(Lydia)The doorbell rang. Ruby got up to get the door. Upstairs, Mama was tucking Mabel and Miles into bed. Tomorrow was a Saturday, but we had strict bedtime rules for the children.“I’ll get it,” I said to Ruby, wiping off my face and heading for the door. I had been crying constantly for the past two days.It was so difficult to find strength right now. It felt as though the whole world was a strange illusion and I was walking around in it, unable to make any real sense of anything.Thomas was getting married tomorrow. I did not want to face it.But when I opened the door, I found that I was facing him instead.I was startled and stared in shock.And maybe just a hint of delight?Thomas was swaying on my curb. He reeked of alcohol.What was he doing here now?I did not know whether to let him inside or not.“Lydia,” he said, “I can’t …”He looked as though he was going to faint. In all honesty, I felt that way too.“Come in,” I said, making way for him.He clambered inside and gri
(Sarah)I had been ringing Thomas all night. At one point, he had switched off his phone. The audacity!Well, I said to myself as I rubbed in my hydrating lotion, it’s only going to be for one more night.After today, he will be mine forever. It was the happiest day of my life! I leapt out of bed. The sun had only just begun to climb and it cast a gentle golden hue over my beautiful white wedding dress.I gazed at it adoringly. I would wear this dress and then Thomas would take me home. I did not think that he was in the mood for a honeymoon right this very minute but I intended to take good care of that! I would make him fulfill his promise of taking me to Europe and then to Thailand.After all, I had waited three years for this day. I expected to be recompensed!His home, I thought to myself. It would have none of those hospital-like white and crystal décor anymore. Away with them! I would color it light green and silver. I could not wait.I pulled out my phone, meaning to check the
(Adam)I picked up two vanilla cream lattes, Lydia’s favorite, and a box of donuts. I was going to her house. I wanted to spend today with Lydia because I knew how devastated she would be. It was the day of Thomas’s wedding. I had planned to take her and the kids to National Park and in the evening we could all watch a movie. The theaters were playing a new animated children’s film that I thought Mabel and Miles would love.Honestly, I didn’t even care much about the plan. What mattered was that I kept Lydia distracted today. I would not let her whine and whimper alone at home while her ex-husband married that charlatan of a woman.But when I arrived at Lydia’s house, I was surprised to find a third car parked outside. Who was here so early in the morning?I frowned, shut the car door behind me, and walked up to the main door.I rang the doorbell and Ruby opened it. I immediately heard the sounds of a woman wailing from somewhere on the right of the house.“Lydia?” I gasped, baffled.
(Thomas)A podium stood at the front of the room with a microphone stationed ready on top. It bore the emblem of Lombardi Construction Co., a long L, a rectangular O with a similar, fading B, A, R, D, and I next to it. Behind it, the M stretched out, demonstrating the mountainous terrain of Colorado.Row of chairs stood before it. On them sat media personnel, journalists, and reporters – all with their set of notepads and recording devices. A few cameras stood on tripod stands in the back.The room was abuzz with anticipation.As I entered, the cameras began to click shut, signaling that the press conference had begun.I leaned into the microphone and grinned.“Good morning, everyone,” I said.The room murmured a dim reply.“You all might be wondering,” I said, “Why did I called you all here in this room rather than outside the church or at my wedding venue?“Well, I’m here to announce to you all today that due to some unfortunate incidents, Miss Winchester and I have decided to call
(Lydia)I looked coldly at him. “What is it, Lydia?” he desperately asked.“What did you think you were doing,” I asked, “bringing my children up in front of the media?”Thomas looked at me, baffled, for a second.“Our children,” he insisted, “And what did I say that was wrong?!”I stepped up closer. “Do you realize, Mr. Lombardi,” I seethed, “How hard I have worked to ensure that they are brought up in a peaceful and drama-free environment?! I have wanted to shield them from this awful vortex of gossip and drama that is a definite part of your world!”“Lydia, they are my heir and heiress,” he said softly, “I want the whole world to know that. And I don’t think that there is anything wrong with clarifying this to the public.”“It is wrong!” I shrieked, “Do you not understand how they would feel if the paparazzi followed them around everywhere? For them to grow up being featured in gossip columns?! I may have borne all of that as your wife but I will never – NEVER – allow my children
(Sarah)Adam, that vicious viper of a man! And who did that Vanessa woman think she was, leaking out my secrets after I had paid her a million dollars for it?! Argh!I picked up a bottle of perfume from my dresser and hurled it at the wall, panting in rage. The glass shattered into a hundred pieces and the liquid splashed against the wall, leaving an ugly mark in its wake. The smell permeated the room.I screeched loudly, not knowing what to do. My phone began to ring. I let it. One by one, I picked up everything that was on my dresser – ointments, lotions, perfumes, and make up and threw them into every corner of the room. One of the bottles hit my ceramic bedside lamp and it fell down on the floor with a crash.My phone was still ringing and chiming.I walked up to my wedding dress, which was wrapped around a tall wooden frame and swung it down on the floor.Ding. Ding. Ding.My phone rang and vibrated. I stopped for a second. Was Thomas reaching out to me?I ran across the bedroom
(Lydia)“Well, how does it look?” I asked, walking into the living room. My cat heels clicked the marble floor. I twirled around in my dress. From the sofa at the center of the living room, Ruby’s jaw dropped.“Lyddie, you look so beautiful!” she exclaimed with a clap.“Thank you,” I said, blushing.I had selected an off-shoulder silver evening dress with an asymmetrical floral running down from one shoulder to under my other arm. I had tied my hair into a loose bun and picked some glittering hair clips.My hands and feet were manicured and nails painted over. Earlier this afternoon, Ruby had insisted that I go to the salon. I had left reluctantly and complained but when I had returned, I had laughed.Ruby had replaced wedding cans with glittering canvas flowers on pieces of strings to the back of my car. She had completed the décor with a sign.“What do you think?” she had asked me.“It’s too cheesy!” I had exclaimed, an ear to ear smile spread across my face.“Good!” Ruby had replie
(Thomas)As I swiveled the steering wheel to one side and braced Lydia with one hand, It all came flooding back to me.The crash.It had been louder than this one, but it still bore a stark similarity.And as I passed out, I began to remember.***The first time I caught sight of her was in a marketing class. She was an exceptionally bright student and her face radiated her intellect and playful joy. She was the curious type, always eager to learn – and gregarious. The professors loved that she debated with them. I did, too. I had always admired opinionated women.And then, she had rescued Jack and I while we were cheating on a test.“Those were my flashcards,” she had told the instructor.And, since then, I had been on her tail.“Go out with me!” I had exclaimed. She had jumped and then clutched her chest. “Sheesh, Thomas, you scared me!”I had showed up outside her dormitory, clutching flowers. “Please, give me a chance!” I had said. She had chuckled and hurried off to a class.“Go
(Lydia)By the time I reached Ruby’s apartment, I could hardly breathe. My legs burned from climbing the stairs two at a time, but I didn’t care. My mind was racing, filled with every worst-case scenario I could imagine. Ruby’s phone going unanswered and her not showing up at the mansion had sent my thoughts spiraling into dark territory.I pounded on her door, my fist landing hard against the wood.“Ruby? Open up! It’s me!”The hallway was eerily silent, my frantic knocks echoing off the walls. I pressed my ear to the door, hoping to catch even the faintest sound of movement inside.“Ruby, please! Are you okay?”The seconds stretched unbearably. Then, finally, I heard the muffled shuffle of footsteps. Relief surged through me, but it was fleeting.The door opened just a crack, and Ruby appeared, peeking through the gap. Her face was calm, but her eyes held a flicker of something…annoyance? Discomfort?“Lydia,” she said, her voice carefully even, “What are you doing here?”I pushed th
(Lydia)I spent the car ride back home in relative silence, my thoughts consumed by everything that had happened in the past few months. The whirlwind of Nathan’s threats, Jack’s complicated relationship with Ruby, and Mama’s illness. It felt like I was constantly running a marathon with no finish line in sight.Now, as I crossed the threshold into the house, a surge of relief washed over me. At least for a few hours, I could breathe.My speech in the Assembly Hall had been well-received and I was grateful for that. What I had done was a long time coming because I had been worried about Mabel and Miles’ school for quite some time. Ever since they came home one day and told me what the kids were talking about, I had a thought in the back of my mind that this was going to be a problem moving forwards. And it was.Well, I hope all of that was settled now. As I walked into the living room, I saw Mama sitting in a recliner, bundled in a blanket despite the warmth of the room.“Back alread
(Ruby)I left the boutique in the afternoon to go to my apartment. I had some chores to do and I knew the apartment was probably a mess. When I reached there, I immediately started to do laundry. It took time, but I got it done just in time.As I folded the last of the laundry, I couldn’t help but think about what to eat since I’d planned to grab a quick bite before heading to the mansion to look after Mama. One of my workers was closing the boutique for me today, a rare reprieve I desperately needed. I had just gathered my things when a knock at the door startled me. I paused, glancing at the clock. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Peering through the peephole, I saw nothing but the empty corridor. My first thought was that it might be another bouquet. Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the door. What I saw made me gasp so loudly I nearly dropped my bag. “Jack!” He was on his knees, his face pale and sweaty, twisted in pain. Blood stained his shirt and pants, and his han
(Jack)The tension had been building inside me all morning, a storm of frustration and unanswered questions I couldn’t shake. Thomas’s decision to meet with Nathan still gnawed at me. It wasn’t just the secrecy of it, though that alone was bad enough, it was the recklessness. The risk. But as much as that boiled my blood, there was another matter weighing heavily on my mind, and this one had a name: Marco.By midday, I’d had enough. I wasn’t going to get anything productive done sitting in my office, stewing over things I couldn’t control. I grabbed my jacket, told my assistant I’d be out for the rest of the day, and headed for Amanda’s apartment. If anyone could give me answers about Marco, it was her. When I reached her apartment, Amanda opened the door, her eyes widening slightly in surprise as she asked, “Jack? What are you doing here?” “We need to talk,” I said, stepping inside before she could protest. She frowned but didn’t argue, closing the door behind me. Her apartme
(Ruby)The boutique was quiet that morning, the kind of peaceful hum that made it easy to focus. I was in the back office, hunched over my sketchbook, refining designs for a new collection. My desk was strewn with fabric swatches, colored pencils, and notes scribbled on sticky pads. A rich emerald green satin caught my eye, and I reached for it, envisioning how it could drape into a gown. The chime of the boutique’s door opening filtered through the walls, followed by the light footsteps of customers browsing. I barely looked up, trusting my small but capable team to handle the sales floor. “Ruby,” Mia, one of my new hires, called from the doorway. She was a petite girl with a shy smile who had started just a week ago. I glanced up, pushing my hair back from my face, “What’s up?” “There’s a man asking to see you,” she said, shifting nervously, “He’s...um...he looks important.” I frowned, setting my pencil down. Important? My mind immediately went to Adam. Maybe he was here t
(Lydia)I stretched my arms, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. The sun was peeking through the horizon and today was the day where I would be taking a stand in front of all the parents. I shoved thoughts of Clara and her cryptic messages aside. That mystery could wait. My focus now was on standing up for myself and my children against the parents who had dared to insult us in such a vile way.Mabel and Miles were already awake, their chatter filling the house as they got dressed for school. It was good to see them so excited about returning to class. Their enthusiasm fueled my resolve. I joined them in the kitchen, ensuring their breakfast was hearty enough to carry them through their day.Thomas came down just as the kids were finishing up. He looked slightly more rested than he had the previous evening, though his demeanor was still a little distant. As he grabbed his coffee, I walked over to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Good luck at work,” I murmured, my hand brush
(Lydia)The clock on the wall ticked steadily, its sound the only companion to my restless pacing in the living room. I glanced at the door for what felt like the hundredth time, waiting for Thomas to come home. My meeting with the principal had gone better than expected, or at least, I had managed to secure a proper confrontation with the other parents. But the weight of it, the anger I’d felt earlier, was still coiled tightly inside me, waiting to be shared. Finally, the sound of keys jingling at the door broke my train of thought. Thomas stepped in, his tie loosened, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His shoulders sagged, and there was a faint crease between his brows, the kind that appeared only when he was genuinely stressed. "Hey," I greeted softly, walking over to him, “Rough day?”He nodded, offering me a tired smile as he leaned down to kiss my cheek, “Just one of those days. Work’s a mess right now.”I wanted to press him for more, but the lines on his face told
(Thomas)Standing by the massive floor-to-ceiling window in my office, I watched the city skyline, its usual vibrancy dulled by the fog in my mind. The weight of what I was about to do settled heavily on my chest, but I couldn’t back down now. Nathan’s trial loomed on the horizon, and his request to meet one last time echoed in my thoughts. There was no way to shake the feeling that this meeting might hold the key to something vital, even if it came at a personal cost.I picked up my phone and scrolled to Aiden’s number. He answered on the second ring, his voice as sharp and precise as ever.“Thomas,” he said, “I assume this is about Nathan.”“It is,” I replied, my tone flat but resolute, “I’ve decided to meet him.”There was a pause on the line, long enough to make me think he might object outright. Finally, Aiden sighed, “You’re sure about this? You understand what you’re walking into.”“I’m sure,” I said, “But I want to make something absolutely clear. This meeting stays between u
(Lydia)Walking into the principal’s office, my hands felt unusually steady. The incident from a week ago rang in my mind, those mothers standing in front of the school, blocking my way, their condescending smirks and venomous words spilling out like poison in front of my children. I had been humiliated, sure, but more than that, I was enraged. Not because they had said those things to me, but because Mabel and Miles had heard every single word. It wasn’t just me they had attacked, it was my family, my children. And no one, not even a clique of overzealous parents with too much time on their hands, was going to make my children feel unworthy or unsafe.The principal’s office was predictably neat and orderly, the faint smell of coffee lingering in the air. She was a woman in her late fifties with kind but firm eyes and she greeted me with a professional smile when I entered.“Ms. Lydia, please have a seat,” she said, gesturing toward the chair opposite her desk.I sat, straight-backed