(Thomas)The drive to the hospital felt like it took an eternity. My mind was racing, heart pounding in my chest as I gripped the steering wheel tighter than I ever had before. Rubyโs words kept replaying in my head: โItโs Mamaโฆsheโs not doing well.โI tried to control the panic that kept rising within me, but my thoughts were spinning out of control. What if it was serious? What if something had gone terribly wrong with the chemo? She had been fighting so hard, but we all knew the toll the treatments were taking on her. And Lydiaโฆmy god, Lydia wasnโt even here. Sheโd be devastated if anything happened while she was away. I had to hold it together for her, for Ruby, for everyone.But no matter how much I tried to steady my breathing, the knot in my chest only tightened the closer I got to the hospital. The traffic lights seemed deliberately slow, and every second of delay felt like torture. I kept glancing at the clock on the dashboard, my mind calculating how much longer it would tak
(Thomas)Dr. Roberts' words had left the both of us in thought. I should tell Lydia about this, but I was going to D.C. myself. It would be better if I was there with her.When Ruby moved to go back into the room, a nurse exited through the room and said, โIt would be better if you let the patient rest for a bit before its time for discharge.โI glanced over at Ruby, and I could feel the weight of unspoken words between us, an awkwardness hanging in the air. We hadnโt had a proper conversation since everything happened between her and Jack, and now, with the hospitalโs fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow around us, the silence felt heavier than usual.I cleared my throat, trying to break the tension and asked, โHow have you been, Ruby? I meanโฆwith everything.โShe looked up at me, surprised, like she hadnโt expected me to ask. Her lips tightened for a moment before she spoke, โIโve been managing. Itโs been...different.โI nodded, unsure of how to respond. I wanted to ask more, but
(Lydia)As soon as the plane touched down in D.C., I felt my body tense. The threat of Nathan and the upheaval in our lives pressed down on me. Thomas had insisted on a security team, and Iโd reluctantly agreed. I didnโt like the idea of being surrounded by bodyguards, but I knew it wasnโt just about me anymore. It was about keeping our family safe, and I couldnโt argue with that.The door to the plane opened, and I spotted Roger and Gerard immediately. They had been with me for quite some time now, and seeing their familiar faces gave me a small sense of comfort. But then, behind them, six more men stood in a tight formation, each one scanning the area with a practiced, sharp gaze. My heart sank. Eight men? I thought, feeling a pang of embarrassment. It felt so over-the-top and so excessive. But then, as the reality of Nathanโs threat settled back into my mind, I reminded myself this wasnโt just a show of power or control. This was protection. He was still out there, and if anyone
(Lydia)After a long flight and an overwhelming day, all I wanted was some peace and quiet. My confrontation with Clara had left me even more strung.The room in the hotel felt like a cocoon with soft lighting, the gentle hum of the air conditioner, and a bed that looked more inviting than anything I could imagine. I had just settled in, my body sinking into the mattress, and my hand reaching for my phone. I wanted to call Thomas, hear his voice, and let the world melt away, even if only for a few minutes. But as I opened my contacts to find his name, I heard something from the hallway outside.At first, it was just muffled voices, the usual sounds you hear in a hotel. But then it grew louder and more forceful. I sat up, listening closely. My heart began to pound as I realized who it was.Nathan.My chest tightened. I thought I had imagined it at first, but no. That voice was unmistakable. The sharpness, the edge of control that always made me feel uneasy. He was outside my door, ca
(Thomas)The next morning, I drove back to the mansion with Adeline sitting quietly in the backseat. The ride was mostly silent, save for the occasional deep breath or shifting from her as she tried to settle herself. Ruby had opted out of coming back with us, and I understood why. That mansion, after everything, wasnโt a place where she felt safe or at peace anymore. But still, her absence made the car feel emptier, like something vital was missing.I glanced at Adeline through the rearview mirror. She looked out the window, her face pale but composed, even after the scare at the hospital. She was strong. Stronger than I ever gave her credit for. But I knew that even she was feeling the weight of it all. The cancer, the treatments, and the constant uncertainty. It gnawed at her, though sheโd never admit it outright. She was determined to be the pillar for Lydia, for Ruby, and for all of us. โYou feeling okay back there?โ I asked, my voice breaking through the quiet.Adeline turned h
(Lydia)I woke up before the sun had fully risen with the faint light creeping through the curtains of my hotel room. The anxiety from the night before still lingered, but today, I told myself, had to be different. I had no choice but to face it all. This screening wasnโt just about the movie, it was about showing the world, and maybe myself, that I could handle everything being thrown at me. I couldnโt let fear control me. Not today.There was a knock on the door, and Josh, my assistant, entered, followed by a small team of stylists. Josh had insisted on arranging everything, and I trusted him, though a part of me was dreading whatever grand vision he had in mind. He always had an eye for the dramatic."Good morning, Lydia!" Josh said cheerfully, clapping his hands together as he gestured to the garment bag hanging on the rack, โYouโre going to look amazing today. Trust me.โI gave him a tired smile, sitting up in bed, "Josh, didnโt we talk about something a little more subtle? I don
(Lydia)The movie ended with a thunderous clap. I blinked in the dim light of the theater as the credits rolled, still caught up in the emotions of the film. As the applause grew louder, I stood with everyone else, offering a smile and a nod to my co-stars. People were already making their way toward me, some with tears in their eyes, others with wide smiles and eager words of praise.A middle-aged man I didnโt recognize was the first to approach. โThat scene,โ he said, his voice trembling with emotion, โThat one scene where youโre crying out...my God, it tore me apart. Just incredible.โโThank you,โ I replied, feeling a mix of pride and overwhelming happiness. That scene had taken everything out of me, and hearing how much it affected people made it worth it. One by one, others came up to me, showering me with compliments and recounting how deeply my performance had resonated with them. My heart swelled with every kind word. After all the fear, the doubt, and the isolation, this was
(Thomas)I landed in D.C. later than I had hoped, feeling a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. My flight had been delayed, so by the time I arrived at the venue, the screening had already ended. It wasnโt just the disappointment of missing the film, it was the fact that I truly wanted to be here with her. I wanted to be by her side, not just as her husband, but as her support, especially now with everything going on.As soon as I stepped out of the car, I pulled out my phone and tried calling Lydia. No answer. I frowned and tried again as I paced outside of the venueโs entrance. I waited for her to pick up but still nothing. My heart beat faster with a sense of unease. Something didnโt feel right. Lydia always called me back, even if she was in the middle of something.With a sigh, I scrolled through my contacts and dialed Josh, Lydiaโs assistant. He picked up on the second ring.โHey, Josh, whereโs Lydia?โ I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.โI saw her heading backstage with Je
(Lydia)The reception was everything I had dreamed of and more. The air was filled with the sound of laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. The venue, bathed in the soft glow of fairy lights, felt magical, as though we were all living in a dream. Thomas and I had just shared our vows, but now the celebration was in full swing, and the joy in the air was palpable.Mabel and Miles were the stars of the evening, as expected. They had barely left the dance floor since the music started, their little feet moving in uncoordinated yet adorable ways. Miles was trying to spin in circles, his arms flailing around as Mabel, ever the perfectionist, tried to keep him in check. They were a sight to behold, so carefree and full of life. Their giggles and shouts of โLook at me!โ filled the room, and I couldnโt help but laugh along with them.Thomas was by my side, his hand gently resting on my back as we watched our children steal the show. The evening felt like it was slipping by in the most
(Thomas)The day had finally arrived. Our wedding day.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie for the fifth time, trying to focus on the simple task instead of the rush of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. I couldnโt stop the memories from creeping in, images of Lydia in a wedding dress years ago, her radiant smile lighting up the room, and the way my heart had soared knowing she was about to become my wife.And then, the accident. The chaos, the pain, the years we spent finding our way back to each other.Today wasnโt just about vows or rings. It was about us. About the journey we had taken, the battles we had fought, and the love that had carried us through it all.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Jack stepped in, looking sharp in his suit, his usual easygoing expression replaced by something softer.โYou doing okay?โ he asked, leaning against the doorframe.I nodded, though my reflection betrayed me. โJust...a lot to process.โJack walked over, clapping
(Lydia)With only a week left until the wedding, the house felt like a beehive, everyone buzzing with purpose, energy, and, occasionally, a touch of chaos. I stood in the middle of it all, both exhilarated and slightly overwhelmed.Ruby was in the corner of Mamaโs room, hunched over her sewing machine, her brow furrowed in concentration. My wedding dress hung on a nearby mannequin, almost complete but still needing those final, intricate touches that only Ruby could master. She was doing this here because if she needed to know any adjustments, I would just be a few rooms away.She was holed up in Mamaโs room because she didnโt want Thomas to get a glimpse of the wedding dress, not until the day of the wedding as I walked down the aisle.โAre you sure you donโt need a break?โ I asked, holding out a cup of tea for her.Ruby looked up, her eyes tired but determined. โNot until this hem is perfect. Youโre going to look stunning, Lydia. Just trust me.โโI do,โ I said softly, setting the te
(Thomas)The moment we pulled up to the venue, I felt a mix of anticipation and pride. The sprawling garden, framed by blooming flowers and soft sunlight, looked like something out of a dream. This was it, the place where Lydia and I would officially start the next chapter of our lives.Mabel and Miles were already buzzing with excitement, craning their necks to get a better look as the car slowed to a stop.โIs that where weโre going to walk with the flowers?โ Mabel asked, pointing to the long stone pathway that led to the main garden.โIt is,โ I said, glancing at Lydia, who was smiling softly.โItโs so pretty!โ Miles added, practically bouncing in his seat.Once we were out of the car, the kids ran ahead, their laughter echoing in the crisp air. Lydia and I followed at a slower pace, her hand tucked into mine.โCan you believe itโs almost here?โ she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.I shook my head. โIt feels surreal. But seeing this place again...it makes it all feel real.โT
(Lydia)Sitting at the dining table with Thomas, a notebook in front of me and a pen in hand, I felt an odd mix of excitement and dread. Finalizing the guest list for our wedding should have been a straightforward task, but when Margaret got involved, nothing ever stayed simple for long.I glanced at Thomas, who was scrolling through his phone, cross-checking names. He looked calm, but I knew better. We were both bracing ourselves for the inevitable drama.โAre we really going to put up with Margaretโs list of distant cousins and relatives weโve never met?โ I asked, my voice low but pointed.Thomas sighed and set his phone down. โYou know how mother is. She thinks a wedding is a chance to show off family connections.โโWell, itโs not her wedding,โ I said firmly. โItโs ours, and I want it to feel personal, not like some society gala.โThomas reached over and squeezed my hand. โI agree with you. But letโs try to handle this delicately. You know how she can get.โBefore I could respond,
(Thomas)The house was alive with energy, and it all revolved around two very determined little people: Mabel and Miles. Ever since weโd told them they were going to be the flower girl and flower boy at the wedding, their excitement had reached a whole new level. They were taking their roles very seriously, perhaps even more seriously than Lydia and I were taking the rest of the wedding planning.This morning, the focus was on their outfits. Lydia and I had arranged for a tailor to come to the house to ensure everything fit perfectly. Mabel was already dressed in a soft pink dress with layers of tulle that made her look like a little princess. She twirled in front of the mirror, her curls bouncing with every spin.โDo you think I need a tiara, Daddy?โ she asked, her big brown eyes wide with sincerity.I crouched down to her level, brushing a stray curl from her face. โI think youโre perfect just the way you are, sweetheart. But if you really want a tiara, we can look for one.โMabel c
(Lydia)The morning sun streamed through the windows as I parked outside Rubyโs boutique. My heart fluttered with a mix of nerves and excitement. In just two weeks, I would be walking down the aisle to marry Thomas, the man who had stood by me through everything. But today, all I could think about was my first fitting for the wedding dress Ruby had been tirelessly designing.As I stepped into the boutique, the soft chime of the bell announced my arrival. Ruby appeared from the back room, her face lighting up with a smile that instantly put me at ease.โYouโre here!โ she said, walking over to hug me. โIโve been waiting for this all week.โโIโve been counting down the days,โ I admitted, hugging her back. โIโm nervous, though. What if the dress doesnโt feel right? What if-โRuby placed her hands on my shoulders, her expression firm but kind. โStop right there. This dress is going to be perfect because itโs made for you, by me. Trust me, Lydia.โI took a deep breath and nodded. โOkay. I t
(Lydia)The sunlight poured down as I stepped out of the car, grocery list in hand. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasnโt looking over my shoulder or scanning the parking lot for anything suspicious. Ben, my personal bodyguard, walked a few paces behind me, his presence a quiet reassurance. But today, I didnโt feel like I needed him as much as I had in the past.The air felt lighter, and so did I. It was as if the dark cloud that had loomed over my life for so long had finally dissipated. Nathan was gone, Lucien was behind bars, and the world was moving on. So was I.Inside the grocery store, I grabbed a cart and started down the aisles. It felt good to do something as ordinary as picking out apples and comparing cereal brands. For so long, Iโd avoided public places, afraid of the whispers and stares. But today, there were none. People walked past me, absorbed in their own lives, and it was blissfully normal.I paused by the bakery section, tempted by the scent of fre
(Lydia)The sleek glass doors of the event management company slid open, and Thomas and I stepped inside. The lobby was stunning, a perfect balance of elegance and modernity. Polished marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of chandelier lights, and a gentle floral scent wafted through the air. A cheerful receptionist greeted us, offering sparkling water while we waited for our meeting.Thomas leaned toward me, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. โThis place screams โperfect wedding,โ doesnโt it?โI smiled, squeezing his arm. โLetโs see if they can live up to the hype.โIt was Margaret who had given us the name of this event management company after making her calls and asking around for suggestions. And as far as I could tell, the place looked like the sort of company I would have chosen for myself.Moments later, a tall, impeccably dressed man approached us with a wide smile. His tailored navy suit and silk pocket square spoke volumes about his attention to detail.