Ethan:I stared at the screen in front of me, my mind still struggling to process the impossible reality unfolding in front of my eyes. The numbers were all wrong. The figures that had always been so reliable, the ones that had promised growth and success, were now plummeting. I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and tried again, but nothing changed. The stock prices continued their downward spiral, and as if to mock me, the article about Karina and Michael’s engagement loomed large on the screen.I couldn't fathom it. I kept telling myself that I had to be misreading something. There had to be an explanation, some way to fix this, some way to get everything back on track. But the more I stared at the cold, hard evidence, the more it felt like the ground beneath me was giving way. It wasn’t just the company that was collapsing. It was everything. My life. My future. Everything I had worked for, everything I had thought I had under control, was crumbling away."Katherine, you need to see this,"
Ethan:The restaurant air felt thick and suffocating. The murmurs of luxury diners faded into a dull hum in the background as I stared at Katherine, my fists clenched at my sides. “Katharine…why did you really come back?” I asked, my voice sharp with suspicion. Katherine sighed, leaning back in her chair like she was bored of the conversation already. “Isn’t it obvious, Ethan?” she said, rolling her eyes. “I needed money.” Her words hit me like a slap. I straightened in my seat, my pulse pounding in my ears. “What?” Katherine scoffed. “I’m drowning in debt, Ethan. I thought I could come back, flash a smile, and get you to fix my problems for me. But guess what? You’re just as useless as I am now.” The sneer in her voice made something inside me snap. My body moved before I could think—I lunged at her, my hands wrapping around her throat. “You—” My grip tightened as rage boiled over. Katherine gasped, her hands clawing at mine. “E-Ethan—” Her voice came out choked, her eyes wide
Karina:I sat on the couch, staring at the flickering candles, the soft glow of their light dancing across the walls. The room was perfect—rose petals scattered across the table, their faint fragrance mixing with the aroma of the dinner I had spent hours preparing. The cake stood proudly on the counter, a delicate swirl of frosting adorned with a “5” I had painstakingly crafted. The cake had taken ages to bake, and even though I knew my limitations in the kitchen, today, I had tried my best to challenge my boundaries, all because I wanted to do something special for the love of my life.It was supposed to be a celebration, a moment to mark our fifth year together. Five years of love, laughter, sacrifice, and promises. Five years of us, Karina and Ethan—partners, soulmates, and soon-to-be husband and wife. But as I looked around the room, the perfection of the setting felt hollow. He wasn’t here. He was supposed to be here hours ago. I glanced at the clock. Midnight. Midnight on wha
Karina: The video played on a loop in front of my eyes, over and over again. I tried to take my eyes off of it, to just…go ahead and press the pause button, or anything that would make this nightmare stop. But it felt like I was stuck in a loop, unable to get out or do anything to stop this horrible feeling from spreading…Was this a mistake? A cruel joke?But there was no mistake. The man in the videos was undoubtedly Ethan...my fiance, and the woman he was kissing...I had no idea who she was, but from the way Ethan gazed at her so lovingly; the way his hands settled on her waist, there was no doubt that she wasn't a stranger.For a moment, I couldn't believe this was happening. That the man I had loved for the last five years would go so far to betray me, and that too when he had already proposed to me...when I already wore his ring...And yet, even as the pain consumed me, a dark, searing anger began to rise. This wasn’t just betrayal. It was cruel. It was a slap in the face of ev
Karina:I stormed into the dimly lit bar, my heels clicking against the wooden floor with a rhythm that matched the furious pounding of my heart. Everyone turned to stare, shocked to see me here. I didn’t care. My eyes scanned the room until they landed on him—Ethan—slouched over a table, a half-empty glass of whiskey in hand, his tie loosened and his face flushed. His friends looked uneasy, shifting in their seats when they saw me approach. I stopped in front of him, crossing my arms as I tried to keep my composure.Ethan looked up at me with an irritated expression. "What are you doing here, Karina?" he slurred, his voice tinged with annoyance.I ignored the looks from his friends and took a deep breath. "I’m here to pick you up, Ethan. It’s our fifth anniversary, remember? I’ve been waiting for you at home, but you never showed up. And now, seeing you like this—drunk out of your mind—you clearly can’t get yourself home."He laughed bitterly, leaning back in his chair. "I don’t want
Karina:The house was quiet as I zipped up the last bag and set it on the bed. My hands hovered over the suitcase, trembling slightly. Four years. That’s how long I had lived here, pouring myself into a life that, in hindsight, was nothing more than an illusion.I glanced around the room, my gaze skimming over the photos on the dresser—most of them were of me. There weren’t many of us together, and those that did exist seemed hollow now, like props in a play I’d been cast in without knowing the script.I sank onto the edge of the bed, exhaling deeply. My eyes drifted to the corner of the room where a single rose sat on a lone vase. He had bought that for me when he returned late from his office three days ago, claiming he had to work late. That was always his excuse. “For us,” he’d say, as if I should be grateful for the breadcrumbs of attention he occasionally threw my way. But now I knew better. Now I knew the truth.The sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand broke the silenc
Karina:I stood frozen, unable to move as the car door opened. And then, there he was. Michael. His golden hair looking darker in the night, his blue eyes locking on me instantly. He smiled, the kind of smile that used to make my heart flutter when we were kids. It still had the same effect now, though I hated to admit it. "Karina," he said, stepping toward me. His voice was as steady and warm as I remembered. "It’s been a while." I clutched the traveling bag tighter in my hand, the plastic biting into my skin. "Michael," I said, barely able to get the words out. "What are you doing here?" “Something came up, so your mother sent me to pick you up instead.” He gave me another one of his charming smiles that made my heart skip a beat. “I hope you don’t mind.”Mind? Michael was asking me if I’d mind…after everything I’d done to him?“N-no…of course not.” I swallowed the lump in my throat as I saw his smile widen and he went ahead to open the trunk.I still couldn’t believe it… Michael
Karina:The car was quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine and the faint rustle of trees as we passed them. I stared out the window, watching the city blur past me in a kaleidoscope of lights, but my mind wasn’t on the scenery. I could feel the weight of Michael’s presence beside me. He was calm, his hands steady on the wheel, his focus on the road ahead. I risked a glance at him, sneaking a peek from the corner of my eye. His golden hair caught the street lights, and the faint smile on his face made my chest tighten. Why wasn’t he angry? I’d expected tension, coldness, something—but instead, there he was, completely at ease. "You’re quiet," he said suddenly, his voice cutting through the silence. He didn’t look at me, but his tone was light as if he were trying to coax me into a conversation. I hesitated, my fingers twisting the fabric of my dress. "I just..." I trailed off, unsure how to put my thoughts into words. "I guess I didn’t expect you to be so... okay with this. With
Ethan:The restaurant air felt thick and suffocating. The murmurs of luxury diners faded into a dull hum in the background as I stared at Katherine, my fists clenched at my sides. “Katharine…why did you really come back?” I asked, my voice sharp with suspicion. Katherine sighed, leaning back in her chair like she was bored of the conversation already. “Isn’t it obvious, Ethan?” she said, rolling her eyes. “I needed money.” Her words hit me like a slap. I straightened in my seat, my pulse pounding in my ears. “What?” Katherine scoffed. “I’m drowning in debt, Ethan. I thought I could come back, flash a smile, and get you to fix my problems for me. But guess what? You’re just as useless as I am now.” The sneer in her voice made something inside me snap. My body moved before I could think—I lunged at her, my hands wrapping around her throat. “You—” My grip tightened as rage boiled over. Katherine gasped, her hands clawing at mine. “E-Ethan—” Her voice came out choked, her eyes wide
Ethan:I stared at the screen in front of me, my mind still struggling to process the impossible reality unfolding in front of my eyes. The numbers were all wrong. The figures that had always been so reliable, the ones that had promised growth and success, were now plummeting. I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and tried again, but nothing changed. The stock prices continued their downward spiral, and as if to mock me, the article about Karina and Michael’s engagement loomed large on the screen.I couldn't fathom it. I kept telling myself that I had to be misreading something. There had to be an explanation, some way to fix this, some way to get everything back on track. But the more I stared at the cold, hard evidence, the more it felt like the ground beneath me was giving way. It wasn’t just the company that was collapsing. It was everything. My life. My future. Everything I had worked for, everything I had thought I had under control, was crumbling away."Katherine, you need to see this,"
Ethan:I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Karina, the woman I had spent the past few years molding and shaping, telling me that she was done with me? That she was running away from everything we built together? It felt like the earth had been yanked out from under me, and I was falling fast into a bottomless pit.I stared at her, unable to comprehend the finality in her words. She wasn’t just angry, wasn’t just throwing a tantrum. She meant it.“You’ll come crawling back,” I muttered to myself, the words slipping out before I could stop them. She was being dramatic, having a little fit, I was sure of it. Karina had always been impulsive, always acted on emotion, but she’d never really meant any of it. She was like a lost puppy—she might bark now, but soon enough, she'd come back to me, to where she belonged.“Ethan,” Katherine’s voice broke through my thoughts, sharp and insistent. “What are you going to do next?”I turned to her, frustrated, but trying to hold it together. Kat
Karina:“Enough of this nonsense!” Ethan’s voice cut through the room, sharp and filled with agitation. “I’m done with this drama! None of those things matter, Kitty. All that matters is that our wedding is already set and there’s no taking it back!”Ethan’s face was an unreadable mask as he pulled something from his pocket. My stomach twisted when I saw the familiar diamond ring glinting under the restaurant’s dim lighting. “There’s still time,” he said, extending the ring toward me. “If you apologize—for this foolishness, for berating Katherine—I’ll forget this ever happened. We can move on and have the wedding.” I stared at him, then at the ring, then back at him. And then I laughed. A deep, genuine laugh that came straight from my gut. Ethan’s eyes darkened. “What’s so funny?” I wiped an imaginary tear from the corner of my eye, shaking my head. “You, Ethan. You are *hilarious*.” His grip on the ring tightened. “I’m serious, Karina.” “Oh, I know you are. And that’s what make
Karina:The restaurant was the kind that screamed luxury—soft golden lighting, pristine white tablecloths, and the quiet murmur of conversations blending with the soft notes of a grand piano in the background. The moment we were seated, Michael barely glanced at the menu before placing our order. “Lobster, caviar, premium steak,” he listed effortlessly, handing the waiter the menu without hesitation. Then he turned to me with a knowing smile. “That’s everything you used to love, right?” My lips parted slightly in surprise. It had been years since I’d indulged in food like this. Ethan always made me feel guilty for liking expensive things, calling me materialistic whenever I craved anything beyond the basics. Michael didn’t judge. He remembered. A warmth spread through my chest. “Yeah,” I admitted, smiling. “It’s been a while.” And then, Michael leaned back in his chair, watching me with amusement as I eagerly dug into the feast before us. The rich, buttery lobster melted in my mo
Karina: The cool evening air brushed against my skin as we stepped out of the mall, our arms weighed down with shopping bags. The streets were lit with golden lights, and the distant hum of traffic filled the silence between Michael and me. I felt… different. Lighter. For the first time in years, I wasn’t trying to shrink myself. Michael glanced at me, his lips twitching into a smirk. “So, how does it feel?” I raised an eyebrow. “How does what feel?” He motioned toward me. “Being *you* again.” I exhaled, letting my fingers skim over the soft fabric of my new blazer. “It feels… right.” I looked at him, my voice softer now. “Like I was asleep for a long time, and I just woke up.” Michael’s smirk faded into something gentler. “Good. That’s how it should be.” I studied him for a moment. The way his hands were stuffed into his pockets, his head tilted slightly as if he were memorizing me. Something about it made my chest tighten. “You’ve been really nice to me,” I said suddenly. “T
Karina:I exhaled slowly, feeling the last remnants of my anger fade into a dull ache as I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. The initial shock of what my brother and Michael had done to Ethan’s business had left me shaking, but now that I had time to think, clarity settled in.Ethan had wasted five years of my life. Five years of my love, my loyalty, my patience—wasted on a man who had built his entire life with the help of my brother but never once treated me like I mattered.It wasn’t just the betrayal that stung. It was the realization that I had become someone I barely recognized when I was with him. I had spent so much time trying to be what he wanted that I had forgotten what *I* wanted. A soft knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts. My mother stepped inside, her warm eyes scanning my face. “You look exhausted, Karina,” she said gently. “Come downstairs for a little while.” “I don’t feel like it,” I admitted, sinking further into my bed. She sighed, then walked over
Karina: I sat on my bed with my phone in hand, scrolling through the messages Ethan had sent me. They came one after another, full of anger and threats.*“Where are you?!”* *”Why aren’t you answering?”**“If you don’t come back, the wedding is off!”* *“You’re pathetic, Karina. You can’t survive without me. You’ll regret this.”* A part of me wanted to laugh, and I did. A soft, bitter chuckle escaped my lips. Five years ago, these messages would have sent me into a tailspin. I’d have panicked, blamed myself, and rushed back to him, ready to apologize for whatever imaginary crime I’d committed. I would’ve crawled back, desperate to fix things. But now? Now I read them with a detached sort of amusement.I wasn’t scared of him anymore. The man I once thought I loved, who I’d given everything to, now felt like a stranger. His words didn’t hurt me—they couldn’t. I’d poured out every ounce of love I had for him, and he’d drained it dry. Now all that was left was the clarity to see him for
Ethan:I woke up with a pounding headache, my eyes stinging from the light that streamed through the cracks in the curtains. My brain felt like it was swimming in a thick fog, and my limbs were heavy, as though I’d just run a marathon and then passed out from exhaustion. I blinked a few times, trying to get my bearings, but nothing seemed familiar. I sat up slowly, wincing at the movement, and scanned the room around me.This wasn’t my place. The decor was entirely different from what I was used to—dark, rustic furniture with vintage lamps and a faint scent of lavender in the air. The sheets were softer than what I’d had on my bed at home, and there was an unfamiliar pillow beside me. I rubbed my temples, trying to remember how I ended up here. What had happened last night?I tried to stand up but felt dizzy, so I leaned back against the headboard, my heart racing a little faster. Then I heard the door creak open, and I turned just in time to see her step inside. Katharine. My first l