I find myself overwhelmed by various aspects of my life. Love seems to elude me, leaving me feeling unwanted and unappreciated. Additionally, fortune has not favored me, and I struggle to find success and prosperity. These challenges weigh heavily o...
"What are you doing here?" I was shocked and couldn't move after I saw him. He wore a suit with a black tie and a Rolex watch, looking more manly than ever before. His physical appearance was captivating, and I caught myself in his intense gaze as he wrapped his arms around my waist. Panic set in, and my heart raced, making breathing hard.
"Get off me! I want nothing to do with your business or you," I managed to reply, trying to break free from his grasp.
"Are you sure? 1.5 Billion, and your company will be well-known with my influence. Besides, you are still my girl," he said with a smug expression.
Still his girl? How dare he utter those words after he abandoned me and our baby. I'm relieved he doesn't know about the child; otherwise, he'd probably try to take everything away from us again, just like he did before – my life, my innocence, my feelings, and my soul. But this time, I'm determined to stand up for myself and fight back!
" How dare you try to speak like that after those years you abandoned me you have a face to talk like that, I do not care about you and your money anymore. I already forget you and about us. There is no more Jenna who always be your girl. Good day, Mr. Michael and have a wonderful sinful day."
I left the room with tears streaming down my face, consumed with a mix of anger and sadness. I desperately wanted to punch him and reveal everything, but I managed to maintain self-control, knowing it wouldn't help the situation.
As I headed towards the basement, someone unexpectedly grabbed my arm, causing me to tense up. I tried to break free from their grip, but they forcefully pushed me against the side of a car, leaving me gasping for air. Struggling to recognize the person responsible for this, I looked up and saw that it was Michael.
"How many times do I have to tell you to get off me?" I pleaded, fear evident in my voice.
"I will not do that, baby girl," he retorted, his tone filled with arrogance. "And no one can command me."
"Stop calling me that! I am not a baby anymore," I protested, trying to sound strong. "I said, get off me, Michael. Or else, I will scream!"
With a sinister smile, he replied, "Before you do that, let me remind you that I could rip your clothes off or use you right here for my pleasure. The only screams people will hear are the ones you make while moaning my name. Now, scream for me?"
I was terrified and didn't want to risk getting pregnant again. Reluctantly, I decided to obey his demand, fearing the consequences of resisting.
"What do you want from me?" My eyes welled up with tears, reliving the painful memories of how he had hurt me so deeply in the past. I desperately tried to escape those haunting moments, longing for the love and understanding he could never provide.
"Talk, let us talk, Jenna, please," he pleaded, his voice filled with remorse.
"There's nothing left to talk about, Michael. I am finally finding happiness and peace, so please, just forget the past and leave me alone," I replied, trying to muster strength.
"No, I can't do that! I'll do anything to earn your forgiveness, Jenna, please give me another chance. Let's talk, not right here, somewhere private," he implored, tears streaming down his face.
I gazed at him, seeing his tearful eyes. Why was he crying? It was hard to believe that he now wanted to talk to me after the pain he had caused in the past. Should I consider his offer and take a chance on escaping him once more? I had to carefully consider this.
"I will think about it, but for now, I have to go," I said, trying to compose myself.
I got inside my car and drove away, but I couldn't hold back the flood of emotions. My heart was torn between love and anger, as memories of his touch and his gaze flooded my mind. Despite all those years, his presence still evoked the Michael who once tried to be with me. Uncertainty filled me; I didn't know what to expect. I was afraid of his words, afraid of his touch, and unsure if he was being genuine. The scars of the past were still too fresh, and I couldn't shake the haunting question: Could I ever trust him again?
Seeking a brief respite, I found myself at the coffee shop, hoping to unwind a bit. The rain outside mirrored the turmoil within me, and I couldn't help but remember the countless nights I had cried, yearning for him to be there, to understand me. It was a terrible feeling, and I felt utterly ashamed of allowing myself to fall so deeply in love with someone who had caused me such pain.
As I held my coffee, trying to find solace in its warmth, a sudden ping drew my attention to my phone. An unknown number had sent me a text message, and my curiosity was piqued. Tentatively, I unlocked my phone and read the message.
The text was from Michael. My heart skipped a beat, and a mix of emotions flooded through me. Anger, hurt, and love intertwined in a whirlwind of confusion. Why was he reaching out now? What did he want from me after all this time?
With that, I pressed send, unsure if I was making the right decision. The raindrops seemed to echo my inner turmoil as I awaited his response, wondering if this encounter would bring the closure I so desperately needed or unleash a new storm of emotions.
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Since I never displayed any interest in him, I wonder what conclusions he drew. I have shed the naivety that once had me ensnared in his web of false affection and manipulation. His attempts at feigned care and control now appear transparent and tiresome. Mr. Ledford, the tables have turned, and it's time for me to engage in this game. Let's see how you fare in the face of a more formidable challenge, as I seek a satisfying retribution.
It's clear that he must never come close to my son again; the consequences of such an encounter would be dire.
