern deepening in her eyes. She placed a hand on my back, gently rubbing circles to offer some semblance of comfort. "Should I get you anything? A glass of water, perhaps?" I mustered a weak smile, grateful for her presence. "Thank you, Rowena, but I think I'll be alright. It's just a passing thing, I hope." She didn't seem convinced, her gaze filled with a mixture of compassion and suspicion. "Are you sure, Miss Chelsea? This has been going on for a few days now. Maybe it's time to see a doctor." I sighed, feeling a mixture of frustration and fear. Rowena was right—I couldn't ignore these persistent symptoms any longer. Deep down, I knew this wasn't a simple stomach bug. The uncertainty gnawed at me, fueling my anxiety. "You're right, Rowena," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I... I should see a doctor. This isn't normal." Rowena nodded in agreement, her hand still resting gently on my back. I was grateful for her support, knowing that I didn't have to face this alone. With Rowena by my side, I could find the strength to confront whatever lay ahead, be it good news or bad. As I leaned against the cool bathroom tiles, I couldn't help but wonder what awaited me on this uncertain path. But one thing was certain—I had Rowena's unwavering support. At least, I know that I have someone in this lonely house who will stay by my side even though my husband was still avoiding me. The very idea of me becoming pregnant is enough to send shivers down my spine. It suddenly reminded me of my mother, “Mom…” My parents were as grateful as it was possible for them to be. They were content in their marriage, and they had two children who were stunningly beautiful. But then, as years passed by, they decided that they wanted another kid, and that's when everything began to go wrong. I was informed that shortly after my mother gave birth to me, she began to lose a significant amount of blood. Because of me and my birth, my mother is no longer with us. I feel like, it was me who killed her. Because of me, she did not get to enjoy the remainder of her life to its fullest. Because of me, she was unable to attend her children's accomplishments. My mother had missed out a lot in her life. I robbed the life she should be living to the fullest and happiest. And there’s no one to blame, but myself. My kind siblings, Carmela and Carlos, they had always assured me that it was not my fault and that I had no say in the matter because it was our mother’s fate. But still, my existence killed my mother and it was a big matter for me. ‘No Chelsea, don’t say that. It’s not your fault that Mom died. Please, stop blaming yourself, Ches.’ That’s the line that they always say to me every time they saw me crying. Even my own father, who I avoid because I am the reason of his suffering through the years since my mother passed away, attempted to reassure me that it wasn't my fault and that he would never consider his daughter as the killer of his wife, the love of his life. I still chose to avoid him because I am the source of his anguish even though he denies it, “Dad.” Despite the fact that my family did all they could to comfort me, I was still able to see the displeased expression on their faces. And that was the reason, I left home. I couldn't take any more expressions of concern or pity from them, and I certainly couldn't take it from that inquisitive little town. I ended up running into an old buddy from my childhood named Nicolas, and when we reunited, he pleaded with me to move in with him and informed me of many job openings that I could apply for if I was in a hurry. He also told me about several employment chances that I could apply for if I ran out of time. I opted to work at a little café that wasn't too far from Nicolas's gorgeous apartment after discussing and looking at a variety of jobs with him to see which one would be the most suitable and best match for me. A few days later, one of the other employees informed me that someone had expressly asked for me to accept their order. “Miss Sheldon, one of our regular customers is asking for you. He wants you to take his order. He’s in table eight.” “Huh, me?” He nodded with a smile, so I walked to the table with the assumption that it was Nicolas who was just attempting to pull a trick on me, but instead I saw a guy with a far more impressive physique. And that is how I first got to know Raphael. He was tall and confident; he possessed an undeniable magnetism that seemed to pull everyone's attention towards him. His features were sculpted, as if crafted by an artist's meticulous hand. His eyes, framed by thick, dark lashes, held a mysterious allure. They were the color of the stormy sea, flecked with hints of deep emerald that danced with each passing emotion. With a single glance, he could convey a myriad of feelings, from intense passion to playful mischief. A strong jawline, chiseled to perfection, accentuated his masculine charm. It was the kind of jawline that could command attention in any room. His lips, tempting and inviting, curved into a captivating smile that hinted at a hidden well of charm and charisma. His hair, effortlessly tousled and styled, added to his allure. Whether it was jet black, shimmering under the sunlight, or chestnut brown with streaks of golden warmth, it always seemed to fall into place with an unruly grace. It framed his face like a crown, adding a touch of rugged refinement to his overall appeal. His physique exuded strength and athleticism, with broad shoulders and a well-defined physique that spoke of countless hours spent in dedication to his physical well-being. Every movement he made was graceful and deliberate, a testament to his poise and confidence. But it was his presence, an intangible aura that surrounded him, that truly captivated those in his presence. There was an air of mystery about him, a sense that there were depths to explore and secrets to uncover. He possessed a natural charisma that drew people in, making them yearn to know him, to be a part of his world. In the end, it wasn't just his physical appearance that made him handsome, but rather the way he carried himself with a mix of confidence and humility. It was the genuine kindness that emanated from his every action, the warmth that he shared with those around him. These qualities, combined with his striking features, made him an irresistible force, leaving a lasting impression on all who crossed his path. And in that moment, I already knew, he was the one. “Hi, I’m Raphael. Raphael Ludington.”

CHELSEA Raphael has already left for work, and here I am, sitting here in the study like some kind of sick lost puppy waiting for her owner to return. Even though Rowena, who is like a mother to me promised me that he will be back in an hour, the scoundrel still hasn't been kind enough to bless me with his presence. “You should take a rest, Miss Chelsea. Stop overthinking. It will just stress you out.” “Thank you, Rowena.” I smiled and nodded at her and then she left afterward. I had chills down my spine whenever I thought about him being with that snarky assistant of his, but I immediately disregarded the possibility that he was cheating on me. “Raphael will never do that to me.” I didn’t know how long I had slept on the study, but the next thing I knew, I woke up when I heard the car’s engine. I immediately fixed myself and walk through the living room. Raphael eventually walked through the door a few minutes later with an attitude that was first unconcerned but quickly transformed into a menacing stare as he gazed at me before gently closing the door. I felt so exhausted of his games. I can no longer take it so I decided to confront him. “Raphael, please!” I yelled out at him as he attempted to walk away from me. "You know, if you were a real man, you would've addressed the issue that you apparently have with me instead of ignoring me like some stranger. I am so tired of this! What is this game you’re trying to play on me, huh?" After that, he shifted his attention towards me, and I let out a brief, gloomy chuckle before responding. “Tell me, Raphael! Please talk to me! I don’t-” "Chelsea! You better stop yelling at me!” I was stunned when he suddenly screamed. “What? Are you surprise? And now you decide on playing innocent? Acting like you're so clueless? Like you haven't been going around fucking other men behind my back!" Raphael’s gaze at me feels like a fire burning. And it was scary. "Fuck… fucking other men? What are you saying? Are you kidding me Raphael!” I snapped out. His words were more than painful as I thought. “So, you assume me of cheating and chose to ignore me for nearly a month instead of confronting me about it? What the hell, Raph! I haven't and never cheated on you! You're my first everything and cheating on you was never on my mind!" I cried. I watched as the anguish and malice in his eyes started to fade, but I could still make out traces of it. Raphael did not answer but instead proceeded towards a door, entered it, and then emerged a short while later with a number of photographs of what I assume to be proof. As he got closer, he turned them around to face me, and to say that I was taken aback by the sight of them would be an understatement. There were images of Nicolas and I together... kissing, passionately. I can't even fathom the thought of my lips coming in contact with him. Never, that was so vile even by just thinking about it. I approached the question cautiously and stated, "So this is it, Raphael? You think that I cheated on you with my best friend?" The same thing happened with him not responding as it always does. "That has got to be the craziest thing anyone has ever accused me of doing!" When he made the charge, it was very difficult for me to maintain a serious attitude and to refrain from laughing in his face. I couldn't help but notice how frustrated he looked as he ran his hand through his hair and let out a deep sigh. After moments of contemplation, he started to speak. "Let’s stop this. Chelsea, I do not have the patience for your craziness or so. I can no longer trust you, so whether you like it or not, we are getting a divorce." He said this because he can no longer believe her. “D-Divorce?” That completely ruined my disposition. “Raphael!” I cried out and held onto him as I said, "What are you saying? That girl doesn't even look like me, are you serious? Can’t you see it, huh? Our figures have a lot of difference. Look at it carefully! Do you really think that Nicolas and I will be together? That I will cheat on you for him? Come on, that's impossible!" As I felt tears welling up in my awful eyes, I mentally swore at myself and began to mentally hate myself. As I wipe my tears away, I tried to calm myself out and then talked to him again. "I'm your damn wife, Raphael. We’ve been together for so long. So, I believe you know me so well. How can you not see that it's not me in these photos? These have obviously been edited. It was so obvious, love. Please." He yanked his arm out from my hold in a violent manner. "Enough, Chelsea. Stop being so dramatic and denial. I want you to have everything packed up and out of here by tonight, and I want you to be at the company bright and early in the morning to sign the divorce papers." When I glanced at him, all he did was stare at me with a blank expression on his face. He did not answer to any of my questions. "No fucking way, Raphael! This is not real! How can you not believe me, your own wife over some photoshopped pictures!" I quickly wiped my eyes with the back of my hand to stop any tears from falling. I am so pitiful right now and he would not let me weep in front of him. As I walked away from the table and toward the stairwell, I stated calmly, "Alright, if that’s what you really want, then I'll go, Raphael. But you can throw away or burn everything that you bought for me because I won't be needing anything from you." I had already made my decision to leave. As I thought he will no longer speak, he suddenly said, "Yes, Chelsea. That’s a good thing then. Don’t worry, as I won't be needing a wife that can't stick to her vows. I don't need someone who only wants the attention of other men. I don’t need a liar nor a cheating wife. I don’t need you, Chelsea!"

CHELSEA I didn't bother to respond to what Raphael and said, and I didn't try to wipe away my tears either since I knew he couldn't see them. Instead, I proceeded to climb the steps on the stairs. I had grabbed a bag that I had purchased with my own funds and put in as much as I could that I had obtained on my own before I phoned the only person I could to tell them to pick me up. “Please, pick me up. I want to be out of here, right now.” I had gotten the bag after I had everything that I could get on my own. I was startled when I heard the door open, and I hastily wiped the tears from my eyes before turning around to face Rowena's stare. When I turned around, she was standing there, “Miss Chelsea…” I could tell by the way that she was looking at me that she was aware of everything that had taken on in the living room. She rushed towards me and gave me a hug that almost broke my bones while pleading with me to remain and assuring me that he would eventually come to his senses, “Miss Chelsea, everything will pass. I know, he’ll calm down soon. Please understand…” “No, Rowena. It’s all over now. Let’s accept what it is. Besides, I am already exhausted.” I assured her that we would stay in touch, and that in the very unlikely event that Raphael ever looked for me, she was under no obligation to provide him with any information on me or my location. In addition to Nicolas, Rowena was the only other person who was aware that I was pregnant. I can feel that Rowena was really sad of the sudden events, but she can’t do anything about it so she just offered the following advice to me, "Why don't you tell him that you're pregnant? I know that he'd want to have a child. Maybe this will change his mind.” "Do you think so? Because for me, I think it will be useless anyway. What good would that do? He'd just accuse the baby of being Nicolas'... and he's not even listening to a word I say. Let’s not dwell on this matter, Rowena. I can get through this, don’t worry.” I explained, with a calm expression. She attempted to argue with me, but I simply shook my head and then she said, "Please Chelsea... just wait a few more minutes. I'm sure he'll cool off." My voice broke as I stated the following words, "No, he won’t. He's accusing me of cheating Rowena. The same man who I gave everything to who's now turned his back on me faster than anyone else... I've done nothing but support him and he's treating me as if I'm nothing to him." I begged with her, "Just promise me that you won't tell him about my pregnancy, please?" Rowena gently nodded her head and then gave me another warm embrace. She grudgingly gave up, knowing that she couldn't alter my decision, and she forced me to swear to call and text her every day before heading downstairs with me. I could feel Raphael's focused attention on me as we neared the bottom step, but I ignored it as I proceeded towards the door. Patrick, the butler, approached me and inquired, "Mrs. Ludington, would you like for me to assist you to your destination or help carry your bag?". Before he took my things from my hand, with a scowl on his face, I said, "No, thank you Patrick. And it's just Chelsea now." After that, he hugged me. Patrick helped me out by opening the door and trying to carry my suitcase while I was on the phone with Rowena, but I declined his assistance and closed the door behind him. As soon as I came outside, my eyes started to flood up with tears as I saw him resting against the side of the vehicle. I couldn't help but feel terrible. When I got closer to him, he put his arms out to indicate that he can give me an embrace, so I made a beeline for him and gave him a bear hug as if he were my only source of support, regardless of whether or not Raphael was looking now at us. Who gives a damn about what Raphael thinks? “Hush now, Ches. Everything will be fine, trust me.” In a small number of people, Nicolas was one of the few who would never abandon me. Before we both got into his vehicle and departed, he took my luggage away and motioned for me to sit in the passenger seat while saying, "Come on, I have your favorite chocolate cake waiting for us to eat, and we can watch whatever you want." “Thank you, Nicolas, thank you so much.”

CHELSEA The next day, Nicolas and I made our way into the civil affairs building. As we walked, I tried to distract myself by playing with my hands. Nicolas was pacing back and forth and saying things that shouldn't be shouted out loud as I was in the elevator attempting to calm down my emotions. “Wait, just why do I feel nervous more than you are?” Nicolas stated. I looked at him with a clouded mind. Yes, Nicolas, my best friend was also my lawyer. Raphael was aware of the fact that I had never had legal representation, but here, I have Nicolas with me. Nicolas has always had an interest in law, back to when he was still in high school. He would go on and on about it, all the while tuning in to Law & Order whenever he had the chance. I must confess that I was taken aback that he really pursues it, because Nicolas doesn't give off the vibe of someone who would want to have a career in law. My attorney, Nicolas, was standing over there in the corner of the elevator considering whether or not he should be professional or give Raphael a piece of his mind, with the latter option potentially causing him to lose his job. As soon as the doors to the elevator opened, we went straight into the conference room. As much as I wanted to keep my head down, I was aware that doing so would only make me seem guilty. As a result, I kept my head up and looked ahead as Nicolas and I sat on the other side of the large table. Raphael, his lawyer, and Sylvia, his slutty assistant, were standing in front of us at the time. The sneer that was plastered on her face as she sat so next to Raphael made me urgently want to leap over the table and smack her upside the head. I maintained my focus on my hands, which were clasped together and resting on the glass table. “What is that bitch doing here?” Nicolas asked but I didn’t respond. I am furious as much as he is. I'm willing to wager that Sylvia was involved in some way with those fake and photoshopped images that Raphael showed to me. ‘This leech got the nerves!’ "Ms. Sheldon, are you sure that you don't want any of the money that Mr. Ludington has offered to split on your behalf?" The attorney made the request for the third time. And for the third time as well, I nodded with confidence. "I have complete faith in my client's ability to take care of herself. She will not have any need for any financial assistance from Mr. Ludington.” It was Nicolas, who answered with words in my behalf. As I listened to his comments, the beginnings of a grin crept their way towards my face. "All right, since Mr. Ludington has already signed before you arrived, the only thing left for you to do at this point is to simply sign this paper, and then you'll be finished." As the man continued to narrate, the breaking of my heart became even more intense. [DIVORCE AGREEMENT] ‘So, this is it. We are really cutting the ties now. This simple paper will put ending in everything I and Raphael have.’ I rapidly wrote my name with nervous hands as the attorney slid the paper towards me, and then I pushed them both back towards him. I had just enough time to grab the closest pen before he moved the document. "Are we done here?" During the time when we were getting ready to go, Nicolas inquired. "Leave us for the time being." I was startled into looking up by Raphael's motion, which was directed at him and me. While his lawyer and assistant were unwillingly departing, Nicolas glanced at me, concerned that he would be leaving me by myself. I indicated to him with a movement of my head that he should wait outside the room. After everyone had left the room, the tension had reached an even higher point. After a few more seconds, Raphael finally opened his mouth to say something. "Why didn't you take any of the money that was offered to you? Isn't that the reason why you really consented to being married to me two years ago?" His words, it was like daggers that kept on hitting me on the chest. He has no remorse, even at the very end. Two years, we had been married for almost two years, yet he was fooled by the phony photographs he received by whoever lunatic it came from. I jumped up from my seat quickly, and he did the same thing at the same time. As I could feel tears beginning to gather in my eyes, I kept my head bowed down. I can't let him see me sobbing. "You decided to divorce me just at the time when I needed you and your support the most! Raphael, I am…" I started, but then he snapped cutting me off. “I put my faith in you, Chelsea. I have loved you more than you could ever imagine, and now you're treating me like this! Why'd you, do it? Was I not up to your standards? Am I not enough, huh? I really must find out the reason for this damn betrayal!" He shouted, preventing me from continuing my words. It wasn't until I felt one of his rough, large hands hold onto my chin that I realized he was standing in front of me. As a result, I was forced to look up at him. "Raphael, for the nth time, I am telling you that I didn't do it. I never cheated on you," I lowered my voice and attempted to avoid making eye contact with him while I spoke. As he looked up at me, he was struggling to control his breathing. "Enough with the bullshits! Don't make up lies to me!" "I'm telling the truth, Raphael!" I sobbed as I pulled him away from me and frantically wiped the tears that were streaming down my cheeks as at the same time I yelled out. “You said you have faith in me, right? Then you should already be aware of the fact that I wouldn't fucking lie about anything like this!” “You are nothing but a piece of trash who is being kept in the dark by their own sense of superiority. What type of spouse can't tell the difference between photos that have been retouched and the woman who is really his wife?” “Raphael, I have always been here for you, through the good times and the bad. I stayed up with you in every possible way I could. I assisted you in everything, may it be in my simplest ways. And because of what you recommended, I really quit working and became a full time house wife.” “Yet, here we are. Ending the ties. Because after all, you still can't hear me out, after all that I've already done for you, can you?” “You can't for the life of you open those darn eyes and see what's really taking place, can you? Do you still think that the main reason I stayed in this marriage was for the financial stability it provided? If that was the only thing you wanted to say, then this conversation is over. If you had enough, then I had enough too!” “I really hope that you have a wonderful time adjusting to your new life and that you meet someone who appreciates your unique attitude and unconventional approaches to problems. I wish you wouldn’t want to find me in the future, but if you do, please, don't bother." I said before abruptly turning around and leaving as the last strains of my voice faded away. I made my way to the parking lot where Nicolas is waiting. And as soon as he saw me, he run towards me and gave me one of the warmest embraces he could offer. “I am here for you, Ches. Don’t worry. I will help you to get through this.”

CHELSEA After few years… "Stop! When I said no, then no more! Stop asking for it, hmm? I swear I won't do it again!” He shouted out as he ran around the house in an attempt to get away from the two mischievous children. "No way! Give me my Lolli-jelly, Nicci!" While Heidi shouted and attacked him, Hendrix gave up trying to help her and went to fetch another lollipop. Heidi continued to run after him while sulking. "What the heck? It’s not Nicci, it’s Nicolas! Your uncle Nicolas! And baby, spare me now, okay? I can't give it back to you since I have consumed it already…” Nicolas whimpered, still running away from Heidi. I gently grabbed Heidi just in time to prevent her from regaining control of Nicolas' hair before it was too late. I looked at her in the eyes and started talking to her calmly. "Heidi, enough now baby. Put your shoes on, and I'll get you another Lolli-jelly, more of it. But first, promise me, not to pull other’s hair out anymore, hmm?" "Really? Hmp! Then fine," She mumbled something under her breath as she made an effort to stride towards her room. Before I smacked Nicolas on the back of the head, I pulled him to his feet. "Ouch! Ches, what was that? What the fu-" Nicolas started off saying but I cut him off. "Tsk, tsk. That was bad. You really have a foul mouth." Hendrix remarked this as he entered the room, pointing at Nicolas with one hand while holding his strawberry lollipop with the other. He seemed to be an adult well into his thirties. The resemblance between Hendrix and his father was uncanny, and the resemblance between Heidi and I was also unbelievable. Hendrix is a lively person, but he likes to believe that he can tell me who it is that I can spend out with. Heidi, on the other hand, is both nice and feisty. It gives me the creeps since Hendrix acts so much older than his years. "Whatever you want to say, little man." Nicolas said as he made his way over to Hendrix and messed up his hair, an action that earned him a little smack on the arm from Hendrix. "I'm not little!" After assisting Hendrix in putting on his shoes and assisting Heidi in selecting toys to bring, I returned into my room to complete getting ready for work before Nicolas arrived. Hendrix helped Heidi with the selection of toys to bring. Before leaving my room to check on them, I put on a pair of a black shirt, with a taupe blazer and a brown skirt that reached over my knees. After that, I slipped on a pair of taupe flat shoes. I came into Heidi's room and saw her watching as Hendrix placed some of her toys in her bag before returning it to her. Meanwhile, Nicolas was attempting to apologize to Heidi, but she was ignoring him. I asked Heidi what was wrong, but she didn't respond. However, as soon as Nicolas put on the show of sobbing, she was eager to forgive him. After they exchanged hugs and he made a commitment to her about a future play session, Nicolas came over to talk to me. "Ches, the kids are growing, fast. And you should know that Hendrix asked me the other day on when their dad would get over his anger and come see them," Nicolas started off with a concern in his tone. Nicolas murmured something as he looked at me suspiciously. I turned my attention to Hendrix, who was having a conversation with Heidi about the possibility of meeting another one of my closest friends, Anna, while she was watching them. After saying our goodbyes to Nicolas, I let out a long sigh before assisting the kids in getting ready for our departure. As he likes to put it, Nicolas checks in on me every morning to make sure that I don't need any assistance since he considers me to be ‘a lonely 25-year-old single parent’. It seems like every time Nicolas gets, he brings up finding a suitable man for me, but I really doubt that any man would want to look after children who are not his own. It was only a matter of minutes until I found myself assisting my two young children out of the vehicle and parked it in Anna's driveway. Hendrix was the first to knock on the door, and after a few seconds, the door swung open to reveal Anna with a cheery smile on her face greeting the two visitors. They yelled out with excitement, "Auntie Anna!" “The cutest niece and nephew in the world! I can't tell you how much I've missed all of you!” Anna exclaimed and it made the kids giggle more. Hendrix then suddenly stated, "We're your only niece and nephew, forever Auntie. And you’ll always be our favorite Auntie, the prettiest Auntie Anna!" After giving me a farewell hug, the two of them raced in, and Anna immediately grabbed me into a close embrace. "So..." She started off looking at me in an unidentified manner. I questioned with a raised brow at her. "So?" “When is the biological father of the children going to find out about them? It has been a long time, Chelsea," She made a very little squeaking sound. Anna was the one who wanted Raphael and I to get back together despite his stupidity and meet the kids, but Nicolas wanted him to never see them and push a stick up his ass to see 'how far it'll go.' “Well, I don’t have any plans about it yet. That man… If he hadn't prioritized those phony photographs above me back, he would have known about my kids five years ago.” I shrugged. “In addition to that, I did make an effort to inform him, but he prevented me from doing so. He chose to be ego centric, so be it. There’s no need for us to meet anyway. You see, I did handle things, smoothly.” I smiled, showing Anna that I am sticking to my decisions prior to this conversation. "We'll talk later, as I'll be running late for work if I stay here any longer," I added before she could even give her opinion. Before running out to my vehicle, I said something to her and gave her a brief peck on the cheek. "Love you bitch!" She let out a loud cry. I couldn't help but giggle at her ridiculousness as she said, "I love you more!"

CHELSEA After pulling up to the business that I worked for, I jumped out of the car, hastily locked the doors, and then practically rushed to the front entrance of the building. My chronic tardiness is the primary factor in my decision to avoid wearing shoes with heeled soles. As soon as I'm on the elevator, I bring my attention back to my breathing again. When I finally do glance up, I see that the one and only friend I have here, Levi, is gazing at me in an odd manner. "Hey, are you okay?" It was obvious that this made him amused. My current state made him laugh and I just sneered at him. "No, this makes me feel sick, really, and I wasn't even running, you know." I got up and left. "In any case, why are you in such a hurry? If you're going to be late anyhow, it's not like Mr. Brinsley is going to make a big deal about it. Relax now.” Levi is right. I might be as late as three hours, and that man wouldn't give a damn about it. According to Mr. Brinsley himself, I remind him of his late daughter, which is sort of a bummer since it means that he is easier on me than he should be considering that I am his personal assistant. ‘Should I worry about somewhere or something?’ On the other hand, there are occasions when I am filled with gratitude when I see how he responds when another person is late or makes a mistake. ‘His daughter, I pray that she finds eternal rest.’ "That does not mean that I will show up late every day. I have a job to do," again I sneered at Josh, looking at him annoyingly. After a brief exchange of farewells, the elevator doors eventually opened to my level, and I proceeded to make my way to Mr. Brinsley's office from there. I rapped on the door, and when I heard a rough "Come in". I entered the room and closed the door behind me after. When he glanced up, his grumpy expression transformed in an instant, and a broad grin took the place of his previous scowl. "Chelsea! It is wonderful to see you again.” He exclaimed excitedly. "Likewise Mr. Brinsley. Good morning," I retorted as he grimaced at the fact that I had been calling him by that rather than his given name, Maxwell. I like to have a professional demeanor at all times. "We will be having a meeting tomorrow morning with a special company from North Cardova, and I'm sure that they are already here in Mouringham. Because of this, it would be very helpful if you could arrive a little earlier than usual to have the meeting room and papers prepared." He gave an explanation and I nodded on to it. "Of course, Mr. Brinsley, this will be well noted. Aside from that, is there anything else?" I asked. "No more, thank you. I have arranged for all of the paperwork that need to be filed away by the end of the day and placed on your desk. I also provided you the names of the persons who are going to attend the meeting, as well as what you need to convey to them.” While he was still gazing at his computer, he made this long statement. "No problem, Mr. Brinsley. I’ll work on it right away," After that, I walked back out the door and went straight to my desk to begin working. “North Cordova…” The thought of that place suddenly gave me chills. ….. Before I could actually send an email to the company's members, it took me nearly a couple of hours to complete filing those piles of paperwork away in the appropriate folders. As I perused the list of names, I saw a few that seemed to be rather recognizable until I came across the surname that I was all too acquainted with. [Mr. Ludington] I continued trying to convince myself that it was another Mr. Ludington, not the one I know. But when I saw the sign next to his name, I realized it had to be him. Mr. Brinsley only places those signs next to people who are the owners of a big firm, and out of everyone in North Cardova, I only knew of one other person named Raphael Ludington who was an owner of a company. ‘Raphael Ludington.’ That indicates that he is now here in Mouringham, and that he will most likely see me here for the next few days. “So what should I do now?” Putting my thoughts to the side, I immediately finished what Mr. Brinsley advised for me to update them about the meeting tomorrow to one of the emails. I copied and pasted it to the rest of the emails since it would be too much effort for me to write the same thing over and over again. Tomorrow's meeting is at ten o'clock. “Okay!” After I had done sending the email to each and every one of them, I checked the time and saw that it was getting close to four. I was ready to let Mr. Brinsley know that I was finished, but just as I was about to do so, I received a notification on my phone that one of the members of the firm had answered back. “Already? That fast, huh?” And here I was under the impression that I was a workaholic but someone might be more workaholic than as I am. After sitting down again, I refreshed the website and then selected the first option that appeared on the screen. The guy's only response was, 'thanks'. It was far more convenient for me to send emails to all of the firms using Mr. Brinsley's work email rather than my own, and he didn't seem to mind that I did so. Before letting out a big sigh, I first glanced through the email that the responder had sent. Raphael. Naturally, it must be him. After making the decision not to respond, I stood up and made my way back to the office of Mr. Brinsley. This time, I didn't knock before walking in, and when I saw that he was on the phone, I closed the door behind me before continuing in. "Yes, you have my total understanding. If it is all okay with you, I will go into more depth regarding that issue at the meeting tomorrow. Alright! See you shortly." He hung up the phone before he even glanced in my direction. “Oh Chelsea, how did things work out for you today?” As he finished swiftly typing something, he posed the question. “Everything worked out well, Mr. Brinsley. I have put all of the documents in the appropriate folders and sent the necessary information to Mr. Jenkins and the others in preparation for tomorrow. I quickly stopped over here to see if there was anything more, I could do for you before I had to leave to pick up my kids,” I explained. "I regret to inform you that I do not have any more work for you to help me with today. Concerning the meeting, all you need to do while it's going on is take notes on the significant matters that are being discussed and jot down any questions that attendees may have. But before you go, would it be possible for you to stop by the coffee shop down the corner and pick up a cup of that delectable drink that you bring in on occasion?” He asked. "Maxwell, you are aware that there is no need for you to ask me for anything, right? You give me more than what I'm meant to have on my paycheck anyhow, not that I'm complaining about it, but you give me more than that.” I pointed out. "Give me a moment to get your drink," I uttered. I smiled at him and then turned and walked away. I grabbed my wallet on the way out while trying to conceal the grin that formed on my face as I thought back to the way his eyes lit up when I addressed him by his first name. It makes me feel a little bit awful that I bring up their late daughter in conversation with him. When I finally made it to the door of the café, I found that I was a little out of breath. My fitness level is fine, the problem is that I fatigue quickly. And I think I know the reason why.

CHELSEA [Flashback] "Harder! Push harder! More, Chelsea! Come on, Chelsea, you know you're capable of it!" After hearing what Nicolas had to say, I mustered every ounce of energy I had left and pressed on. "Oh goodness!” I cried out in pain as I continued to push harder. "A little boy!" The matron exclaimed, joyfully. Just as I was about to look at my baby, another agony then coursed through me, forcing me to grab Nicolas' hand even more tightly, both of us shrieking in anguish. “Ahhhhh!” Just as I was about to gaze at my baby boy, another pain then coursed through me. "Damn it, please don't say there’s another one," I uttered, crying in pain. Nicolas let out a shout, “Chelsea!” "Ms. Sheldon, we are going to require you to push even more for us. Is that good with you? There will be one more child joining the family soon.” ‘Oh heck no! Twins? I will have two babies?’ I wasn't prepared for one kid, so the idea of having two was completely out of the question. It was a poor decision on my part to wait until the last minute to find out what I was going to give birth with. I didn’t go for an ultrasound to reveal the gender of the baby. So here I am, paying the price. "I can no longer do it, please. I really feel so exhausted. It’s too painful. Oh, please!” I yelled out as I shed another tear. I was going to cry out for more in anguish when Nicholas beat me to it and sent another wave of discomfort across my body. "Chelsea, come on! You have my word that if you don't start pushing that goddamn kid out, I will put an end to your life!” [End of flashback] …. And here is just another reason why Heidi is a little miracle. As soon as I stepped inside the café, I was welcomed by the intoxicating aroma of freshly brewed coffee. ‘Oh, I've been so lost without this smell.’ Since there seemed to be just one other customer in line, I went ahead and stood behind them while I perused the menu. That’s it, the perfect drink for Maxwell. After taking my eyes from the menu for a moment, I saw that the gentleman had not yet completed his order. "Ma'am, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I don't have a single penny on me. Please release me from this obligation as soon as possible.” The man uttered, with a slight of trembling voice. "I am sorry, sir, but you will not be allowed to leave until the drink that you ordered has been paid for." ‘Damn this guy, for real?’ "How much does he owe you?" I inquired with the teller. After she informed me that it would cost just amount of cents, I rummaged through my purse in an attempt to locate any pennies to pay her. In the end, the only currency I had on me consisted of nickels, dimes, and a few quarters. I was just carrying a few coins with me. “Don't be concerned about the change, Miss,” I replied as the girl glanced at me in what seemed to be amazement before she picked up the penny. "I can't thank you enough! I informed that cretin that he did not provide me with sufficient penny for this beverage. May I know your name-" After turning around, the guy posed the question. I could tell by the expression on his face how surprised he was to see me as I turned around. And same goes with me. It wasLeo, of all people.Leo was my former spouse's closest and most trusted buddy. The same gentleman who attended our wedding and served as my ex-husband's best man. "Chelsea?" He stared at me in a way that suggested he had seen a spirit. ‘Damn it. If he’s in this location, then it is quite likely that Raphael is not far away.’ I thought as I nervously smiled at him. I immediately turned around and communicated my request to the girl while praying that the time would pass more quickly. After that, I went to the counter where the drinks are created and waited for the other person to complete what he was doing there. This day just cannot be much worse than it already is. "Chelsea what are you up to in the town of Mourningham? You must be aware that Raphael has been searching for…" "It makes no difference to me why I'm here. And he had no right to come searching for me since I cheated on him, don't you remember?” I said that without a pause, avoiding making eye contact with him. I interrupted him once more just as he was about to say anything. "I didn't come here to find someone to have idle conversation with. I came here to get some drinks. If you’ll excuse me.” As soon as the man put the drinks down on the counter, I handed the lady the appropriate amount of money and paid for them. Before I headed out the door, I stopped to get some beverages at the counter. Once I was outside, I started walking back in the way that I had come, but I stopped when I heard someone slam a door. I turned my head to gaze in that way and came to a complete stop as soon as I spotted him. The person I never wished to see this moment. ‘Raphael… So you’re really here…’ I immediately reversed course and made sure that the annoyingly long and wavy hair that was framing my face was out of the way as I proceeded to go in the direction that led to the building. "Hey! Have you considered getting any assistance with those?” ‘Oh my gosh, it sounded completely different even in his voice!’ Wait, what the fuck is going on? Why am I behaving like a young teenage girl while I'm already in my mid-twenties? Before speaking in a lower tone, I swallowed many times to clear my throat. "Uh, no thanks man, I'm good. I can handle it alone,” I stated without even gazing up at him. ‘What did I just call him? Man? What was that, Chelsea Sheldon?’ I can't believe how stupid I am. I didn't bother waiting for an answer before I sped away from him and towards the building in order to bring Maxwell's his coffee. I would say anything like that could never happen again, but the guy who divorced me over few years ago is someone I will ultimately have to see, tomorrow. After all these years, we will meet again.

RAPHAEL Time passed like a rapid storm. A few years had already passed in just a snap. And it's been almost five years since I committed the worst decision I made out of my whole life. And it meant parting ways with my wife, Chelsea. I was too naïve back then, believing that such graphic images were truly representations of real events. And because of that, I lost her. As soon as Chelsea moved out from our house, I started slacking off in terms of my job. I was so certain that she had cheated on me that I couldn't even bring myself to pursue a new relationship or even just get laid while I was still under the impression that she had done so. It was impossible to imagine her acting in such a way. My own mother would not even let me to see her or my father until I had put things right with her, and my father was in agreement with this decision. When I would attempt to come over, he would always speak about how much he missed his daughter-in-law and how much of a fool I am to even consider Chelsea doing such a thing. Wasn't he also blaming her for what happened? And I am well aware that I committed one of the most serious errors that a man is ever capable of doing. I was an idiot who let his rage and envy cloud his judgment, and as a result, I fell for a trap. Trapped by who? Who’s behind this scheme and why I let my marriage get ruined? I have a few theories about it already, but after years had passed, I still haven't figured it out yet. Chelsea begged me to trust her, but she swore under oath that she had not cheated, and I just refused to accept her. ‘Fuck… fucking other men? What are you saying? Are you kidding me Raphael!’ ‘So, you assume me of cheating and chose to ignore me for nearly a month instead of confronting me about it? What the hell, Raph! I haven't and never cheated on you! You're my first everything and cheating on you was never on my mind!’ ‘Please, Raphael!’ These are the words that kept resurfacing in my mind every time I think about Chelsea and that night, the night we had a major argument. The night I proposed a divorce to her to which she accept. And after the divorce, everything was ruined. After giving each image a careful examination, I was able to determine that the lady shown in those photos did not in any way resemble her. They had in fact been modified; I have no idea what was going through my head. I have searched for Chelsea in every possible location, but it seems as if she has just left our world and relocated to another one. Even though there was no trace of Nicolas in North Cardova following our most recent meeting there, I went looking for him nevertheless. Consequently, I reasoned that they must be present together in some location. Even if they weren't dating, the very idea of them being in the same roof made my anger boil at the prospect of them seeing one other after all of these years. Chelsea is my wife, and she will always be. And she needs to be with me. I had such a strong desire to talk to her. To see her. To apologize to her. To communicate with her. Try to touch her one more time. Hear her giggle anytime I attempted to prepare breakfast or made jokes that were too simplistic. If necessary, I would even ask her to give me another opportunity to prove myself, which is something I would do without hesitation. Since I haven't been able to find Chelsea, my life has returned to the dull state it was in before I met Chelsea. ….. As I waited forLeo to finish buying the coffee, I looked out the window and watched the vehicles go by. I checked my watch and it's been nearly five minutes since he was last seen in there. “What’s taking that man so long?” Getting a cup of coffee shouldn't even take that long; it shouldn't take that long. Before slamming the door behind me in exasperation, I switched off the vehicle's engine and then stepped out of the vehicle. I strolled across the street and was about to enter the tiny café when I observed a small person strolling with her hands full. At that moment, I turned around and continued walking. I have no idea why, but I had the overwhelming need to assist the young lady. "Hey! Have you considered getting any assistance with those?” I stated out of concern as I got closer to her as I was walking. "Uh, no thanks man, I'm good. I can handle it alone," she said. The young lady talked hastily while making an effort to use a low voice. I came to a halt in my approach to her and observed, rather perplexed, as she picked up her pace. "Okay?" I mumbled something under my breath before turning to enter the coffee shop. Just as I was approaching the door,Leo rushed out and stood there staring at me in disbelief. "My dear friend! Before you say anything, you didn't give me enough penny, so I had to stand there like a broke person while an old friend of ours helped me out. Do you realize that I was really strapped for a small amount cash? Five cents, Raphael! Five cents!" It was an exclamation he made as he pushed the beverage into my hand. "An old friend?" "I had a lot to say and that’s the only thing you focused about? Well, yes. You didn't see her?" He asked. "Who?" I was beginning to feel aggravated by the situation. Justin then proceeded to grin in an odd manner at me before shaking his head and heading towards the vehicle. "Oh, bro, you’re hopeless. But, never mind." ‘Who could that old friend be?’