(Jack)I stared at the tumbler of whiskey on my desk, its amber liquid catching the dim light of my office. I’d poured it half an hour ago but hadn’t taken a single sip. The weight of what I needed to do pressed down on me like a lead jacket, suffocating and unrelenting.Ruby.Her name alone conjured a thousand memories, some warm, others sharp, all of them tangled in the complicated web we’d spun over the timeline of our relationship. She’d moved on, or at least she was trying to. And here I was, about to drag her back into a mess she didn’t deserve to be in.The truth about Jean Dupont, or rather, Marco, was a truth I’d been holding onto ever since I saw them at that hotel. Every instinct I had screamed to protect Ruby, to shield her from the man I knew was dangerous. But every day I kept silent felt like a betrayal.How would she look at me when I finally told her? Would there be anger, disappointment, hurt? All of the above?I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled sharply, pushin
(Jack)I stood in front of Marco, my fists clenched at my sides. We were in an empty alley behind a posh restaurant, the kind of place where people came to forget about the rest of the world. The sharp chill of the evening air cut through my jacket, but I hardly noticed. My focus was entirely on Marco, standing just a few feet in front of me, the look on his face a mask of casual amusement.I had cornered him at the restaurant and called him out here to talk about what he was doing lately.I hated him. I hated that he had wormed his way into Ruby’s life, spinning his web and pretending to be something he wasn’t. I hated that I hadn’t put a stop to it sooner, and now I was standing here, trying to keep her safe from a man who wasn’t what he seemed.“You’re out of your depth, Jack,” Marco said, his voice smooth like silk, but with a layer of something darker underneath. He was looking at me like I was an insignificant annoyance, and I could feel the contempt radiating off him.I took a
(Jack)The moment I stepped into Thomas’s office, I could tell something was off. There was a heaviness in the air, the kind that hangs over you when you know something’s wrong but can’t quite put your finger on it. Thomas was sitting at his desk, his back to the door, staring at a stack of papers like they were the last thing on earth that mattered. His usual composure, the one I’d always admired, seemed to have faltered.I closed the door quietly behind me, but Thomas didn’t acknowledge my presence at first. It was as if he was lost in his thoughts, consumed by whatever battle was raging inside his head. I waited for a moment, watching him, before I finally spoke up.“Thomas, we need to talk.”At the sound of my voice, he straightened slightly, as if the words snapped him out of his trance. He turned in his chair, his eyes meeting mine. There was something in them, a weariness, a kind of frustration, that made me hesitate. Whatever was going on, I had a feeling I wasn’t going to lik
(Lydia)I sat at the kitchen counter, absentmindedly stirring the mug of coffee in front of me. The steam rose, curling in delicate tendrils, but I hardly noticed. My mind was elsewhere. It was on Thomas. He had come home late last night, distant, almost cold. The moment I looked at him, I knew something was wrong. He wasn’t telling me everything, and I could feel the weight of his silence pressing on me.I had tried to brush it off, tried to go on as if everything were normal. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t. There was something he was hiding from me. I could feel it in the air, a tension that lingered between us like an unspoken word, heavy and suffocating.The thing that bothered me the most was Clara. After everything that had happened with Lucien, I had been trying to reach her. I’d called the number she had given me, but it had been turned off. Each time I dialed, my stomach churned, a sense of dread creeping over me. Why was she suddenly unreachable?I couldn’t wait any longer.
(Thomas)The night had settled in around us like a heavy blanket, its stillness stretching between us as we lay in bed. I stared at the ceiling, the dim light from the bedside lamp casting faint shadows on the walls. Lydia had turned on her side, her back to me, her breathing steady, though I could feel the weight of everything that had happened today. The silence between us was thick with things unsaid. It was a quiet that spoke volumes, one that said we were both hurting, both scared, and yet neither of us had the words to bridge the gap between us.I had told her about Lucien, about his threat, about the impossible position I was in. But there was still more. So much more. My chest felt tight, a pressure building inside me, and I knew there was something else I had to tell her. Something I couldn’t keep hidden any longer. I couldn’t pretend that everything was okay when it wasn’t.I rolled over, propping myself up on my elbow, watching the rise and fall of Lydia’s back as she breat
(Lydia)The weight of everything that had happened in the past few days settled into my bones. It felt like I’d been walking in the dark for so long, fumbling and trying to make sense of what was going on around me. But now, at least, I had the pieces. I had the truth, and while it wasn’t easy to swallow, it gave me something to work with. It gave me clarity.Thomas had finally told me about his meeting with Nathan, about the drug charges, and about Lucien’s demands. I could see the guilt in his eyes, the regret for even entertaining Nathan’s proposal, but I also saw something else. A helplessness. It was like he was stuck, like he didn’t know which direction to turn. And as much as I hated the situation, I could understand why.But now that I had the full picture, it was time to come up with a plan. A way to satisfy everyone, Lucien, Nathan, and most importantly, us. I couldn’t let Nathan win, and I couldn’t let Lucien destroy everything we had. There had to be a way to end this with
(Thomas)I sat in the office, the weight of the decision pressing down on me, suffocating me. The air felt thick, and my mind was racing in a thousand directions. Lydia’s plan, it was risky, it was dangerous, and part of me still wanted to scream that it was wrong. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it might be our only option.I couldn’t do this alone. I needed to talk to someone who knew how to think through the chaos and could bring some clarity to the mess in my head. That person was George.I picked up the phone, dialing his number, and waited as it rang. George was always a voice of reason, even when things felt like they were spiraling out of control. I needed that right now.“Thomas,” George answered after the second ring. His voice was calm, steady. Always steady.“George, we need to talk,” I said, my voice tight, betraying the turmoil inside me. “About Lydia’s plan.”I could almost hear him exhale on the other end of the line. “I figured this was comi
(Thomas)The weight of the decision still felt heavy on my chest as I walked into the living room where Lydia was sitting. I had spent the better part of the last hour pacing, weighing the consequences of everything, trying to make sense of the mess that had become our lives. But George had been right: this was our best option. We had to make it work, even if it meant taking a step into the dark.Lydia looked up when I entered, her eyes filled with quiet anticipation. She knew the conversation was coming, but I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers twisted nervously around the edge of the blanket she had wrapped around her. I didn’t want to disappoint her, but I also didn’t want to give her false hope. The plan we were considering wasn’t without its risks.I sat down beside her on the couch, leaning back slightly to find the right words. My thoughts were still swirling, but I knew I had to say something, to let her know where my head was at.“I’ve been thinking
(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.