The marriage between you and Nick has been undermined day by day by feelings of possession and mistrust and all your feminine insecurities and all the weight of being married to Nicholas Cassano. You are very intense, but you are also an ordinary woman, judged by all of society for the following reasons: divorced mother of the famous Nick Cassano, manager of a bistro, and wife. The weight of being a woman is no longer easy, and being married to a pop star and then being betrayed by him and divorced from him are even bigger labels. After he walked out the door of your house, you didn't imagine that things would take such controversial destinations. Dealing with a breakup like that, with your feminine insecurities and trying to rebuild yourself is not easy, especially when you have a child in the middle. But, you are a strong woman, much more determined than you imagined, and until you realize that, you will have special people on your way to show it. In the end, everything will be fine between you and you will discover new ways of loving: loving yourself and life.
Six months had passed since he'd walked out the door with his suitcase, and he hadn't returned. Three months was all it took for Liz to understand that her father wasn't coming home. Two months was all it took for him to put her in my place.
Denise called me several times, although the idea of ​​divorce was against her moral principles, she tried to support me and convince me to back down. But, it wasn't my decision. It was our weariness. It was the extremity of years with a dripping glass. One hour, no more. And when I saw the photo of Priyanka lying next to him in that bed on what was supposed to be a business trip, I was exhausted. I was so exhausted from everything!
Perhaps Nicholas had given me no reason. It could be that I overreacted the 99 times I accused him. But, in that single photograph there was every reason for me to freak out another 99. I wasn't actually the accused 99 times, but... There were many, declared. The undeclared accusations, the mental breakdowns that I suffered in silence, these, if they didn't reach that number, were even greater.
My mother spent a month at my house. I didn't have the strength to go on, not even for Liz, my three-year-old girl. Divorce is like mourning someone who has passed away. Really, literally, it's a death. A loss. The end, where only memories will remain. My memories with Nicholas had been turbulent.
When we met and got involved, in a casual situation of two strangers getting to know each other, I never thought I would get where I am. Me, a simple woman. Just a micro-entrepreneur, whose little bistro didn't make it to three stars. He, an international singer.
I had been in the United States for two years with a newly opened business. French and trained inThe blue cordon, adventures were the goal I pursued. And I don't know why at the time, I thought I wouldn't find them in France. Perhaps, because the neighbor's grass is always the greenest. It was another mild day with few but loyal customers. The pen in the corner of my mouth, with the tip already ruined, was a sign of a bad habit I had when I was studying. Alex was waiting tables, and I was concentrating on taking notes on a new recipe. When he interrupted me saying that "a famous person entered the restaurant", I immediately jumped out of my chair and ran to the kitchen. I put on my apron, straightened up and walked to the table to receive Nicholas Cassano.
He paid no attention tochef present, but he wasn't rude at all. I was accompanied by other people, whom I would only find out later, who were workmates. He ordered and from then on, his figure was a constant visitor in my bistro. So we got involved bit by bit.
At the time, he was engaged to Priyanka Chopra. He was tired of being Nicholas Cassano, even though he loved his job. He was at his peak and on a tightrope. At the height of his career. At the height of the media. At the peak of popularity. I remember Priyanka walking into the bistro one day, he and I just chatting while he waited for his order, and the woman was extremely nice to me. So I walked out of there, leaving them alone and discreetly looked at both of them before going into the kitchen. He was staring at me.
I knew something was off in my heart, and I knew something was off between them. Nicholas was at the height of many women too, and the constant rumors came after the end of the engagement. My heart ached, because this was no ordinary guy. And I was an ordinary woman who couldn't handle any of that. Nicholas Cassano was on the tightrope of love, on the tightrope of the certainties of his life, on the tightrope of the media and everything in his life was a lot. It was intense.
ANDSo I decided I needed to be fully focused on my business. After all, I was there for adventures. I spent three weeks immersed in the restaurant, sleeping between the counter and the tables, all night long structuring recipes and menus. I needed a few more stars. Alex, my right hand man there, gave me all the support. On the day that the gastronomy critics came to evaluate the menu, in order to issue a note in the society columns – which could make or break my bistro –, Nicholas Cassano walked through the door of the restaurant. I didn't let myself be shaken by his presence.
It hadn't appeared in a while and I didn't know the result of the review as soon as the critics left the restaurant, allowing me to breathe, but I was satisfied with my work. Nicholas and I talked. He wished me luck, and I advised him of some difficulties I was experiencing. I should have stopped there.
When the result of the criticism came out it was my dream come true. My three stars came from that day. I was inhall of gastronomic columns. And Nicholas was supportive after that by recommending the place in short interviews. It was enough for vicious speculations of our relationship - until then non-existent - to arise and put my stars almost in the hot seat. He walked away. But it wasn't enough.
In France, the early death of my stepfather fell like a bomb on my head. I had my father, whom I loved very much and had an excellent relationship with, but my stepfather was also with me when I needed him the most, since we lived with him and my mother. With his passing, I closed the restaurant in its heyday. I was at the height of gastronomy, at the height of my career, at the height of achievement. And suddenly I found myself on the tightrope of life. I traveled to France, and stayed there for two months. Alex insisted that I not give up, insisted that I return. I tasked him with reopening the bistro, I still didn't want to go back. But, one hour I came back.
And when I returned, Nicholas was waiting for me. He showed there that he was involved in me, but that he knew he couldn't be enough for me. Scheduled tours, awards, campaigns... I told him to leave calmly, after all, I was also restructuring myself. I should have dismissed it, but I actually left the door open. I was already foolishly wrapped up in the fantasy that was Cassano in my mind.
. His family started going to the restaurant. They got to know me. They became part of a routine. And me too.
What we didn't know was that the relationship troubled by gossip, divergent dreams, jealousy, incompatibility of schedules, and a terrible phase of Cassano's stardom, should already be enough foreshadowing for us to stop. But, I was completely and madly in love with him. And he said he was in love with me, which did not make it possible for someone with a minimum of lucidity and common sense to break with the evil at its root.
Six months had passed since he'd walked out the door with his suitcase, and he hadn't returned. On the thirtieth day of that semester, the photos were boxed. No picture frames. Liz was smiling as if she were used to this new routine. I didn't cry, and I didn't smile either. Just reacted. Was necessary. I was trying to start over.
- Good morning Denise. – I greeted my ex-mother-in-law who was waiting at the door of my house.
"How are you, Katharine?"
She asked taking Liz in her lap.
- Good, and you?
- Equally. Are you sure you don't want to come with us?
"I appreciate it, but family events are no longer my business.
"By Liz, you need to be more flexible, darling.
"It's Frankie's birthday, not Liz's. Send my regards to the youngest.
Denise nodded silently, and I turned to my daughter. I kissed her and hugged her. The two headed to Denise's car, and I to my garage.
The morning was just as busy as the evening. Tiffany was in the annex to the closed room, cleaning it and laying out the tables. Alex organized reservations at reception. The few customers in the cafe part were smiling happily as they were served. I loved going into my bistro at those times. The busy life outside was also running inside, but in such a cozy way that it slowed down time, making me perceive few or no problems.
I took a deep breath leaving Katharine despondent out of the restaurant and I entered distributing cheerful and attentive greetings to customers and employees. I left my purse in my small office, and I was already putting on my apron then walking quickly to the kitchen. The buzz of minechefs assistants and the clanking of pots infected me.
- Good Morningchef!
- Good morning cooks! How is everything? – I asked going from pot to pot, hand to hand.
- All in order, the fresh anchovies arrived earlier this morning and I asked the supplier to try to keep to the schedule, as the service was very early for us,chef.
"Excellent Jackson!" Later I will reinforce the request.
My hands were pushing up the sleeves of my uniform when Alex appeared in the kitchen doorway.
- Katharine before you get your hands magnificently dirty, I need to warn you that the franchisors expect you.
"Oh dear, did they really come?"
I complained and the laughter in the kitchen and Alex's bored face made me resolve that matter once and for all.
A breakfast company wanted to provide me with equipment and facilities in order to make my cafe their franchise. I had already said that there was no interest in outsourcing a portion of my services. That was inadmissible! In addition to stealing personality, it would go against the mission of my business.
People saw my restaurant as less valuable than its stars indicated, and all because of the scandals with the Cassano name in the past. All because I didn't put enough effort into transforming the bistro into something for the high elite. I didn't want it to be tainted by labels, or exclusionary because it was frequented by famous, wealthy, and just that.
No From Katharine all were public. A space for those who want to enjoy good cuisine and good times. Unfortunately, for most franchises, the bistro had potential for having my name linked to Nicholas and my three – but potential – stars. And for me, franchises were the leeches in my business.
As soon as I dismissed them I returned to the kitchen. I faced everyone who stopped curious to observe me, looking for an answer about that. I raised my hands in front of everyone who was listening, and I clapped them together as if to wipe them. Laughter and expressions of obviousness and relief were present. I shook my head from side to side negatively and smiled. Soon I had my apron dirty, and the sleeves of my uniform clean, like achef that is worth it
Do you know when our heart races? But what to do, when this wayward heart falls in love with not only one, but two teachers at the same time? And when the fairy tale turns into a nightmare, who will save you?
"They say this is the impossible kind of love, but we were strong enough to fight for this life." He is heir to one of the most powerful law firms in the country and a lawyer with a career on the rise; She is striving to finish college; He lives in a mansion worthy of Hollywood movies; She lives in a house attached to his mansion, occasionally working alongside her mother as a cook to serve his influential family. Two different worlds intertwine and provide the discovery of an intense feeling. If love really transcends barriers, they will have to find out.
On any given day, she comes home to find a piece of paper on her bed with "Divorce" written on it, not that she didn't expect it, but it really surprised her. And with nowhere to drop dead, she had to live in misery without being able to be near her son, who ended up being raised by her now ex-husband. And after years, she recovers her memory, which had been lost in a car accident, and ends up becoming the best hacker in the world, and makes a great fortune with it. And all those who belittled, bullied and laughed at her would be held accountable, and in the end, her revenge would come.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Eveline married Shane, an obstetrician, at the age of 24. Two years later, when she was five months pregnant, Shane aborted the baby himself and proceeded to divorce her. It was during these dark times that Eveline met Derek. He treated her tenderly and gave her warmth like she had never known before. He also caused her the greatest pain she ever had to endure. Eveline only grew stronger after everything she experienced, but would she be able to bear the truth when it was finally revealed? Who was Derek behind his charismatic facade? And what would Eveline do once she found out the answer?
Maria took her sister’s place and was engaged to Anthony, a disabled man who had lost his status as the family heir. At first, they were just a nominal couple. However, things changed when things about Maria were gradually exposed. It turned out she was a professional hacker, a mysterious composer, and the sole successor to an international jade sculpting master… The more that was revealed about her, the less Anthony could rest easy. A famous singer, an award-winning actor, an heir of a rich family—so many excellent men were chasing after his fiancee, Maria. What should Anthony do?
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.