(Thomas)I could feel it, the way Lydia was processing everything. The silence that stretched between us worried me though. She was deep in thought, her brow furrowed slightly, her lips pressed together in the way they always were when something weighed heavily on her. But she wasn’t saying anything.I hated that. I hated that I didn’t know what was running through her mind. I didn’t want what happened to scar her, to leave a mark.I’d seen her shaken before after Nathan had broken into her house. The memory of that night still sat heavy in my chest. I stayed with her afterwards, unable to leave her side. I could still hear her muffled cries, the way she had jolted awake from a nightmare that had ripped through her like a storm.It had pained me then, and it pained me now. I couldn’t stand the thought of her carrying that kind of fear again.“Lydia,” I said softly, shifting closer to her on the bed. Her hand was still in mine, warm but slightly tense. “Talk to me,” I said softly, “Wha
(Lydia)I paced around the hotel room, my feet tracing the same path over and over on the soft carpet, trying to work off the restless energy pulsing through me. The dim lighting from the bedside lamps gave the room an unsettling coziness, like a false comfort in a place I couldn't truly feel at ease.I could hear the steady sound of water rushing into the bathroom where Thomas was taking a shower. He hadn’t been able to stand the sticky, disgusting layer of sweat and grime that had clung to him after the party. I couldn’t blame him. That party was more than filthy in every way imaginable.But I wasn’t just pacing because of that nightmarish party or Thomas’s need to scrub it all off. No, it was because of Nathan. That slimy, arrogant bastard who thought he could get away with everything. How could he be so reckless? Did he honestly believe there would be no consequences? That he could do whatever he wanted and no one would come after him?I stopped by the window and stared out into
(Lydia)As soon as Thomas stepped out of the bathroom, steam trailing behind him, I turned to him, unable to hold back any longer.“I have a plan,” I said, my voice steady even though my heart was racing.Thomas raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing in curiosity as he dried his hair with the towel. He knew me well enough to understand that when I said I had a plan, I meant it. I wasn’t someone who jumped into things half-prepared.“You sure about this?” he asked, but there was no doubt in his tone. It was more like he was already on board but wanted to hear the details before committing completely.I nodded, “I’m not backing down, Thomas. I’ve had enough of Nathan, and it’s time to show him he can’t do this to me, or anyone else.”He didn’t say anything, just sat on the edge of the bed, waiting. That was the thing about Thomas. He was always calm when I needed him to be. Never pushing, just waiting for the right moment to dive in.I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and dialed Josh
(Lydia)Thomas and I sat across from each other in the hotel room, our plans for the next few days forming rapidly in our heads. It was clear that we couldn’t leave L.A. now, not with Nathan’s birthday party in just a few days. This was the opportunity we had been waiting for, and if we left the city, we might miss our only chance to gather the dirt we needed on him.“We’ll stay,” I said, breaking the silence between us, “At least until after the party. We need to see this through.”Thomas nodded, already pulling out his phone, “I’ll let my assistant know. She can move things around and make sure everything else is handled remotely.”I could hear him tapping away at his screen, his voice low as he made the necessary arrangements, but my mind was already elsewhere. I picked up my own phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found Ruby’s number. I hadn’t checked in with her since yesterday, and it was unlike her not to send me updates about the kids.Mabel and Miles. I missed the
(Thomas)When I decided to call Jack, I had a bad feeling gnawing at the back of my mind. Something about this whole situation with Jack’s supposed engagement didn’t sit right with me. It felt like everything was unraveling at once. But if there was anyone who could shed light on what was happening, it was Jack. He was always the one who kept his ear to the ground.As soon as Jack picked up the phone, I cut right to the chase, “Jack, what’s this I’m hearing about an engagement?”There was silence on the other end, and for a moment, I thought the call had dropped. But then I heard a deep, frustrated sigh. Jack wasn’t the type to stay quiet for long, and his silence now was more telling than anything else.“You really want to know?” Jack finally said, his voice low and strained, “Because it’s a mess, Thomas. A complete mess.”I frowned, pacing around the room. Lydia sat on the bed, watching me closely, her own concern evident on her face as I asked, “What do you mean? Just tell me what
(Lydia)I dialed my Mama’s number after Thomas was done talking with Jack. My mind was racing with worry. Ruby had gone silent, and that wasn’t like her. Now I knew what the reason was and I tried reaching her again through texts, calls and everything but there was no response.The lack of response only made my anxiety worse. I needed to know what was going on, not just for my own peace of mind, but to make sure that Ruby was okay.The phone rang twice before I heard my mother’s familiar voice on the other end, “Hello?”“Mama,” I said, my voice coming out a bit too fast, “It’s Lydia. I need to talk to you about Ruby. Do you know what happened?”Mama sighed softly, and even over the phone, I could sense the weariness in her voice, “Oh, Lydia, it’s been a mess here. Ruby came home last night in tears. She packed up her things and told me she was heading over to Adam’s place.”I sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to keep my voice steady when I said, “Did she say why? What happened t
(Lydia)Today marked two months since I last saw Thomas, my husband. My heart raced as I remembered the harsh words he’d flung at me the last time he stormed out.“I wish I never met you.”Those searing words had been endlessly echoing in my mind since that dreadful day.The shrill ring of the phone jolted me from my painful reverie. I glanced at the caller ID and my breath caught. It was Thomas. With trembling fingers, I answered. “H-hello?”“Lydia.” His voice was flat, devoid of emotion. “I'm coming home today.”Home. Was this house still home if he was not here? Despite the anger and hurt brewing inside me, part of me dared to feel a glimmer of hope.“You’re...coming back?”“For now,” he replied curtly. “We need to sort some things out regarding the divorce.”My heart sank at the d-word. Divorce. The gaping wound in my heart reopened, fresh pain seeping through. “But Thomas, I—”“I'll see you later today.” His tone was flat and withdrawn, the way it had been ever since I lost him t
(Lydia)Tears spilled down my cheeks unbidden as I watched him walk away, arm-in-arm with the woman who stole him from me.My heart was broken. I was left to pick up the shattered pieces of my once blissful life. My husband was a soulless stranger, the other half of my heart irretrievably lost. I could only pray that one day, the gaping wound he left will begin to heal over.Until then, I would go through the motions, forcing myself to move forward into a harsh new reality.A cold, unrelenting world where the warmth of Thomas's embrace was but a distant, rapidly fading memory.***“Albert, no!” my mother had screamed as my father hurled a fist into her eye. She had been screaming and crying. And is that the house that I had grown up in. My little sister, Ruby, would hide behind me. I would watch from the top of the stairs as a child. When I grew a little bit older, I began to fight. At first, Mama was grateful for the help. But, over time, I began to feel her resentment. It pierced