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: Today was the day. I had my first date with Emma, the Harvard-educated lawyer. Isabel, my personal assistant, stood outside my office door, a folder in hand. "Ethan, I have your briefing on Emma," she said, her voice crisp and professional. I nodded, taking the folder from her. "Go ahead, Isabel." "Emma Russell, 28 years old, graduated magna cum laude from Harvard Law. She's currently working at a top-tier law firm in the city. Her family is well-connected, and her father is a prominent businessman." I scanned the notes, impressed by Emma's credentials. A picture of her was in the folder. Emma Russel is a stunning woman in her late twenties with long raven black hair and green eyes on a glowing porcelain smooth skin. Her style reflected her high society upbringing. "Personality?" I asked. "Poised, confident, and intelligent. She's known for her sharp wit and strategic thinking," Isabel replied. I nodded, tucking the folder into my desk drawer
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
Sarah’s Point of view:I met Grandpa Henry's gaze, his eyes piercing. "Your eyes, Sarah... they remind me of an old friend. Very green, just like his."I offered a polite smile. "Must be a coincidence, sir."Henry hummed, his expression thoughtful, before turning away.Ethan stood up, his movements fluid and silent. He raised his wine glass and knife, capturing everyone's attention."Can I have your attention, everyone?"The room fell silent, both our table and the guest table quieting to listen."Happy birthday to my grandfather," Ethan began, his voice filled with warmth. "Cheers to you, sir, for reaching this milestone age and for not leaving us. May you live longer."He smiled, his eyes shining with gratitude. "And thank you to everyone for coming to celebrate with us."Then, his gaze locked onto mine, and my heart skipped a beat."Thank you to my beautiful girlfriend, Sarah, for putting up with me and for coming to visit my family."Ethan's eyes burned with intensity, his voice
Sarah’s Point of view: Ethan guided me to the table, where two empty chairs awaited us, side by side. With gentlemanly charm, he pulled out a chair for me. "Thank you," I said, smiling. Ethan took his seat beside me, his hand brushing against mine. To my left sat Cameron, who flashed a warm smile. As soon as we settled, Albert rang a discreet bell, and the staff entered in unison, bearing the first course. "Dinner is served," Albert announced. The aroma of roasted vegetables and herbs wafted through the air, tantalizing my senses. Henry Grey, seated at the head of the table, smiled warmly. "Let's enjoy our meal together," he said, his voice welcoming. The room filled with the soft clinking of silverware and polite conversation. I glanced at Ethan, who gave my hand a reassuring squeeze under the table. I spied an old woman with gray hair in a tight bun seated at Henry’s right smiling at me. I smiled back politely and whispered at Ethan,”Who is she?
Sarah’s Point of view: I stood transfixed before the mirror, mesmerized by the reflection staring back at me. The stranger's fiery red hair and captivating features were unmistakably mine, yet utterly transformed. The navy blue gown hugged my curves in all the right places, its sculpted square neckline framing my face. The twisted waist detail accentuated my slender figure, while the dramatic long cape sleeves and subtle shoulder padding added an air of sophistication. A daring thigh slit added a touch of sass, balanced by the elegant maxi length. The invisible zip closure ensured a seamless silhouette. I paired it off with black strappy heeled sandals with diamanté chains. I looked like a goddess, radiating confidence and poise. "Stunning," Treyvon breathed, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Cianna nodded in agreement. "The dress was made for you." Brittany and Robin exchanged impressed glances, while Dylan smiled, satisfied with the wardrobe choice. "You guys t
Sarah’s Point of view:Today was Ethan’s grandpa's birthday, and I woke up with a splitting headache, courtesy of yesterday's wine tasting extravaganza. I groaned, feeling the familiar pangs of a hangover.As I sat up, flashes of yesterday flooded my mind – the wine, the laughter, and the kiss. My face heated up, and I couldn't deny the thrill that ran through me. Ethan's gentle touch, his soft lips... I had enjoyed it, no matter how much I wanted to pretend otherwise.But now, I needed to avoid him. Or at least, try to. Today was crucial for the contract, and we had to put on a united front. I flopped back onto the bed, dreading the thought of spending time with Ethan while his kiss still lingered on my mind.Just then, a knock on the door broke the silence."Hey Sarah, are you awake?" Ethan's voice called out.I hesitated before responding, "Yes, Ethan, come in."He walked in, and my heart skipped a beat. The memories came flooding back – his muscled arms, his gentle touch... I long