A devastating diagnosis of glioblastoma multiforme leaves single mother and mathematician, Catherine, with only six months to live. Her world is turned upside down as she worries about the future of her 4-year-old daughter, Gift. But then, a mysterious new student, Wilton, arrives at King's College, possessing exceptional mathematical genius and an uncanny resemblance to Catherine's late husband, Mike. As Wilton solves the unsolved theories left behind by Mike, he reveals a shocking claim: he is the reincarnation of Catherine's beloved husband, reborn in a 20-year-old body. As Catherine navigates the impossible truth, a romantic relationship blossoms between the unlikely pair, defying age and logic. Join Catherine on a heart-wrenching journey of love, loss, and the power of the human spirit."
Catherine Pov:
"Hello?" I answered, my voice hesitant, as I picked up the phone that had been ringing incessantly for the past few minutes. I checked the caller ID, but it was unknown, which only added to my growing unease.
"Hello, this is St. George Hospital. Is this Mrs. Mike?" a gentle female voice asked, her tone laced with a hint of urgency.
My heart skipped a beat as I replied, "Yes, how can I be of help?" My mind raced with worst-case scenarios, but I tried to push them aside, hoping for a more benign explanation.
But the nurse's next words shattered my hopes. "There was an accident at the roundabout near our emergency center, and a man was found dead on the scene. We found your number on his phone, and we need you to confirm his identity." Her words hung in the air like a challenge, forcing me to confront the unthinkable.
My world began to spin out of control as I struggled to process the news. Mike, my loving husband, my rock, my everything – could he really be gone? I felt like I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, desperate for a lifeline to cling to.
I was frozen in silence, my mind reeling with shock and disbelief. The nurse's voice broke through the fog, "Hello, are you there?" I managed to stammer, "Alright, I'll be there," though my words felt like a distant echo.
As I arrived at the morgue, the door creaked open, and a tray rolled out, bearing a lifeless body. The nurse gently unwrapped the wrapper, revealing Mike's face. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I gazed upon his peaceful expression. His hair was still neatly brushed, his eyes closed as if in a deep slumber.
"Is this your husband?" the nurse asked, her voice soft and gentle.
I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper, "Yes, this is Mike." I couldn't tear my eyes away from his lifeless body, laid out on the cold metal tray. He looked serene, as if he were merely sleeping, not gone forever. The thought pierced my heart like a dagger, leaving me breathless and bereft.
This was the first time I'd seen Mike sleep so soundly, so peacefully. Little did I know, it would be the last time I'd see him at all.
Mike always had a habit of sleeping with one eye open, as if he was always waiting for me to be near. Whenever I stood by his side as he slumbered, he would instinctively reach out and grasp my hand, as if he knew I was there, watching over him. It was a gentle gesture, one that filled my heart with love and warmth.
Just days before, he had shared his excitement with me about the upcoming Olympic seminar, where he would finally unveil his groundbreaking new theory – the culmination of five years of tireless work. He had been bursting with pride and anticipation, his eyes shining with a passion that was infectious. "I'll launch it tomorrow," he had said, his voice full of conviction.
But fate had other plans. Instead of returning to me with tales of triumph and success, Mike was brought back to me in a pool of blood, his lifeless body a stark reminder of the fragility of life. The contrast between his vibrant dreams and his brutal end was a cruel irony, one that left me reeling in shock and grief.
The funeral proceedings unfolded with a sense of urgency, as if time itself was grappling with the untimely loss of a life barely halfway lived. Mike's passing at 40 years old seemed a cruel aberration, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. The church we had once worshiped together now served as the somber backdrop for his final farewell. His mother and sister were there, their faces etched with grief, as we bid our last goodbyes.
As I returned home after the burial, the silence felt oppressive, punctuated only by the echoes of memories we had created together. Our son, a constant reminder of Mike's presence, seemed a bittersweet comfort now. Everything still felt like a dream, a surreal landscape I couldn't awaken from. The harsh reality of Mike's absence felt like a constant, gnawing ache.
I wandered into his reading room, a space that still bore the imprint of his presence. His chair sat, untouched, just as he had left it. His desk, once a canvas for his brilliant calculations, now lay cluttered with the remnants of his unfinished work. The rough sheets, once a testament to his tireless pursuit of knowledge, now seemed a poignant reminder of the projects he would never complete, the dreams he would never fulfill. The room seemed frozen in time, a bittersweet tribute to the life we had shared, and the future we would never have.
Tears streamed down my face as I remembered Mike's tireless efforts to prove the law of uncertainty. He had dedicated himself to his work, pouring over equations and theories late into the night, driven by a passion to build upon the foundations laid by Isaac Newton. His dream was to make a groundbreaking discovery, one that would change the face of science forever.
But now, he was gone, leaving behind only his unfinished work and the memories of his unwavering dedication. I wept for the potential that would never be realized, for the brilliance that had been extinguished far too soon. The pain of his loss felt like a weight crushing my chest, making it hard to breathe.
I cried out for Mike, for the partner and friend who had been taken from me. I longed to see him again, to tell him how much I appreciated his genius and his love. But deep down, I knew it was a futile wish. Mike was gone, and I was left to face the darkness alone. The silence was deafening, and my tears fell like rain, a bitter reminder of my sorrow.
As the days went by, a steady stream of visitors came to offer their condolences and support. My parents-in-law were among them, and they expressed their concern for my well-being, especially since I was now a single mother.
"We're taking Gift with us," my mother-in-law said, her voice laced with a mix of kindness and firmness.
I was taken aback, my mind racing with questions. "Why? How can you even suggest that?" I asked, trying to keep my emotions in check.
My mother-in-law explained that they had discussed it with Mike's father and thought it would be best for me, given my workload and the challenges of raising a child alone.
"It will be too much for you to handle, and we want to help," she said.
But I was adamant. "No, I can't let you take Gift away from me. She's all I have left of Mike, and I need her by my side. We're good together, and I can cope with her help. Please, don't take her away from me," I pleaded, my voice cracking with emotion.
I knew I had to be strong for Gift, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing her too. She was my connection to Mike, and I was determined to keep her close, no matter what challenges lay ahead.
My mother even suggested that I should consider remarrying, citing my relatively young age of 35 and Gift's tender age of 4. But the truth is, I had no desire to marry again. My heart belonged to Mike, and I couldn't imagine sharing my life with anyone else. Instead, I chose to devote myself to raising Gift and fulfilling her father's dreams for her.
I returned to my job as a school teacher and threw myself into my work, finding solace in the routine and structure it provided. I was determined to create a stable and loving home for Gift, and I was proud of the progress we had made together.
But life had other plans. One day, while working in my office, I suddenly collapsed. I was rushed to the hospital and regained consciousness to find myself surrounded by doctors and nurses. The diagnosis was devastating: I had a brain tumor, and my time was running out.
"You have glioblastoma," the doctor said, his voice firm but gentle.I stared at him, unsure what to make of the term. I had noticed some symptoms - constant headaches, difficulty sleeping, and occasional memory lapses - but I had no idea what they meant.
The doctor saw my confusion and took a deep breath. "Glioblastoma multiforme is a type of cancerous brain tumor that forms from the glia cells in the brain. These cells normally protect and support the brain, but in this case, they've turned malignant."
I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Cancer? Brain tumor? The words swirled in my head, refusing to make sense.
"Is it life-threatening?" I asked the doctor, noticing the sad look in his eyes.
"Yes, generally glioblastoma is life-threatening. It's an aggressive form of cancer, and the expected outcome varies from person to person depending on factors like age, overall health, and how far the cancer has spread," he explained.
"Can it be cured?" I asked, searching his face for a glimmer of hope.
The doctor hesitated, and I could read the reluctance in his expression. "Up till now, there's no proven medical solution for it. Considering the level it has spread, I'm afraid your condition has really worsened. You can't be operated on as the brain veins have become too thin from the cancer spread, making it too difficult."
"Then what's the end result? Death?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
The doctor removed his spectacles, and his eyes seemed to cloud over. "How much time do I have left to live?" I asked, my voice cracking.
"It's impossible to give a definite answer or predict exactly how long a person may live, but in general, the average surviving time is around three months without treatment," he said gently.
My world crumbled with the doctor's words. I had only three months left to live. I stood up, feeling like I was walking through a nightmare, and turned to leave.
"Take this drug," the doctor said, handing me a prescription. "It will help relieve the pain, and be careful out there. You can't be alone, as you will be experiencing hallucinations and frequent memory loss."
I took the prescription, my mind reeling with the thought of the limited time I had left. Three months. That's all I had. I left the doctor's office, feeling like I was walking towards my final goodbye.
The clouds of fate gathered around Christen, her life a storm of poverty and despair. But just when she thought all was lost, a mysterious stranger offered her a deal: to become his fake wife for a year. Robert, a man cloaked in secrets and shrouded in power, promised her riches and a chance to save her dying mother. Christen, her back against the wall and the abyss of hopelessness yawning at her feet, took the only path she saw before her, a path that would lead her into a world of shadows and desire, of power plays and perilous games.
The crushing weight of betrayal, the bitter taste of regret, and the ticking clock of mortality all converge in Elisa's life, creating a storm of emotions and decisions that will define her journey. Once devoted to her family and marriage, Elisa now finds herself standing at a crossroads as she struggles to navigate the unforgivable infidelity of her husband, the shocking revelation of his children born out of wedlock, and the devastating news of her terminal illness. As her future grows dim, Elisa resolves to seize the present and live out her remaining days on her own terms. With newfound resolve, Elisa takes her first tentative steps into a world beyond her marriage, a world that is both terrifying and exhilarating in its possibilities. The encouragement of Dr. Steve, the caring physician who has become a pillar of support, helps her navigate the unfamiliar territory of single life and rekindling her own passions. But as Elisa discovers the joys of independence and self-discovery, the past refuses to let her go. Her husband, desperate to regain control and salvage his image, begins to pursue her with a fervor that borders on obsession.
"This is Palmer, your step father not Pascal, I love your tits, it befitted your rounded big boobs, the nipples are well erected" i was shocked to receive this from my step father,It was that I mistakenly sent my nude pictures to my step father instead of my boyfriend Pascal. She threatened to send it to my mum and tell her everything,i am a teen girl 16years of age, a final year high school student ,if he tell my mum,my ambition of furthering my school will be halt. He turned me to his mistress or let me say his night whore, sometimes he came to my school and made love to me in his car. He turned to a sex machine and i become a sex monger which I can't go a day without having sex. Not until one day a doctor declear to me that I was 4 weeks pregnant.
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
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?
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"