(Thomas)Mother’s eyes widened for a second. Then, she regained her composure and set her iPad aside. She removed her spectacles and raised her brows.“And why is that?” she asked.I was still overcome with emotion. “That woman is indecent, rude, and tacky. She is in no way fit to be my wife!” I exclaimed all in one breath. I was panting.Mother looked quizzically at me. “And what about the child?” she asked.“I’ll raise it!” I declared.My heart was pounding. I was overwhelmed. But this had to be done.Mother got up from her seat. She slowly turned her figure.“I know,” she grimaced, “That you have feelings for Lydia, my son. But there is absolutely no way that I will allow this to happen.”I gazed at her, stunned. “What?--”“Our shares are dropping every day,” she said, “The board has called a meeting.”Mother looked up at me and stepped forward.“I understand how you feel, my child,” she murmured, “And, if I’m speaking the truth, I no longer have any particular affinity towards Sar
(Sarah)I did not want to look fat, even if that meant putting off wearing the cushioned band that I had bought for myself. Surprisingly, it had been Lydia’s theater where I had picked it up. And that is what had given me the idea. Actors pretend to be all sorts of things. Why couldn’t I pretend to be pregnant?It would get rid of that awful Lydia. It would get me the man of my dreams.The man of my dreams. I smiled as I looked into the mirror.Thomas may not have feelings for me at this time – he had rushed out of my house yesterday – but I knew that he was a man of honor. He would not let me have a child outside of wedlock.So I had patiently endured his rude behavior. After all, he would have no choice but to come back to me!I tucked away the ultrasound reports back into their original files. Both folders lay on the table before me: one, now empty and one now full. The former said, “Sarah Winchester” –me! And the latter … it said Rebecca Waters.Rebecca had charged me a hefty sum
(Thomas)I’ve been trying to figure out how to bring the shares back up. But … Mother was right. Public perception was affecting our stock prices. And as stocks went down, so did sales. I called a meeting with the directors. We spent the whole day in the conference room, going over every conceivable plan that could improve this situation.I wanted to get this done before I went into my office and reviewed all of the paperwork. A part of me did not know whether this was a good decision or not. I was trying to put on a brave face but, inside, I felt incredibly swayed.It was taxing for me to keep myself together right now.I would not even have come to work if the situation had not already gone so far out of hand.But I was not going to go down without a fight. I decided to revitalize our marketing efforts: we had gotten a bad reputation. And good marketing would fix that. But, at the same time, I understood that whatever money and effort I put into marketing right now I could potential
(Adam)The jukebox blasted a trending hip hop song that reverberated through the walls. The bass reached all the way to the door. I pushed it and went inside. This was nice.The bar was loud and crowded. It took me a second to find them. I glanced around the tables left and right until I saw Monica waving her hand at me over the table.My old friends from medical school, Monica, Jacob, Matthew, and Vanessa were here. Matthew had proposed to Vanessa a week ago and they were planning to leave for Los Angeles in the morning, where Matthew had gotten a new job. The group had gathered here today to bid them farewell.I had reconnected with Vanessa by chance at the hospital during Mabel’s visits and she had invited me over here for drinks today.“Hey!” said Matthew, “Get in here, mate!”. He got up, hugged me, and thumped me on the back. I laughed and I shook his hand.“It’s been so long since we last saw you!” said Vanessa.I chuckled. “Well, I’m here now!” I shrugged.I dragged a chair up
(Thomas)Two days had already gone by and I had only met with four potential investors and secured a deal with one of them. While the alliance had boosted our shares up by five percent over the past two days, I still had twenty percent to cover. And only two days left.I was swamped with meetings and work. In fact, I had spent the last three days at the office. I was very disheveled and disorganized with papers splashed across my large wooden desk as I finished my pack of cigarettes for the day when Jack walked in.“You have got to leave this office, man!” he said, looking around. He was right. The whole place looked like a mess.But how could I leave this office until I had figured out how to solve my problem! This was my only shot at fixing things.I shook my head at Jack. He sat down. “I know you're upset,” he said, “But it’s going to be alright. I’m here and ready to offer whatever help that you might need, okay?”“Thanks, man,” I said. I handed him some files, “Please go over the
(Lydia)I did not know what to do. Everywhere I looked, there was news of Thomas and Sarah’s upcoming wedding. And, if I was being completely honest, it devastated me. I had told Thomas that I would not be with him for as long as he was still engaged to Sarah. I had bridled my hopes, but could not deny their presence.I had still wished that he would come back to me. And I hated myself for it.I sighed and put my phone down after watching yet another video of Sarah’s interview to a news reporter. She was beaming. She was so incredibly happy.“Hey,” said Ruby, stepping in through the door. She shut it gently behind her.“How are you doing?” she asked me.“I’m okay,” I said, holding back my tears. But Ruby could see through it all. She sat down beside me, took my hand into hers, and squeezed.“I’m here for you,” she said.And that was all that it took for me to break down.“I just—I just thought that he would choose me, Ruby,” I sobbed, looking at her through my streaming eyes, “I reall
(Lydia)It appeared as though I was losing everything --- the man that I loved as well as my career.I slumped into Ruby’s arms after I told her. But she was surprisingly calm about this whole thing. Evidently, so was Mama.“Hey,” said Ruby, hugging me tight, “You can’t win at everything, Lydia. Sometimes, things just don’t go as you plan.”“You need to extend some grace towards yourself, my child,” said Mama, “You’ve been through a very difficult time. It was normal for you to feel low and exhausted after having dealt with such difficult circumstances and emotions. Be kind to yourself. You’re doing better than you think you are!”I wept and whimpered. Perhaps, I was letting out all the pain that I was feeling at the news of Thomas’s wedding. It was in three days. And, maybe, if that had not been the case, losing this play wouldn’t have meant so much to me.But I had wanted to focus on my life and my accomplishments now. And, just as I had started to pick myself back up, this bomb had
(Lydia)I sat down in my seat and took a deep breath. In a few minutes, the curtains would be pulled back. And then, I would watch as what I had created sprang into life.And I would watch my children – my very own Mabel and Miles – participate in it!This was it.I wanted to record the whole event. I bent down, unclasped the purse at my feet, and fished out my phone. On the other side of the auditorium, I caught sight of Ruby holding up a camera.“Ah, well,” I thought, “That’s taken care of!”I felt someone sitting next to me. They must have come in while I was looking the other way.When I turned my head, I froze. It was Thomas!But Thomas was looking straight ahead. I doubted that he had seen me. I looked closer. Despite his outwardly crisp appearance, Thomas was disheveled somehow -- perturbed. He was lost deep in thought and looked as though he hadn’t slept in days.He felt my gaze and turned towards me. I blushed. I had not meant to be rude.“I’m sorry,” I murmured hastily, turn
(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.