~CharlotteAs Eleanor's words echoed in my ears, my mind whirled like a cyclone, threatening to tear me apart. My stomach churned, my chest constricted, and all I could do was stare in disbelief.No. It couldn't be true. Eleanor was a liar, a schemer, a manipulator. Why would I believe anything she said?But...what if it was true? What if the child she carried was Adam's?The thought sent a shiver down my spine, a cold, sinking dread that made my legs buckle beneath me.The salty air stung my eyes as I fled, the rhythmic roar of the waves crashing against the shore a brutal reminder of my turmoil. The white sand beneath my feet felt like quicksand, slowing my escape, trapping me in this nightmare."I can't lose him," I repeated, my voice ragged with panic. "I can't let Eleanor take him away from me."With every step, my heart pounded harder, the sound of my own footsteps echoing in my ears.I had to get away.I caught a glimpse of Adam in my rearview mirror, his face a mask of confusi
~AdamMy phone buzzed, Eleanor's name glowing on the screen like a warning sign. With a scowl, I answered, my voice tight with annoyance."Eleanor," I spat out. "What do you want?""Adam, please," she replied, her voice a practiced purr. "I'm calling because I need to explain...""Explain what?" I cut her off, my patience fraying. "That baby isn't mine. We both know that."A nervous laugh tinkled through the line."Oh, Adam," she cooed, the sweetness in her voice a jarring contrast to her words. "Can't we just...talk about this? Like adults?""There's nothing to talk about," I shot back, my voice rising with irritation. "You're just trying to stir up trouble. Why don't you leave me and my wife alone?""Your wife?" Eleanor scoffed. "She's gone, Adam. She doesn't want you anymore. Not with all this...mess."My hand clenched around the phone, anger and frustration surging through me."Look, Adam," Eleanor persisted, her voice hardening with determination. "I'm not going away. This baby i
~ Charlotte"Hello?""Hey, it's me again," the man from the accident said. "Can we meet up and talk about what happened? Maybe clear the air?""The way I treated you after our night together was wrong. You deserve better than that. I want to apologize, and I think it's important for us to clear the air.""I'm sorry, but I don't think that's a good idea," I said. "I'm not interested in seeing you again. Please, don't contact me again."With a sigh, I ended the call, the silence ringing in my ears like a deafening gong. The situation with Adam was already a mess, and this stranger was just adding more confusion to the mix.I buried my face in my hands, the tears falling like rain. Nothing made sense anymore. My life was falling apart, piece by piece.*******The sun rose like a balm on my weary soul, the rays filtering through my curtains with a golden warmth that seemed to dispel the shadows of yesterday. I felt lighter, as if the weight of my worries had been lifted, at least for a m
~Charlotte "Adam?" I called out, my voice echoing through the empty room. "Are you here?"I searched the room thoroughly, peeking behind the door and into the closet, but there was no sign of him. My heart sank as I realized he wasn't here.Dejected, I turned to leave the room, my footsteps heavy with disappointment.But just as I reached the door, I heard a familiar voice call out to me."Charlotte?" Adam's voice echoed through the hall.I looked up to face Adam, my heart thudding against my chest. But something was off. His usual easy smile was missing, his posture stiff and uncomfortable."Adam?" I asked, my voice small and hesitant. "What's wrong? Why do you look so worried?"He shifted from foot to foot, his eyes darting away from mine. "I, uh...I'm just a little stressed about work," he said, his words tumbling out in a rush. "How have you been?"His sudden change in demeanor set off alarm bells in my head. Something wasn't right.Without another word, Adam brushed past me, his
~AdamAs Charlotte's face crumpled in anguish, my own heart plummeted. "Baby, please," I pleaded with desperation. "Let me explain. I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't mean for any of this to happen."But my words fell on deaf ears. Charlotte's face twisted in rage, her voice cold and hard as ice."You cheated on me," she spat, her words a knife to my heart. "You lied to me, betrayed me, and now you expect me to believe you?"I should have known better," Charlotte snarled, her eyes blazing with fury. "I should have known you were nothing but a liar and a cheater. Well, you can have Eleanor. You deserve each other."She turned her back on me, storming into the bathroom to pack her things."Charlotte, please," I begged, desperation rising in my voice. "Give me a chance to explain. I made a mistake, a terrible mistake, but I love you.Just as Charlotte began shoving clothes into her suitcase, a small voice piped up from the doorway."Daddy?" Ephriam asked, "Daddy, can y
~AdamMy rage boiling over as I hurled insults into the empty air. "Eleanor is crazy," I snarled. "She's lost her damn mind. Get out of my house, you psycho bitch!"Slamming the phone to the ground, I marched towards her, my body trembling with fury. "You need to get the hell out of my house, Eleanor," I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "You're not welcome here.Eleanor smirked, her eyes glinting with malice. "I'm not going anywhere, Adam," she purred, her voice dripping with arrogance. "I'm here to stay, and I'm going to make sure you get married to me no matter what."My blood boiled at her words, my hands balling into fists at my sides. "I'll call the police," I snarled, my face contorted with rage. "I'll have you arrested for trespassing, for harassment.As I stood face to face with Eleanor, ready to explode with rage, a car screeched into the driveway, the sound piercing through the night air."Well, well, look who it is," a voice slurred, and I turned to see Dylan stumble ou
~Charlotte I walked into the dining room, my lips curved into a forced smile as I greeted the men at the table. "Good morning, Adam, Dylan, Albert," I said, my voice cheerful despite the storm raging inside me. "And hello to you too, Ephraim."The men chatted amicably, their words light and airy, but I didn't meet Adam's eyes. The rage and betrayal he had caused still burned hot within me, and I refused to let him see how much he had hurt me."Hey, don't be surprised if I start dating Charlotte again," Dylan smirked, the words dripping with malice. "I mean, Eleanor is carrying Adam's baby now, so I guess I'm free to do whatever I want."The air in the room grew heavy with tension, the atmosphere crackling with the unsaid.Albert, raised his hand, a warning in his gaze. "Enough, Dylan. Not now."Adam's eyes burned with rage, his jaw clenched tight.Suddenly, the sound of high heels clacking across the floor announced the arrival of Eleanor, the unmistakable sound echoing in the tense
~Charlotte A murmur rippled through the room as the man addressed me by my first name. Heads swiveled, glances shot my way, their eyes widening in surprise as they took in my expression."Mrs. Morgan?" the man next to him whispered, the note of disbelief in his voice betrayed by the weight of the title he uttered.He froze, realization dawning on his face as he took in the position of power I held within the company. He swallowed hard, composing himself with a practiced ease."Ah, Mrs.I stood there, rooted to the spot, my gaze locked with him. His eyes met mine, the shock and disbelief in them a mirror of my own.It was like a silent conversation, a dance of emotions conveyed in a single look. The tension in the room thickened, the seconds ticking by like minutes.Then, with a composed nod, the chief accountant broke the spell, gesturing to the chair next to me. "If you don't mind, Mrs. Morgan, shall we proceed with the meeting?"I lifted my chin, my voice firm and unwavering. "This
~CharlotteThe sunlight filtered weakly through the heavy drapes in the living room, but its warmth was no comfort to me. I sat on the couch, surrounded by tissues and with my phone clutched tightly in my hand. My eyes burned from crying, and my body ached from sitting in the same spot all night. I hadn’t slept; I hadn’t eaten. All I had done was dial Adam’s number over and over, praying for him to pick up. Each time it rang, my heart leaped, only for it to sink again when it went to voicemail. I had even called Jacques, his assistant, hoping he might have heard from Adam. But Jacques had said he was in a meeting and couldn’t step out. His voice had been calm, almost indifferent, but I could hear the slight edge of concern in his tone when I told him what had happened. “He hasn’t called you?” I had asked, my voice breaking. “No, ma’am,” Jacques had replied. “I’m sure everything is fine. Mr. Adam knows how to handle himself.” But what if this time he hadn’t? My sobs echoed th
~CharlotteIt had been six months since Adam and I got married, and every day felt like a dream I never wanted to wake up from. Today was no different. We had just finished our antenatal appointment, and everything was perfect. The doctor said the baby was growing beautifully. Adam was practically glowing with pride as he helped me out of the hospital. As soon as we got into the car, I leaned back with a smile, resting my hand on my belly. “The baby’s kicking,” I whispered, my voice full of awe. Adam's head whipped around, his eyes lighting up. “Really? Let me feel!” I placed his hand on my stomach, and his face broke into the most beautiful smile. “Hey, little one,” he said, leaning down and pressing his ear to my belly. I laughed. “What are you doing, Adam?” “I’m talking to my child,” he said, completely serious, then added in a playful tone, “Hey, baby, it’s me, your daddy. I just want you to know I’m already your favorite parent. Right?” I burst out laughing, unable to
~CharlotteThe bathroom was quiet except for the sound of water dripping from the showerhead. I sat on the cold tiled floor, knees drawn to my chest, my damp hair sticking to my skin as tears streamed down my face. A week had passed since the wedding—a wedding I had dreamed about for so long. Marrying Adam for real was everything I had ever wanted. But now, I couldn’t find the happiness I had imagined. The silence between us was suffocating.I wiped my face, but the tears kept coming. Adam hadn’t spoken to me beyond basic pleasantries since we exchanged vows. And worst of all, I hadn’t been able to bring myself to explain everything to him, to ask for his forgiveness. The words seemed to get caught in my throat every time I tried. I cursed Dylan and Eleanor under my breath, the two people who had managed to turn my life into a living nightmare. Dylan had promised peace, but he turned out to be the same fool he’d always been, dragging me down with his selfishness and lies.The water ha
~AdamThe murmurs filled the reception hall like an annoying buzz in my ears. Everywhere I looked, guests whispered behind their hands, their eyes darting between me and the altar. I clenched my fists, trying to rein in the rage still simmering inside me. My mouth stung, and I could taste blood from where Dylan’s fist had connected earlier. But he’d gotten the worse end of the deal—no question about that. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Charlotte walking toward me, her hands wringing nervously. Her face was pale, her makeup smudged from tears. I knew she wanted to explain. Hell, I wanted answers too, but I wasn’t ready to hear her excuses. “Adam…” Her voice was soft, hesitant, and it grated on my already frayed nerves. I didn’t look at her. I pulled out my phone instead, dialing the head of my security team. “Get this chaos under control,” I barked into the phone, my tone leaving no room for argument. “Have Dylan and Eleanor removed immediately. Take them to the warehou
~CharlotteThe silence in the room was deafening as the words “I object” hung in the air. My heart pounded, the rhythm erratic and loud enough to drown out the collective gasps of the guests. Slowly, all eyes turned towards the man walking up the aisle. My breath hitched when I saw who it was.Dylan.I gasped audibly, my hand flying to my mouth. Adam’s eyes widened in shock as he turned to face the unwelcome interruption. The tension in the air was so thick, it felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest.What was Dylan doing here? My mind raced as I tried to make sense of it. He was supposed to be on a flight to Spain for his business meeting. I had been so sure he was out of our lives for good, that we had found peace. But now, seeing him stride towards us with that smug smirk plastered on his face, I felt an icy dread seep into my veins.Adam and I exchanged a glance, his confusion mirroring my own. His jaw tightened as his grip on my hand faltered. The guests murmured am
~CharlotteThe golden rays of the morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of my bedroom, bathing everything in a soft, warm glow. Today was the day—the day I would walk down the aisle and become Mrs. Adam Morgan. I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at my reflection with a mix of anticipation and nerves. My heart thudded in my chest, the enormity of the day washing over me. Jasmine stood beside me, her nimble fingers adjusting the intricate lace of my veil. “Charlotte,” she said softly, her voice full of emotion. “You’re a vision. I’ve never seen you look so beautiful.” I smiled at her through the mirror, my eyes glistening. “Thank you, Jasmine. It feels... surreal.” She chuckled. “It’s real, all right. In just a few hours, you’ll be married to the love of your life.” Her words sent a rush of warmth through me. “I just hope everything goes as planned.” Jasmine waved a dismissive hand. “Relax, everything is perfect. And Adam... well, let’s just say you’ve got a ma
~CharlotteThe evening before the wedding was bathed in golden light, the soft glow of fairy lights strung across the sprawling garden. The scent of freshly cut roses and lavender drifted on the warm summer breeze, blending with the quiet hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. The rehearsal dinner party was in full swing, a gathering of family and friends united to celebrate Adam and me. I stood near the edge of the dance floor, champagne flute in hand, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nerves. My pale blue dress clung to my figure in all the right places, the fabric shimmering faintly under the soft lights. My hair was swept into an elegant updo, with a few loose curls framing my face. Jasmine, my best friend, had convinced me to go for a bold red lipstick, and though I’d been hesitant, I had to admit it made me feel… powerful. Adam was across the room, deep in conversation with his father, Albert. He looked as dashing as ever in his tailored navy suit, his tie sl
~CharlotteEverything felt like it was finally falling into place. For weeks, I’d been plagued by doubts, fears, and the gnawing anxiety that the secrets of my past would come crashing down around me. But now, as I stood in the warm kitchen, the soft light of the chandelier casting a golden glow across the counters, I allowed myself a rare moment of peace. Noah was gone. Dylan had made peace with me, and to my relief, he hadn’t brought up the night we spent together. That night was buried deep in the recesses of my mind, locked away with all the other mistakes I prayed Adam would never uncover. I leaned against the counter, stirring a pot of soup while the chef plated some appetizers nearby. The aroma of fresh herbs and roasted vegetables filled the air, soothing me further. Adam and I were set to marry in two days, and for the first time, I believed there was a real chance for happiness in our future. My lips curved into a small smile as I imagined walking down the aisle, Adam’
~DylanThe drive home was uneventful, but my thoughts were anything but calm. The night had gone surprisingly well until Noah showed up like a bad rash. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the weight of the evening pressing down on me. The headlights of the car illuminated the long driveway as I pulled up to the mansion. The place was quiet, the kind of silence that came with late hours and everyone being asleep—or so I thought. As I stepped out of the car, stretching to shake off the stiffness of sitting too long, my eyes caught a faint glow in the distance. The guest house. I frowned. The light was still on. That bastard. I exhaled sharply through my nose, my anger bubbling just beneath the surface. Did he think I was joking when I told him to leave? I squared my shoulders and headed toward the guest house, the cool night air doing little to soothe my irritation. “Noah,” I muttered under my breath, my strides long and purposeful. “Of all the people Adam keeps around, it