Tae_Spiffy02

Family is beautiful, its one of the first thing a new life is accustomed with. The love, the care, the sense of belonging and so much more. And as much as a family is a blessing, it can sometimes become an eternal curse...

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My eyes shot open as they finally rested on the man I was supposed to marry, the last man I would ever consider if I had a choice, the last man I'd rather die than marry.

My boss. Mr Liam Richards.

"Uh Hell no." I said out loud as I tried to walk away from the alter.

"If you leave now then I would consider this as the Hudson family going back on their word and all investments so far will be withdrawn and charges will be pressed towards the company and your family." Liam said.

I watched as he had this oddly satisfying look on his face as if he'd just won some sort of mind game, I looked back to the crowd behind me and within them I saw Patricia scowling at me, Veronica already in tears but worst of all was the glimmer of hope in my father's eyes.

I took a deep breath turning around, I told myself that this was all for my mother and nothing else, I would do for my father this one last favour with my life.

My name is Cyra Hudson Richards and this is the story of how my life was taken from me.

My Husband's Therapist

The reception grounds hummed with the polite murmur of distant conversations. Guests danced, laughed, and sipped their champagne, blissfully unaware of the turbulence beneath the surface of the Hudson and Richards families.

Nancy, however, had no time for pleasantries. As soon as she left her friend's side, her sharp eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on Liam, standing near a secluded corner of the garden. He was composed, as always, nursing a glass of scotch and looking every bit the poised businessman that he was. Nancy inhaled deeply, bracing herself for the confrontation ahead.

"Liam," she called softly as she approached. He turned, his expression unreadable.

"Nancy. I don't believe we've been properly introduced." His tone was neutral, but not unkind. "What brings you here?"

"We need to talk," Nancy said firmly. "Privately." She added, considering the listening walls and ears on the ground.

She deserves the Best...