Novels by Edith

"Talk to me," Jolie urged, approaching him, her voice gentle yet insistent. "Don't tell me you've been living off junk food!""No, Mother, it's been fast food," Shane-Leo said, meeting her eyes defensively. "There's a difference.""There is no difference to me!" she exclaimed, her hands flying up in exasperation. "I'm going shopping for groceries and restocking this house. Then, I'll prepare a proper meal, along with other dishes that you can preserve and enjoy throughout the week.""Aw, thank you, Mom!" he beamed, his smile wide and appreciative."You don't need to thank me," she huffed, looking away with feigned annoyance. "I'm still upset with you!"He laughed, swiftly closing the distance between them and enveloping her in a warm embrace. Her resistance melted away, and she chuckled softly, returning the embrace."Anyway, I must be off now; there's somethin

"Let's leave it be, Martha," Walter said, rolling his eyes in an attempt to diffuse the tension."Please, talk to me," Martha pleaded, gently grasping his hand in hers."No, Martha, I'm serious," Walter groaned, pulling his hand away. "I don't want to discuss it. The past is the past; let's focus on the present."Martha's gaze dropped to the floor, her voice heavy with apology. "I'm sorry for being so inquisitive.""It's alright," Walter replied, his tone softening. "Let's just retire for the night, alright?""Wait," Martha interjected, "let's finish our coffee first." She raised their cups, offering a truce of sorts."Yeah, thanks," Walter said with a smile as they both sipped the warm beverage. Once the cups were empty, Martha washed them and tidied up the space.Noticing their imminent departure, Jolie hastily retreated from view, conceali

As she hung up the phone, Jolie took a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart. The confrontation with Walter had left her shaken, and she desperately needed a sympathetic ear. If anyone could understand her plight, it would be Shane-Leo.She passed the time by pacing the length of her bedroom, her mind replaying the heated exchange with her husband. With each passing moment, her determination to confide in Shane-Leo grew. If Walter was unwilling to consider her feelings, perhaps Shane-Leo would offer the support she so desperately sought.As the hour drew to a close, Jolie hastily dialed Shane-Leo's number once more. To her dismay, he insisted that he was still occupied with work."Goodness," she sighed, her frustration mounting. "When will you be finished, then?""I honestly can't say, Mother," Shane-Leo replied, his voice tinged with regret. "But I promise to call you as soon as I'm free, alright?""Very well," Jolie conceded, nodding to herself. "I'll be waiting."The call ended

"I'm afraid I have no choice but to disobey you, Jolie," Walter stated, his voice firm. "I have always respected you as my wife, but I can not do that anymore. If you don't agree with my decision, so be it, but I refuse to listen to you any longer."He moved to leave, but Jolie swiftly grabbed his arm. "Please, try to understand where I'm coming from," she pleaded."I'm trying my best to understand you, Jolie, but your reasoning makes no sense, and you know it," he replied with a sigh."Fine, but I truly detest this, Walter. It's so unfair!" Jolie hissed, her breath quickening as she crossed her arms over her chest."I don't care what you have to say, Jolie," Walter said, his tone resigned. "I have made my stance clear, and that's final. They will both be staying in this house, and that's the end of it.""But she is a harlot, and he is a bastard!" Jolie snapped, her voice tinged with venom. "What will everyone think of us now?""Do I look like I even care?" Walter scoffed, his patienc

"Let go of this instant!" Jolie shouted, prompting Walter to release her with a heavy sigh."Please, just try to calm down," Walter implored, attempting to diffuse the tension."Don't you dare tell me to calm down right now," Jolie hissed, her finger jabbing accusingly toward his face. "Honestly, I am furious! But we can discuss this later. Arguing here isn't going to solve anything."With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room.Turning his attention to Martha, Walter gently placed his hands on her shoulders in a comforting gesture. "Are you alright?" he asked, genuine concern etched on his features."I suppose," Martha muttered, exhaling deeply. "What's gotten into her, though? Why can't she see the logic in what you're saying?""Pay her no mind," Walter dismissed with a scoff, "I believe she's simply jealous.""Well, I hope you can talk some sense into her," Martha said, her gaze momentarily drifting away to focus on the simmering food atop the stove. "She needs to

Mr. Mirano let out a chuckle after savoring a spoonful of Martha's soup, the flavors dancing on his palate. "So, how is it?" Martha inquired, a bright smile stretching across her thin lips."It's absolutely delightful, as always," he replied, taking another spoonful. "Martha, I swear, your cooking never ceases to amaze me!"Martha's gaze shifted towards Terrace, offering him a taste of the soup as well. His face lit up with delight, and soon he was asking for more. Meanwhile, a sense of satisfaction washed over Martha; she was thrilled to have pleased them with her culinary skills and secretly hoped for the opportunity to showcase her talents further. Just then, Mrs. Mirano made her entrance.A broad smile spread across Mr. Mirano's face at the sight of his wife, though her stern expression suggested she was in no mood for lighthearted banter or playfulness. Her scowl was accentuated by her tightly clenched fists, as if she were ready to unleash a barrage of heavy punches upon him."I