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A clash of the past
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FLASHBACK5 YEARS AGOBethany stumbled through the hotel hallway, her clothes torn and heels clutched in her hands. Her heart pounded in her chest, a cold sweat gathering on the back of her neck. The sounds of her pursuers echoed behind her, footfalls heavy and urgent."Get her!" a voice yelled from down the corridor.Panic surged through her, but she didn't stop running.She darted left into a side hallway and spotted a door, room 540, just ahead. She didn’t hesitate—she threw her shoulder against it, forcing it open, and locked it behind her.Gasping for breath, Bethany collapsed against the door, sliding down to the floor, her hands trembling. She kicked off her heels, eyes scanning the room. She could still hear the footsteps of the men searching outside. They wouldn’t give up easily.Bethany straightened up, looking around frantically. Her eyes landed on the bathroom door, and she rushed toward it. Before she could even test the lock, she froze.A man stood before her, barely
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Bethany pov The sight of my son—my Jason—alive, with the same eyes I remembered from two years ago, left me reeling. My mind screamed it was impossible, that this was a trick or an illusion, but I knew what I had seen. I tried to step forward, to call his name again, but Fred was already ushering him away. “Jason!” My voice broke, barely rising above a whisper. The world around me felt like it was spinning, pulling me down into a dark void. I needed to touch him, to feel him, to hear him laugh just one more time. But Dean’s firm grip anchored me, keeping me upright even as my legs went weak. “Bethany,” he said in a steady voice, pulling me back toward my car, away from the cemetery. “No!” I snapped, yanking my arm from his grasp and turning back toward where Fred and Jason had disappeared. “That’s my son, Dean! He’s alive, he’s right there!” Dean tightened his hold on my shoulder, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. “Bethany, you need to calm down. We don’t
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Bethany woke up to an empty, quiet room. Disoriented, she sat up, memories of last night flashing through her mind in a disjointed sequence: the anger, the confrontation, and the regret that had weighed her down ever since. She looked around, hoping to see some sign of Fred, but he was nowhere to be found. Instead, on the nightstand, a pristine envelope sat with her name written on the front.She opened it with a sinking feeling. Inside was a check for $10,000 and a short note from Fred: “For your trouble.”A wave of humiliation washed over her. Did he really think he could buy her off like this? She crumpled the cheque in her fist, the sting of his careless disregard churning her stomach. She felt used, a fleeting distraction in his life. After wearing her clothes, she stormed out of the room, gripping the crumpled cheque as if it could somehow restore her pride.As she made her way out, she was met by the piercing gaze of Chantel, who stood by the entrance, arms crossed, a smi
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Bethany's eyes widened in horror as she gazed at Dean, the man clutching the pipe. "Oh my God! What are you doing here?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling. It was Dean, and she accused, "Dean, you killed him!" Bethany bent down to touch Fred's body, but he lay motionless. Impulsively, Dean dropped the pipe and grasped Bethany's arm, storming off without answering her frantic questions. They abandoned Fred, unconscious in the desolate, abandoned place. **** BETHANY'S HOME Upon arriving at her residence, Bethany stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut, the sound resonating through the air. Dean noticed her hostility, a palpable tension between them. "What's wrong, Bethany?" Dean inquired, rushing toward her. She recoiled from his grip. "What do you mean by that? Do i look wrong to you? ” " Well... I saved you from Fred. God knows how he got to you! " Dean replied, his brows furrowed. "Well, you don't know him! You hit him on the head. What if he's dea
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NEXT DAY – 7 PM Bethany adjusted her black, sleeveless gown and let her fingers graze the soft fabric. Her reflection in the mirror stared back, her hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her exquisite features. Tonight was the one-year anniversary of Avery and her husband’s marriage—a milestone Bethany had missed two years ago. She smiled faintly, though the ache of those years apart from Fred’s family lingered. Avery had been more than just a sister-in-law; she was her confidante, the one who sought her advice and found comfort in her presence. It was time to see her again—her “water sister,” as they’d called each other in jest. Satisfied with her appearance, she grabbed her purse, her heart pounding lightly, and headed to her car. HART'S MANSION The towering Hart mansion loomed in the distance as Bethany pulled into the driveway. Memories she’d tried to bury clawed their way back to the surface. This was the place where she’d been humiliated, broken, before fleeing to F
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The gunshot shattered the air, reverberating like a thunderclap. Bethany flinched, a sharp shriek escaping her lips as she crouched behind the car for cover, her heart pounding against her ribcage.“Oh my God!” she gasped, clutching her chest to steady herself.The minutes ticked by like hours before she finally summoned the courage to straighten up, glancing around cautiously. Just as she was about to slip away, Fred appeared out of nowhere, his face etched with a mixture of worry and urgency.“Hey!” he shouted, his voice startling her.Bethany’s gaze darted to him, her expression a mix of relief and irritation. “Don’t bother calling me, Fred. I need to go check on someone,” she snapped, moving toward her car.But Fred blocked her path. “Natalie? That’s exactly where I’m headed!” he exclaimed, his voice rising. “She hasn’t been picking up, and I swear, if that bastard is there—”“Fred, stop!” Bethany interrupted, her mind racing. Who was this person? How did Fred know about them?
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The long jump made a heavy thud, causing Bethany to lose her balance."Oh my God!" she yelped in pain, clutching her knee as she tried to regain her footing.Her heart raced as the adrenaline kicked in. There was no turning back now. The decision had been made, and she was on this path. Yet, in the fleeting moments of hesitation, doubts began to flood her mind.Am I really doing this? Am I really going to Fred's? The weight of the situation bore down on her, filling her with dread and second-guessing. Fred had seemed so serious, so insistent. What could he possibly have to say that couldn't wait? She needed answers, even if it meant revisiting old wounds.Lost in thought, Bethany was jolted back to reality by a sharp voice."Where do you think you're going?" someone yelled.She looked up, her heart sinking. "Natalie?"A wave of unease washed over her as she took in the sight of Natalie standing there, arms crossed. “How is it possible she's here? “ Bethany thought. She hadn’t expec
