~Charlotte"I slumped against the bed, the weight of my regret crushing me. My eyes felt like lead, but I forced them shut, letting the memories of Dylan wash over me like a dark tide. His face was a blur, a jumbled mix of laughter and tears, of joy and pain. I knew I'd have to face him again, to put on a mask of love and pretend that everything was fine. But the thought of it was suffocating, a weight that pressed down on my chest and made it hard to breathe.""A sigh escaped my lips, a ragged sound that seemed to tear from my very soul. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, hot and bitter, as the weight of my sorrow threatened to consume me. I felt like I was drowning in it, like the pain was a dark sea that was pulling me under. In that moment, I knew I had to find a way to escape, to flee from the agony that was suffocating me.""I wrapped my coat around me like a shield and stepped out into the garden, the cool evening air a welcome respite from the suffocating emotions that h
~AdamI sat at my desk, staring blankly at the numbers on the computer screen. My eyes were fixed on the digits, but my mind was far from the sterile confines of the office. It wandered to Charlotte, to the tangled mess that had become our lives. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t shake the thoughts of her, the memories that cut deeper than I ever imagined.With a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes, trying to block out the regret gnawing at me. The guilt was a relentless presence, reminding me that I’d hurt her, betrayed her in ways I couldn’t take back. I had been selfish, driven by my desires, and now, the weight of those choices bore down on me like a crushing burden. My fingers drummed against the desk, a nervous habit I’d developed in moments like these.Just as I was about to let out another sigh, the phone on my desk buzzed, its shrill ring slicing through the silence. I picked up the receiver, forcing my voice to remain calm and professional. "Adam Morgan speaking."The voice on
~AdamAnd then, I saw him, Noah, the new IT guy. His expression was one of concern, his hands tightly gripping a sheaf of documents.Noah swallowed hard, his eyes darting from me to Eleanor and back again. "I-I'm sorry," he said, his voice a wavering whisper. "I didn't mean to intrude."I waved him off, my expression calm and composed, as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening. "It's alright, Noah," I said, my voice cool and controlled. "I was just having a discussion with my ex-fiance, Eleanor."Eleanor coughed, her eyes darting around the room, a look of panic on her face.Eleanor quickly righted her clothes, smoothed her hair, and scurried out of the room, her face flushed with embarrassment, her steps hurried and desperate.Noah watched her go, his expression a mix of confusion and alarm. "Ex-fiance?" he repeated, his brows furrowing in confusion. "I didn't know you two had history."I shrugged, the mask of nonchalance slipping back into place. "It's a long story," I said,
~DylanI stirred, stretching out my limbs as the sunlight filtered through the cracks in the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. I glanced over to see Ashleigh still sound asleep beside me, her face serene in slumber. Five days ago, she'd been a stranger in need of shelter, a woman with a past that threatened to consume her. Now, she was a presence in my life, a puzzle I wasn't sure how to solve.I watched her sleep for a moment longer, my mind racing with questions. Why had she refused to go home? What was she so afraid of?Just then, Ashleigh stirred, a soft moan escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered open. She blinked a few times, her gaze finding mine."Good morning," she said softly, her voice still husky with sleep.I smiled, my heart warming at the sight of her. "Good morning," I replied, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair away from her face. "How did you sleep?"Ashleigh stretched languidly, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "Better than I have
~DylanI was walking out of the family gym house when I ran into Charlotte. "Dylan," she said, her voice filled with venom. "Who was that girl you brought home? Ashleigh, was it?"I shrugged, brushing off her question. "Just someone I met at the bar. None of your business."Lest I forget, I clenched my jaw, the anger rising in my chest. "When are you going to end this charade of a marriage with Adam?" I demanded. "I'm sick of watching you parade around like a happy couple. Have you forgotten our little agreement?"Charlotte didn't flinch. Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest and gave me a knowing smile. "You wouldn't dare," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "You know what would happen if you exposed us.I didn't give Charlotte a chance to respond. Instead, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, my lips crashing against hers. She struggled for a moment, but I held her tight, savoring the taste of her.When I finally pulled away, I laughed in her face. "You may t
~AdamMonths had passed since Ashleigh's death, but the pain still cut through me like a knife. If I hadn't been so selfish, if I hadn't taken Ashleigh away from Noah, who was taking such good care of her, she might still be alive.I found myself wandering through life in a daze, going through the motions without really living. I was haunted by my guilt, and the regret ate away at me like a cancer.One day, I was sitting in my living room, lost in thought, when there was a knock at the door.Adam stepped into the living room, his expression solemn. "Hey, Dylan," he said, his voice low. "How are you holding up?"I shrugged, unwilling to admit the depth of my pain. "I'm managing," I said, my voice flat.Adam nodded, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. "Look, I know things have been tough for you lately. But I have some news that might cheer you up. As the managing director at Morgan and Co, I've decided to offer you a position as my right-hand man."I arched an eyebrow, my interest
~Dylan"Get out," I growled, jabbing a finger in Noah's direction. "Get out of my sight before I do something I'll regret."Noah stood up, backing away from me slowly. "Dylan, hear me out..."But I was already on my feet, my body shaking with anger. "I don't care about whatever you wanna say!" I yelled. "You stay away from my brother and his wife, or I swear, I'll tell him everything. You'll lose your job, and your reputation. Now get out."Noah's face was pale, his eyes wide with fear. He stumbled backwards, nearly knocking over his chair."I...I'm sorry, Dylan," he stammered, his voice cracking. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble."With that, he turned and fled from the bar, nearly knocking over a table in his haste.I sank back into my chair, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt a mix of relief and regret wash over me.What had I done?I sat in silence, the sounds of the bar fading into the background. I couldn't help but think about what I had just done.I knew that Noah didn't
~CharlotteI stepped out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam trailing behind me. The soft, plush carpet of the master bedroom felt heavenly beneath my bare feet as I made my way towards the bed, ready to slip into a silken nightgown and finally allow myself to drift off into sleep.But before I could reach the bed, I noticed a shadowy figure on the mattress. My heart skipped a beat as I squinted through the dimly-lit room, trying to make out who it was.Adam.My jaw clenched.I stalked across the room, my bare feet making no sound on the plush carpet. "What are you doing in my room?" I hissed, my voice sharp with anger.Adam turned, his face softening at the sight of me. "Charlotte," he murmured, reaching out to touch my hand.I jerked my hand away, my eyes flashing with rage. "Don't touch me," I spat. "Not after everything you've done."Adam recoiled, his expression falling. "I'm sorry, Charlotte," he said, his voice a ragged whisper.Adam took a step back, his hands held up in a gestu