Tilda’s POV.I took shot after shot, feeling the alcohol scorch its way down my throat. The empty cans piled up on the table in front of me, mocking me with each clang. I was still in my wedding dress. The dress alone reminded me of the nightmare I had woken up to just hours ago. I had fled the hotel room—feeling Wyatt’s absence like a knife to my heart—and sought refuge in the one place that promised oblivion: a nightclub.I tried to drown my pain in alcohol, hoping it would numb the ache that was consuming me from the inside. But nothing could fade the betrayal I felt. Wyatt. My best friend. Emily. The two people I trusted most in the world. How could they do this to me? How could they be together? How could they get married on my wedding day?I thought about it. How did this even happen? When did they get together? How did I not know this? It seemed like their relationship blossomed right under my nose. I had never seen the signs. I felt so stupid. I forced a hollow laugh, tryin
Tilda’s POV“Wyatt,” I whispered in a husky tone as I clung to him, burying my face in the warmth of his neck. His familiar scent should have comforted me, but there was something unsettling about the moment. Still, I ignored it. My hands traced the sharp lines of his jaw until my fingers grazed his lips. I hesitated, savoring the softness before leaning in for a kiss. My eyes were closed as if I could seal the fragile peace between us.“I thought I’d lost you,” I murmured, my voice breaking as I held him tighter. My heart still reeled from the nightmare that had tore at my soul. “That nightmare felt so real... You leaving me for Emily, my best friend, was horrifying. But we both know there’s nothing between you and her, right?” I whispered against his skin, inhaling deeply. But instead of the familiar scent I expected, something foreign filled my senses.I froze.I opened my eyes, my heart racing, and instead of Wyatt’s soft gray eyes, I was met with dark brown piercing eyes staring
Tilda’s POV.I glanced down at the screen and froze. It was a message from a strange number. A cold shiver crept up my spine as I opened it.Attached was a selfie of us—one I had no recollection of taking. The sight of his face next to mine made my stomach twist.His message read: "If you ever want to escape again and lose yourself in my arms, I'll be here. Only I am allowed to touch you and make you feel that way. I'll keep this photo as a memory, but don't worry, I didn’t take any explicit photos or recordings. I'm not that kind of person. Sorry for taking your number without permission. Take care of yourself, and move on from your heartbreak."The words crawled under my skin. He sounded possessive, like I was some kind of treasure he could claim whenever he pleased. And the casual way he said it—like I should be grateful he didn’t exploit me further—left me feeling violated all over again.I sat frozen in the backseat, feelin several emotions swirling inside me. Fear prickled at th
Tilda's POV.The next morning, I got up before dawn. I was Ted to be as early as possible in order to make a good impression. After the chaos of yesterday, I had expected to be brought down by thoughts of Wyatt and Emily’s betrayal, but instead, my mind kept returning to the little girl—Ivy, the director's daughter. Today, I would officially become her nurse, and I felt a strange feeling of excitement blooming in my chest.I slipped into my uniform, taking extra care with my appearance. My hair, usually thrown up in a messy bun, was neatly styled, and I applied a touch of makeup, just enough to enhance my features. I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to look my best, but I was meeting the director for the first time and I wanted to make a good impression.Dr. Ben and Nurse Abby had been clear in their instructions—there was a certain way to behave around the director. I had heard many things about him - a man of few words and strict boundaries. He valued discretion, and more importantl