NOLANHow far is one willing to go for the one they love?Stepping into the house felt like stepping into a nightmare I’d thought I’d escaped from. Everything about this place was tainted—every wall, every piece of furniture. It was all stained with memories I wished I could erase. This house had never felt like a home. It was more of a museum filled with exhibits of my past—dark, twisted exhibits that I couldn’t ignore even if I tried. I could still hear the echoes of my father’s anger in these walls, the sharpness of his voice cutting through the air like a blade. Every corner reminded me of something I wanted to forget—the constant pressure to be something, to live up to expectations that were impossible to meet. And then there was Alanna. The woman I should have loved, the woman I pushed away, and the woman I lost. Our marriage was a disaster from the start, a cold arrangement that neither of us wanted, but it wasn’t until I lost her that I realized how much I cared. That loss s
NolanI drove back home, my mind a storm of anger and betrayal. The roads blurred in front of me as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened. Brad’s smug face, his words, the years of lies—it all echoed in my head like a twisted symphony. By the time I pulled up to the house, my knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel too tight. The house loomed in front of me, a symbol of everything that had gone wrong in my life. Every corner of it held a memory—memories of my father’s abuse, the disastrous marriage to Alanna, the cold, loveless relationship with Chloe. This place had seen the worst of me, and I couldn’t stand it anymore.As I got out of the car, I saw Chloe standing in the driveway, looking as though she had been waiting for me. Her arms were crossed, her face a mix of defiance and something I couldn’t quite place. “Where the hell have you been?” she demanded, as if she had any right to ask. Ignoring her, I walked past her toward the house. I wasn’t in
ALANNAThere's something special about being back home. The familiar creak of the floorboards, the scent of lavender from the garden, and the quiet that fills the space—it all feels like a warm embrace after the chaos of the past few days. It’s a relief to be here, to find some sense of normalcy. But as I step through the door, a rush of memories flood my mind—memories of everything that has happened, everything that has changed. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so when I opened the door and saw Nolan standing there, I was completely thrown. My heart skipped a beat. He looked tired, worn out, like the weight of the world was pressing down on him. Before I could say anything, he pulled me into a hug. It was sudden, and at first, I froze. But then, something in me softened. I hadn’t realized how much I missed him until that moment. I wrapped my arms around him, and for a few seconds, everything else disappeared.“I missed you,” he whispered into my hair, his voice heavy with emotion.“I mis
NOLANThe courtroom felt strange. I glanced around, taking in the sea of faces—some familiar, some not. The tension was palpable, an almost physical presence in the air. This was it, the moment where everything would be laid bare. I steeled myself, knowing that no matter how this turned out, the truth needed to be revealed.Mr. Collins, my lawyer, stood beside me, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. His eyes scanned the room, calculating, strategizing. Across the aisle, Chloe sat with Mr. Brooks, her lawyer. She looked composed, almost serene, but I knew better. She was a master of masks, and today, she wore the one of the wronged woman perfectly.The judge, an older man with a stern expression, called the court to order. The first witness was my mother, Mrs. Westbrook. She walked to the stand, her steps slow but deliberate. This wasn’t easy for her, I knew that. But she was here because she believed in me, believed in the truth.Mr. Brooks was the first
ALANNAI woke up to the familiar ping of my phone, signaling the arrival of another email. Groggy, I reached over and unlocked the screen, expecting to see something mundane—maybe a work update or a message from a friend. But as soon as I read the subject line, my heart sank.**"You Won't See It Coming."**My hands trembled as I opened the email.*"You think you're safe, but you're not. I'm watching you, Alanna. Every move, every breath. It's only a matter of time before I make you pay."*I quickly scrolled down to the bottom of the message, searching for any clue about the sender. Nothing. It was sent from an anonymous address, with no way to trace it back to whoever was behind this. I sat up in bed, trying to steady my breathing. It had to be a prank, right? But something about the tone—the sheer malice in the words—made it feel real.I decided not to let it get to me. I closed the email and got out of bed, convincing myself that it was just someone messing with me. I had enough on
CHLOEWHEN IT COMES TO THE GAME OF PRETEND, I AM THE QUEEN.I sat in front of the vanity, smoothing a final coat of gloss onto my lips. My reflection stared back at me, flawless, but my mind was far from calm. Today was crucial. The interview was my chance to turn the tide, to make sure I came out of this mess on top. The court case with Nolan was looming, and I needed the public on my side. If I could convince them that I was the victim, the wronged wife who had only ever loved too deeply, it would be so much easier to sway the judge, the jury—everyone. I wasn’t just fighting Nolan in court; I was fighting him in the court of public opinion, too. And I had to win.The reporter was waiting in the next room. I knew how to play this. I’d done it before, countless times. Turn on the tears, soften my voice, and tell them exactly what they wanted to hear. Today was about making Nolan look like the villain, and I was ready.When I walked into the room, the reporter smiled warmly at me, but I
NolanI clenched my hands around the steering wheel, the soft hum of the car engine barely registering in my mind as I scrolled through the comments on my phone. Each word felt like a punch to the gut, a reminder of how far things had spiraled out of control. Alanna sat beside me, quiet but I could feel the tension radiating from her. She was hurt, just as much as I was, if not more. I couldn’t understand how people could believe Chloe’s lies so easily. The media had taken her side without question, painting me as the villain and her as the innocent victim.“This is unbelievable,” I muttered, my voice low but filled with frustration. I didn’t need to look at Alanna to know she was listening. “Just listen to this.”I scrolled to a comment that had racked up hundreds of likes. “‘Nolan doesn’t deserve any sympathy. Cheating on his wife with her sister? Disgusting.’” I practically spat the words out, the bitterness of them lingering in the air. “They don’t even know the half of it. They h
NolanI sat in the courtroom, my hands clenched into fists on the table in front of me. The trial had dragged on for weeks. Every day, I’d watched as Chloe spun her lies, as her lawyers twisted the truth, trying to make me out to be the monster. I couldn’t let Chloe win after everything she’d done.Alanna was sitting a few rows behind me, her presence a comforting reminder that I wasn’t alone in this. She had testified earlier in the trial, her voice steady but laced with the pain Chloe had caused. Watching her on the stand, reliving those memories, had nearly torn me apart. But she’d held her ground, just as she always did.The doors to the courtroom opened, and Mr. Collins, my lawyer, walked in, his face as calm as ever. He was a man who rarely showed his emotions, but today, there was a determined glint in his eyes that gave me a shred of hope. We had one last shot, one final piece of evidence that could turn the tide in my favor.He took his place beside me, leaning in slightly as