(Lydia)It was late, and the house was quiet as I waited for the right moment. I’d spent hours going back and forth, letting Mama’s advice sink in, hoping to find a way to approach Thomas about the ring. I knew we had to talk about it, about what he’d wanted to do before everything went sideways. I couldn’t ignore it anymore. The air between us was thick with things unsaid, moments I wanted back but couldn’t reclaim without stepping forward.Thomas was sitting in his home office, the light casting shadows over his face, making him look even more worn than usual. I knocked lightly, hoping he’d sense the calm resolve I’d finally gathered.“Hey,” I said softly as I stepped inside.He glanced up, offering a tired but genuine smile, “Hey, my love.”I felt a pang as I looked at him, the lines of exhaustion etched deeply into his face. He looked as though he’d barely slept in days, his skin a little paler, his eyes unfocused. This was my chance, but I knew I had to tread gently.“Thomas…do y
(Lydia)Restlessness had seeped into my bones, the kind that made staying inside the mansion feel unbearable. I’d tried reading, cleaning, and even meditating, but nothing could quiet the constant buzzing in my mind. I needed to get out, to feel the crisp evening air against my skin, to escape the walls that felt like they were closing in more and more lately.So, after a bit of convincing, I grabbed my coat and decided to make a trip to the grocery store. It wasn’t far, just a short drive down the road, and I hadn’t been out alone in weeks. Just a simple errand, nothing more. A trip that would, hopefully, make me feel grounded again.The two bodyguards were insistent on coming, even if they tried to keep a respectful distance. They were dressed in civilian clothes, at least one concession that let me blend in a little better. I hadn’t minded the guards at first, grateful for the added security, but tonight, they felt like a reminder of all that had happened, of the lingering tension
(Lydia)As I stepped through the door of the mansion, my heart raced with a strange mixture of excitement and anxiety. I had just learned that my movie had premiered and was receiving critical acclaim, with my performance being highlighted as the best of the year. It was a thrilling moment, but I could feel the weight of everything hanging over my head as I anticipated Thomas’s reaction. Would he be proud? Would he see it as a reminder of my tumultuous past with Nathan? The house was quiet, the kind of stillness that felt heavy, like a blanket suffocating me in its silence. I took a moment to collect myself before heading upstairs, the grocery bags rustling softly at my side. I busied myself with keeping everything back in its place.As the day went on, I got even more excited about telling Thomas the news and I wanted to wait until he got home. However, he went straight into his office when he came home. Even after the kids had been put to bed, I could see the faint glow of light
(Thomas)The mansion was unusually quiet when I returned from the office, the kind of silence that wrapped around me like a thick blanket, stifling yet oddly comforting. I made my way to the living room, the familiar sights of home welcoming me back. But I couldn’t shake the weight of everything that had been piling up on my shoulders, work, my own deteriorating mental health, and the uncertainty surrounding my family. As I settled into the armchair, the doorbell rang, jolting me from my thoughts. I opened the door to find Jack standing there, a look of determination on his face. “Hey, Thomas,” he said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him, “I don’t think I filled you in about what George said.”“Good. What did he say?” I gestured for him to take a seat, my curiosity piqued. “Marco,” Jack began, his tone serious, “He’s not just some random guy. George found out that he’s the heir to a European billionaire, someone with a lot of connections and a reputation for being invo
(Thomas)The morning sun streamed through the large windows of the mansion, casting a warm glow across the spacious living room. I stood by the window, looking out at the well-manicured gardens, my mind buzzing with excitement. Lydia's movie had just broken records for the opening week, and I knew it was time to celebrate in a way that showed her just how proud I was of her. I’d been mulling over this idea for a while now, and today felt like the perfect day to put my plan into action. I picked up my phone and shot a quick text to Jack: “Let’s plan a surprise party for Lydia at the mansion tonight. It’s a celebration of her movie success.” A moment later, my phone buzzed with his response: “Count me in.” That was a relief; I wanted this to be a family affair, a chance for all of us to come together, especially after everything we’d been through.Next, I reached out to Ruby, keeping it all under wraps. “Hey, Ruby, can you come by the mansion later? We have something to celebrate.” I
(Lydia)The night had been nothing short of magical. I lay in bed beside Thomas, still feeling the buzz from the evening. They had all managed to surprise me, Jack, Ruby, Mama, and even Margaret. The kids had also gotten so excited, immediately catching onto the surprise. I couldn’t believe it, and I was still amazed by the love and support from everyone in that room. The party had been a celebration of the movie, of course, but it had turned into something so much bigger, something that had reminded me just how lucky I was.The moment I’d walked into the room and seen the decorations, my heart had skipped a beat. The balloons, the lights, the cake, all of it had been so thoughtfully planned, and seeing Thomas there, beaming with pride, had made my heart swell. It wasn’t just the success of the movie that made tonight so special; it was seeing everyone come together, the laughter, the joy, the kids running around with chocolate-covered fingers, Mama beaming at me, Ruby giving me a te
(Margaret)The idea of calling Ruby had gnawed at me for days. I knew she wouldn’t be eager to see me, not after everything that had happened, but I couldn’t ignore the guilt twisting inside me. I had wronged her, more times than I could count, and now it was time to make amends. Whether Ruby would accept or dismiss my apology was beyond my control, but I had to try.The phone call had been brief and awkward. She’d agreed to meet me at a café, her voice cautious and distant. That familiar pang of regret tugged at me, but this was why I was so willing to meet her. I didn’t want these regrets any more.As I arrived at the café, I spotted Ruby almost immediately. She was seated by the window, her expression impassive as she stared out into the street. She’d always had that graceful, poised air about her, a quiet strength. She wore it even now, like a shield.Taking a deep breath, I walked over to her table. She looked up as I approached, her gaze steady, unreadable. I noticed how her sho
(Adeline)The hospital was alive with its usual buzz of people, nurses moving swiftly, doctors in their crisp white coats consulting charts, and patients of all ages passing through hallways in various stages of recovery and hope. Yet amidst all the movement, I felt calm. It was the kind of calm that one finds after a long, silent conversation with oneself.Lydia held my hand tightly as we sat in the waiting area, her fingers wrapped warmly around mine. She didn’t say much, but I could feel her tension, her mind likely racing with all the questions she hadn’t yet asked. In that moment, I couldn’t help but think of the roles we’d assumed over the years. It used to be my job to hold her hand, to keep her safe, to answer all her questions. Now, here she was, playing that role for me.Dr. Roberts stepped into the waiting room and called my name with a gentle smile. Lydia and I stood up together, exchanging a quick glance of reassurance, and followed him into his office. Once inside, he
(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 “Look at me!” filled the room, and I couldn’t 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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t 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.“You doing okay?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.I nodded, though my reflection betrayed me. “Just...a lot to process.”Jack 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 Mama’s 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 Mama’s room because she didn’t want Thomas to get a glimpse of the wedding dress, not until the day of the wedding as I walked down the aisle.“Are you sure you don’t need a break?” I asked, holding out a cup of tea for her.Ruby looked up, her eyes tired but determined. “Not until this hem is perfect. You’re going to look stunning, Lydia. Just trust me.”“I do,” 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.“Is that where we’re going to walk with the flowers?” Mabel asked, pointing to the long stone pathway that led to the main garden.“It is,” I said, glancing at Lydia, who was smiling softly.“It’s so pretty!” 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.“Can you believe it’s almost here?” she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.I shook my head. “It feels surreal. But seeing this place again...it makes it all feel real.”T
(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.“Are we really going to put up with Margaret’s list of distant cousins and relatives we’ve never met?” I asked, my voice low but pointed.Thomas sighed and set his phone down. “You know how mother is. She thinks a wedding is a chance to show off family connections.”“Well, it’s not her wedding,” I said firmly. “It’s ours, and I want it to feel personal, not like some society gala.”Thomas reached over and squeezed my hand. “I agree with you. But let’s try to handle this delicately. You know how she can get.”Before 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 we’d 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.“Do you think I need a tiara, Daddy?” she asked, her big brown eyes wide with sincerity.I crouched down to her level, brushing a stray curl from her face. “I think you’re perfect just the way you are, sweetheart. But if you really want a tiara, we can look for one.”Mabel c
(Lydia)The morning sun streamed through the windows as I parked outside Ruby’s 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.“You’re here!” she said, walking over to hug me. “I’ve been waiting for this all week.”“I’ve been counting down the days,” I admitted, hugging her back. “I’m nervous, though. What if the dress doesn’t feel right? What if-”Ruby placed her hands on my shoulders, her expression firm but kind. “Stop right there. This dress is going to be perfect because it’s made for you, by me. Trust me, Lydia.”I took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay. 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t 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, I’d 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. “This place screams ‘perfect wedding,’ doesn’t it?”I smiled, squeezing his arm. “Let’s see if they can live up to the hype.”It 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.