Sarah's Point of View:It was Wednesday.I sat nervously in Rachel's office, fidgeting with my hands as I gazed out the window at the gray sky. The rain pattered against the glass, casting a soothing melody that seemed to calm my racing thoughts. Rachel's office was cozy, with warm beige walls and plush furniture that made me feel like I was sitting in a friend's living room.Rachel herself was a warm and welcoming presence, with a kind face and a gentle smile. She leaned forward, her eyes locked on mine. "So, Sarah, tell me what's going on. What brings you here today?"I took a deep breath, trying to summarize the situation. "It's just...my marriage has been over for a long time," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to continue the marriage, and I think it's time to make it official."Rachel nodded sympathetically, her eyes never leaving mine. "I'm so sorry, Sarah. That can't have been an easy decision to make."I shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. "
Sarah's Point of view:As I walked into the house, the aroma of Emily's cooking enveloped me, immediately lifting my spirits. I had just returned from the café, where I had run into Ethan, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope that I hadn't felt in a long time."Hey, Em!" I called out, dropping my bag onto the floor. "Something smells amazing in here!"Emily poked her head out of the kitchen, a flour-dusted apron wrapped around her waist. "Hey, girl! I'm making your favorite. How was your day?"I slid onto a stool at the counter, taking a deep breath as I tried to process everything that had happened. "It was...interesting," I said finally. "I had my lawyer appointment this morning, and then I ran into Ethan at the café."Emily's eyes widened. "Ethan? As in, the guy from the accident?”I nodded, feeling a flutter in my chest. "The same one. We talked for a bit, and...I don't know, Em. There's just something about him that makes me feel seen, you know?"Emily smiled knowingly
Ethan’s Point of view:Dinner with Sarah had been on my mind all day. I couldn't wait to see her and get to know her better. As I got ready, I found myself feeling more and more excited. I called her to confirm our plans, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach."Hey Sarah, it's Ethan," I said when she answered. "Just wanted to confirm our plans for tonight. I was thinking...how about we try out that new Italian place downtown? I've heard great things about it.""Sounds perfect," she replied, her voice cheerful. "I love Italian food. What time were you thinking?"I suggested 7 o'clock, and we made plans to meet at the restaurant. As I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. Tonight was going to be a great opportunity to get to know Sarah better, and I didn't want to blow it.I spent the next few hours getting ready, trying on different shirts and pants, wanting to make a good impression. I finally settled on a simple
Sarah’s Point of view:I closed the door behind me, feeling a mix of emotions. I had been having a great time with Ethan, but when he tried to kiss me, I just wasn't ready. I didn't know why, but it felt too soon, too sudden.I leaned against the door, trying to process what had just happened. I liked Ethan, I really did. But something had held me back from kissing him.I thought back to my past experiences, to Alex and the way he had hurt me. I realized that I was still carrying around that emotional baggage, and it was affecting my ability to connect with others.He betrayed my trust and left me in pieces from the marriage.I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feelings of uncertainty. I needed to focus on myself, on my own healing and growth. I couldn't let my past define me.I pushed off from the door and walked over to the couch, collapsing onto the soft cushions. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly, feeling a sense of comfort and security.I knew I needed to talk to
Sarah’s Point of view: As I woke up to the warm sunlight streaming through my window, I felt a sense of excitement and renewal. I had been feeling stuck and uninspired lately, but today I was determined to shake things up and reignite my passion for painting. I decided to spend the day shopping for new art supplies, something I had been putting off for far too long. I arrived at the art store and was immediately struck by the vast array of colors and textures on display. I wandered the aisles, running my fingers over the brushes, canvases, and paints, feeling the familiar thrill of creativity stirring within me. I picked up a few necessities: a new set of high-quality brushes, a selection of vibrant acrylic paints, a sturdy easel to replace my old one, and a few canvases in different sizes. As I continued to explore the store, I stumbled upon a section dedicated to mixed media art. I had always been fascinated by the idea of combining different materials and techniques to creat
Sarah’s Point of view: The encounter made me tense. I had so many questions. What did Alex want? Why was he stalking me? Was he trying to intimidate me or was there something more sinister at play? As we drove away from the apartment, these questions swirled in my mind, making it hard to focus on the present moment. Ethan's concerned gaze and gentle touch only added to the turmoil inside me. Ethan noticed my inner turmoil and reached out to put a comforting hand on my knee. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft with concern. I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. I didn't want to burden him with my problems, so I just shook my head and said, "Nothing. Let's just go." Ethan nodded, but I could tell he didn't believe me. He tried to start up conversations, asking me about my favorite books and movies, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I tried to answer with a chipper tone, but it wasn't really the same. As we arrived at the cafe, Ethan sugg
Sarah’s Point of view: I stood frozen in the kitchen, my eyes fixed on Alex's sinister grin. How did he get in? The house is a modern luxury home with soaring ceilings and sleek interior design. The living room features a stone fireplace and plush furnishings, while the bedrooms offer serene retreats, each with its own unique character. The kitchen is a culinary dream, equipped with high-end appliances and ample counter space. It was a perfect sanctuary for me. It gave me the peace I needed. But now, Alex was here, shattering the peace. He stood up, his eyes fixed on me, and advanced. I tried to move, but my legs wouldn't budge. He grabbed me, his fingers digging into my arms like vice grips. Alex's presence seemed to mock the very essence of this sanctuary. "Welcome home, Sarah," he whispered. I felt a chill run down my spine as he gripped my arms, his fingers digging deep into my skin. How did he get in? What did he want? And how could I escape? I struggled to break free
Sarah’s Point of view:Emily wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly as I trembled with fear and relief."It's over, Sarah," she whispered. "He's gone. You're safe now."I nodded, trying to calm down, but my mind was racing. Alex's words echoed in my head: "This isn't over."Emily pulled back, her eyes scanning my face. "We need to call the police," she said firmly.I nodded, knowing she was right. We had to report Alex's abuse and file a restraining order.Emily handed me her phone, and I dialed the police department's number. As we waited for the officers to arrive, Emily helped me calm down, offering words of encouragement.When the police arrived, Emily stayed by my side, supporting me as I gave my statement. The officers listened attentively, their expressions sympathetic.The next few hours passed in a blur of police statements, photos and questions. Emily stayed by my side through it all."We'll do everything we can to keep you safe, ma'am," one of the officers assu
Ethan’s Point of view:I slammed the door shut behind me, my anger boiling over. How dare he? No, how fucking dare he? Casper Salvia, the Italian model, had the audacity to try to shake hands with me, the same hands he'd used to hold my Sarah. I couldn't believe he was here, in our villa, surrounded by my family.I'd been looking forward to surprising Sarah and the others after my long flight. But instead, I'd walked into a scene that made my blood boil. I was seething, and I knew my displeasure was written all over my face. I hadn't meant to grip Sarah so tightly, but I'd needed to hold onto something to keep myself from losing control.A shower might help calm me down, I thought, stripping off my clothes and stepping under the warm water. The room I'd entered was definitely Sarah's - her sweet strawberry and rose scent filled the air, making me feel a little more at ease. At least I'd get to share a room with her, I thought, smiling wryly to myself.As I washed my body with Sarah's
Sarah’s Point of view: We trudged tiredly back to our villa, Vivienne, Emerald and Kimberly walking in front of us. I glanced back at Ember and Casper, who were deep in conversation. Ember had a radiant smile on her face, and I felt happy for her. As I thought back to our day, I couldn't help but smile. Back at the secluded beach that Casper took us to, Ember and Casper had flirted openly. It was nice to watch them together. After visiting the secret coves, Casper took us to Matira Beach. He explained that the other private beaches were reserved for hotel clients, but Matira Beach was open to the public. And what a beautiful beach it was. The white sand shores stretched out before us, and the crystal-clear waters sparkled in the sunlight. Casper told us that Matira Beach was a popular spot for watching the sunset, relaxing, and taking romantic strolls. As we walked along the beach, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. As we made our way back to the villa,
Ethan’s Point of view: As I walked through the empty halls of our home, I couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that settled in my chest. Sarah was spending the day with my family, and I was sure she was having a blast. I glanced at my watch, noting the time - 12:30. My mind, however, was preoccupied with a more pressing matter. I had scheduled a virtual meeting with a private investigator, a man renowned for his exceptional skills in uncovering financial discrepancies. My gut told me that something was off, and I needed concrete evidence to confirm my suspicions. The possibility of embezzlement within our company had been nagging at me for weeks, and I was determined to get to the bottom of it. With a sense of trepidation, I set up my laptop in my home office, preparing for the virtual call. My eyes scanned the desk, ensuring that all the necessary documents were in order. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation that was about to unfold. As I waited for
Sarah’s Point of view:My eyes met with the familiar stranger , memories of him playing in my head. My eyes roved his face, his chiseled features, piercing blue eyes, curly dark hair and light dusting of freckles made him a sight to behold. He was even more handsome than I remembered."Sarah?" he repeated, his voice filled with surprise. "It's you."He pulled me into a warm hug. "Hi," I said, leaning into the embrace. "It's been a while."He pulled back, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "What are you doing here? Alex finally let you out of the house?" he joked.I smiled weakly. "It's a long story."I glanced up to see Ember waving at me from our table. The food must have arrived."I have to go now," I said, facing him. "We can catch up later."He nodded. "Yes, sure."We exchanged numbers. "Catch you later," he said with a smile.I walked back to the table, where Ember greeted me with a curious expression."You know Casper Salvia?" she asked excitedly.I nodded. "Yes, he was a very
Sarah’s Point of view:The next morning, I woke to a gentle knock on my room door."Who is it?" I called out."It's Albert, miss. Breakfast is ready," came the reply."Okay, I'll be down in a bit," I responded.I quickly had a refreshing bath and freshened up, feeling invigorated. Then, I made my way down to the grand dining room.As I entered, I was greeted by the warm smiles of Vivienne, Kimberly, and Emberly, already seated at the table."Good morning, Sarah!" someone said.I took my seat beside Emberly, who poured me a steaming cup of coffee."Sleep well?" Vivienne asked, passing me a plate of fluffy pancakes."Yes, thank you. Your home is so peaceful," I replied.Kimberly nodded. "We love it here. There's always something to do, but it's also perfect for relaxation."Emberly handed me a basket of freshly baked pastries. "Try one of these, I made them myself."I looked around and saw no sign of Emerald.“Where’s Emerald?” I asked“She’s still sleeping, she’s not a morning pers
Sarah’s Point of view: A phone ringing woke me from my deep slumber. I groaned, rubbing my eyes. Who was it? It’s too early. I checked the bedside clock. It was 12 pm. I had slept the whole morning away. Last night’s celebration with Ethan had ended late, with me stumbling into bed. The phone kept ringing. I picked it up. "Hey, girl!" Emberly's cheerful voice greeted me. "Hey, Ember," I replied, still shaking off sleep. "Where are you?" she asked. "I’m at home," I replied. "Get this, mum, grandma, Emerald, and I are going on a girls’ trip, and they want you to come!" Ember exclaimed. "Let’s make it a Grey girls’ trip by adding the soon-to-be Mrs. Grey! Isn’t that exciting?" I sat up straight in bed, surprised. "You guys want me to come along?" "Yes, it’ll be fun! You can get to know the family better." I hesitated for a moment, thinking of what to say. I couldn’t say no to Ethan’s mum and grandma, could I? "Sarah, are you still there? What do you say?" Ember as
Sarah’s Point of view:Wednesday afternoon, and I floated through the door, feeling euphoric. The divorce hearing had been a nerve-wracking experience, but the outcome exceeded my hopes.Ethan's concerned eyes met mine in the living room. I rushed into his arms, embracing him tightly."Hey, how did it go?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.I pulled back, beaming. "It's over," I said, barely containing my grin.Ethan's expression transformed into a warm smile. "It went well?" he asked, his eyes crinkling.I nodded enthusiastically. He patted the couch for me to sit."Tell me," he said.I took a deep breath, reliving the day's events."This morning, I met Rachel at her office to go over last-minute details. She reassured me to stay calm and not worry, hinting she had a plan."We drove to the courthouse, where Rachel's confidence steadied my nerves.As we registered our names and waited, Alex and his lawyer arrived. Seeing Alex was a shock; his swagger and smug expression brought bac
Sarah’s Point of view:It's a gloomy day and I woke up to the sound of raindrops hitting my window. The stormy skies outside perfectly mirrored my somber mood. I didn't feel like getting out of bed, and the thought of facing the day ahead felt overwhelming.As I lay there, tears began to well up in my eyes. Today was my parents' death anniversary, a painful reminder of the loved ones I've lost. It's been three long years since I last heard their laughter, since I last played chess with my dad. The memories still feel like a fresh wound.Titan, my loyal companion, sensed my distress and jumped onto my bed, trying to get me to play with him. But I wasn't in the mood. His playful energy was a stark contrast to my sorrow, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for not being able to shake off my grief.As I gazed out the window, the rain seemed to intensify, echoing the turmoil within me. I felt lost and alone, missing the warmth and love of my parents. The pain of their absence stil
Ethan’s Point of view:As we stepped into the crisp night air, the stars twinkling above, I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close."Tired?" I asked, glancing down at her soft face.She nodded, and I could sense the evening's weight bearing down on her.The drive home passed in comfortable silence, our hands intertwined.The diamond on her finger sparkled in the night light, and she turned to me with shining eyes."I love the ring, Ethan. It's beautiful," she whispered.My heart swelled with emotion as I gazed at her. "I'm glad you like it," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.I tightened my fingers around hers, the diamond shining brightly on her hand. "You look stunning with it on."Her chest fluttered, and her voice was barely audible. "Thank you, Ethan."I smiled, filled with admiration. "You were the real star of tonight. You got everyone to like you, even Grandpa was impressed."Her cheeks flushed, and she smiled up at me. "Thanks to you," she replied. "You prepar