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
I dialed Emily's number, my hands shaking with fear, my heart racing with anxiety. "Emily, he's going to kill me," I whispered, trying to hold back tears that streamed down my face like rain.I was hiding in the basement, the only place I felt safe, surrounded by the musty smell of old boxes and the faint scent of mold. Alex had been raging upstairs, his anger and frustration boiling over like a pot left unattended on the stove. I knew I had to get out, but I was trapped, like a bird in a gilded cage with no key."Sarah, what's happening?" Emily's voice was calm, but I could hear the concern beneath."He's going to kill me," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper, my throat constricted with fear. "He's been getting worse and worse. I don't know what to do."I heard Emily's sigh, her gentle words of comfort, but they felt like a distant echo, a reminder of a life I once knew, a life I could never go back to.I thought back to the day I met Alex, the charming smile, the piercing ey
I lay there, broken and battered, as Alex held me close. His tears fell on my face, mixing with my own.The pain radiated all over my body. I could feel the bruises forming."I'm so sorry, Sarah," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I don't know what comes over me. I love you so much."I wanted to believe him. I wanted to think that this time would be different. But deep down, I knew it was all a lie."You provoke me," he said, his voice laced with blame. "You pushed me to this. If you just listened to me, if you just did what I said, this wouldn't have happened."I felt a surge of anger, but I knew better than to express it. I knew that would only make things worse."I'm sorry," I lied, trying to placate him. "I'll try to do better, I'll be a better wife."He stroked my hair, his touch gentle now. "I love you, Sarah. I don't want to hurt you. But you need to understand me. I have a temper. I can't help it, you make me mad"I nodded, feeling trapped. I knew I had to escape, but I didn't
I woke up to the sound of Alex's voice, his words dripping with insincerity. "Hey, beautiful, I'm so sorry about last night. Can you ever forgive me?"I turned away, my eyes still swollen from crying. The memories of his fists, his anger, and his cruel words still lingered. I couldn't bear to look at him. "Forgive you?" I spat. "You've been saying that for months, Alex. But nothing changes. You just keep hurting me.""Come on, Sarah, don't be like that," he said, his voice laced with condescension. "I love you. I would never intentionally hurt you."I laughed, a bitter sound. "You love me? You don't even know what love is. You only love control, power, and manipulation."Alex's face darkened, and for a moment, I saw the real him. The one who hated opposition, who hated being challenged."I'm late for work," he said, his voice cold. "We'll talk about this later." But he persisted, placing a tray with breakfast on my lap. The smell of eggs and bacon made my stomach churn. I pushed the
Ethan's Point of view:I was driving home from a short but tiring day at work, my mind still reeling from the meeting with our company's potential investors. We were trying to secure funding for our new project, and I was determined to make it happen because the weight of it rested heavily on my shoulders. As I navigated through the crowded streets of Manhattan, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me. We were one step closer to making our vision a reality.The sun was setting over the towering skyscrapers, casting a warm orange glow over the city. I rolled down my window, letting the cool evening air fill the car, and breathed in the sounds of the city: honking horns, chattering pedestrians, and the wail of sirens in the distance.I noticed a street performer, a master of his craft, juggling clubs and spinning plates. I watched in awe as he expertly kept everything in the air, drawing a small crowd of onlookers. I smiled, feeling a sense of joy that I hadn't felt all day.I turne
Ethan's point of view:I sped through the streets, my heart racing with fear. The girl's limp body lay in the passenger seat, her bright red hair stark against the dark leather. I couldn't believe what had just happened.I couldn’t help but blame myself, it’s been a long while since I’ve been behind the wheel. My driver, Ben, had a family emergency, so I gave him the day off. I should have ordered an Uber or called my grandfather’s driver to take me home. I missed the feeling of taking charge of the car at the steering wheel. Now look where that landed me.As I drove, I couldn't shake the image of her pale face from my mind. Who was she? And what had I done?I finally arrived at the hospital, screeching to a halt in front of the emergency department. I leaped out of the car, rushing to her side. I gently lifted her out of the passenger seat, cradling her in my arms.The automatic doors slid open, and I sprinted through them, desperate for help. A team of medical professionals rushed t
Sarah’s Point of view As I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with the sterile smell of a hospital room. I tried to remember how I got there, but my memories were fuzzy. I recalled running down the street, then...nothing. Panic set in as I scrambled to piece together what happened. A gentle voice spoke beside me, "Hey, you're awake. I'm so glad to see you're okay." I turned to see a blond guy with hazel eyes and a concerned expression. He introduced himself as Ethan, and I had no idea who he was or why he was sitting beside my bed. The doctor came in to check on me, and Ethan stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt a strange sense of calm with him nearby, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was missing. As the doctor left, Ethan returned to my bedside, his expression hesitant. "Can I stay?" he asked. "I want to make sure you're okay." I nodded, still trying to process everything. Ethan's presence was comforting, but I couldn't understand why he
Sarah’s Point of view:Nurse Sabrina's warm smile greeted me as she entered my hospital room. "Sarah, How are you doing today? You have a visitor. Your friend Emily is here to see you."I nodded, trying to compose myself, but the emotions still simmered just below the surface. Emily followed the nurse in, concern etched on her face."Hey, girl," Emily said softly, rushing to my side. "I was so worried about you."Nurse Sabrina nodded sympathetically. "I'll leave you two alone for a bit. Just press the call button if you need anything."As the nurse exited, Emily turned to me, her eyes searching mine. "Sarah, what happened? You were crying when you called"I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "I saw him, Em... Alex... with Claire... his ex." The words felt like acid on my tongue. They were burning, but I had to get them out."They were locked in a passionate embrace, they looked ready to tear each other's clothes off. The passion and lust between them was so obvious.