CarolineI stepped through the front door, feeling so tired after a long day at work. I just wanted to relax and find my husband, Jeffrey. But when I walked into the living room, I was stunned with what i saw.There he was, laughing with another woman on our matrimonial bed."Babe, what’s happening here?" I blurted out, my voice shaking as I tried to make sense of the scene before me.Jeffrey turned, his face hardening as if I was a stranger in my own home. "What does this look like to you?"he snapped, rising from the bed with a fierce look in his eyes. He walked toward me, gripping a piece of paper as if it held all the power in the world. "Sign the divorce papers!"he said, shoving the document toward me like it was a blunt instrument. "B... but babe!!" I stammered, my mind racing with disbelief."Will you shut up and just do it already?" His voice was ice-cold, cutting through my confusion like a knife. Each word stabbed at my heart, making me feel like I was on the verge of fallin
Caroline's povI walked away from the counter and tried to get my bearings when a man approached me. "Hey there," he said softly, leaning closer so I could hear him over the thumping music in the bar. "Do you need a ride?"At first, I felt confused but also curious. I blinked at him, shaking my head to clear the fog. "Who are you?"I asked, my voice slightly shaky."Just someone who wants to help," he replied, flashing a warm smile that, despite my hesitation, made me feel a little more at ease. "Let’s get you out of here."I looked around, seeing the lights and the crowd still lost in their party excitement. I felt out of place. With his support, I took a deep breath and made my way to a sleek black car parked nearby.He opened the door for me, and I slid into the soft leather seat. It enveloped me, making me feel both comfortable and a little uneasy at the same time. I watched him get in next to me, his presence strong and reassuring."Where are we going?"I whispered, trying to sou
Caroline's PovAfter having a good taste of the coffee,i paid and walked down the streets to get a cab.I flagged down a taxi, sliding into the back seat with trembling hands. “Where to?” the driver asked, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.I hesitated, my mind blank. Where do I go from here? I had no home to return to .Jeffrey had made that painfully clear. My life had been ripped apart, and I had no idea how to pick up the pieces. Finally, I gave the driver an address, not my own but a friend’s, someone I hoped would understand.I entered the and the taxi pulled away from the curb, I leaned my head against the window, watching the pedestrians along the streets. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each one more painful than the last. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, willing myself to find that strength. I had to. Because if I didn’t, Jeffrey’s betrayal would define me, and I wouldn’t let him have that power over me anymore. The taxi came to a stop in front of my
Caroline I think it’s best if you leave now," she said quietly, glancing away. "I’m sorry, Caroline. I really am. But this is your mess to sort out."My heart broke into a thousand pieces as I turned, stumbling down the steps of Maralyn’s porch. My entire world felt like it was crumbling around me, piece by agonizing piece. The one person I had trusted to help me pick up the pieces had slammed the door in my face. ‘‘Barren?"The accusation rang in my ears like a cruel bell.I walked away from Maralyn’s house, the shock gave way to a rising tide of anger and despair.My body moved in a weak way,my mind spinning with confusion. I had nothing left,no home, no husband, no friends. Everything I thought I could depend on was gone.I reached the corner of the street and paused, feeling the last of my strength drain away. My body shook with silent sobs, the grief and betrayal crashing down on me all at once. I wanted to scream, to cry out, but all I could do was stand there, trembling and
Caroline The doctor was so kind, but I wasn't sure if he was right. Maybe I was just imagining things. I'd been through so much lately, maybe I was just making things up. An hour later, after waiting for the test results, the doctor came back. He looked at me, his face serious. He was holding some papers in his hands."Caroline," he said, "I think I know why you haven't been feeling well."My heart jumped. "Is it serious?" I asked, my voice shaky. He sat down in front of me and said, "Not serious, but really unexpected. You're pregnant."The words felt like a punch to the gut. Pregnant? It couldn't be right. My mind was spinning, trying to make sense of it all. "I'm…pregnant?" I asked, still confused."Yes," the doctor confirmed. "You're about a month pregnant. And there's more…"My hands were shaking. "More?"He looked at the papers and said, "You're having triplets." My world stopped. Triplets? The word echoed in my mind, bringing back all the bad memories of Jeffrey. He had al
The Next Morning "Ugh"... my eyelids felt like they were glued shut. The sun was trying to peek through the curtains, but it was just a sliver of light, like a tiny flashlight shining through a crack in the door. It was a cold morning, like someone had forgotten to turn on the heater and left the window open all night. I snuggled deeper under the covers, trying to pull the warmth closer to me. My tummy felt like a giant, round rock, and my legs were all wobbly and weak. I wanted to stay in bed all day. I tried to move my arm, but it felt like I was dragging a whole log. My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and my brain was super slow. I tried to remember what I was supposed to do today, but all I could think about was how cozy and warm it was under the covers. Maybe I could just close my eyes for a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes of sleep.I stumbled out of bed, my legs feeling like jelly, and went to the window. The city was already awake, a cacophony of honkin
I finished my latte, the bitter taste lingering on my tongue, and I knew I had to move on. I had to find a way to navigate this new world, this world where I was both a stranger and a visitor, all at the same time.When I finally reached the biggest and most expensive restaurant in the country, I walked in, feeling a little out of place in my baggy jeans and faded t-shirt. The place buzzed with a high-energy vibe, the clatter of dishes and the chatter of diners creating a symphony of urban life.I approached the counter and nervously asked for the manager. The guy behind the counter, a skinny guy with slicked-back hair and a smirk that never left his face, looked me up and down like I was some strange specimen."He's not around," he said, his voice dripping with a kind of bored arrogance that made my skin crawl. "But you can leave your details. He'll be back tomorrow. I'll make sure he gets them." I handed him a piece of paper with my name and number scribbled on it. He glanced at i
Another bright dayCaroline I groaned and pulled the covers over my head, trying to block out the light and the cold that seeped into my bones. My tummy felt like a big, round rock, and my legs were all wobbly. I felt like a giant, floppy marshmallow.I was so tired. I tried to move my arm, but it felt like I was dragging a whole log. My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and my brain was super slow. I tried to remember what I was supposed to do today, but all I could think about was how cozy and warm it was under the covers. Maybe I could just close my eyes for a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes of sleep...Then my phone buzzed. I grabbed it, my fingers clumsy from sleep. It was a message from the restaurant manager. My heart jumped. It said, “Caroline, you got the job!”I sat up in bed, my eyes wide. The cleaning job! I got it! I was so happy, tears welled up in my eyes. I looked up at the ceiling and whispered, “Thank you, God.”I needed this job. I needed it mo
We packed up everything – the USB drive, the metal box, the photos, and the weird envelope with the symbol.It was like we were getting ready for some kind of covert operation. I even found an old backpack of my brother's that was totally black and looked like something a spy would use.I grabbed my flashlight again, and Jane insisted on bringing a bag of gummy bears, "for emergency energy," she said. I secretly thought she just really liked gummy bears.We met Jake at the park, near the old gazebo. He looked super freaked out, like he hadn't slept all night. His hair was all messy, and he kept looking around, like he expected Dr. Albright to pop out from behind a tree.He was a good friend of Jeffrey’s, he kept telling us he knew they had to do something, and that he wished he had noticed that something was going on. I could see that he was upset."Okay, show me everything," he said, his voice all shaky. I handed him the USB drive and the photos, and he started looking through them,
The files on the USB drive were a mess. Like, seriously disorganized. There were Word documents with weird titles like "Project Nightingale" and "Operation Sunset," a bunch of photos of random places I didn’t recognize, and a couple of video files with names like "Meeting 1" and "Meeting 2." It was like Jeffrey was trying to make his own spy movie.“Okay, let’s start with the documents,” I said, clicking on "Project Nightingale." A Word file opened up, filled with super technical stuff about some kind of… well, I wasn’t totally sure what it was, but it involved weird chemical formulas and codes. It looked like something out of a science fiction movie.“Ugh, this is boring,” Jane groaned, tapping her pen on her notebook. “Is this all about science? Where’s the action?”I scrolled through it quickly. It mentioned something about "a new compound," "enhanced performance," and "high-risk investment." That’s when I saw a name, hidden in a paragraph: "Dr. Albright." The name sounded vaguely
My heart practically jumped out of my chest and started tap-dancing. Someone was definitely outside the door, and it was not Jeffrey. We had to think fast. Jane dove behind the overflowing laundry hamper, almost knocking over a stack of dirty socks.I quickly shoved the metal box under the bed, hoping no one would look there. I grabbed the USB drive and shoved it into my back pocket, making sure it wouldn’t fall out if I moved around.The keys jingled again, and this time, the door started to open. I scrambled behind the bookcase, trying to make myself as small as possible. I could see the front of the door from the small gap behind the books. It creaked open slowly, and a man walked in. But it wasn't just any man. It was Detective Rourke!My stomach did a triple flip. What was he doing here? Had he followed us? Did he know we broke in? I held my breath, trying not to make a sound. He stepped inside, his face all serious and… I don’t know, kind of tired looking. He didn’t seem to noti
The police dudes were gone, finally! But the noise outside was even worse now. Those reporters were like a pack of wild dogs, barking questions about me. "Is Miss Caroline a suspect?" they yelled. "Did she hire a hitman?" Ugh, it was like a really bad soap opera. I pressed my head against the door, trying to block out the sound of them saying my name with that nasty, suspicious tone."I didn't do this," I whispered, tears dripping onto the wood. I felt like I was starring in some horrible crime movie, and everyone thought I was the bad guy! Even those detectives, Rourke and Lane, looked at me like they didn't believe a word I said. Like, hello, I used to babysit kids, not plan murders!I needed to prove I was innocent, pronto. I couldn't just sit here and wait for everyone to decide I was a criminal. I had to find the real shooter. Like in a Nancy Drew book, but way scarier.Then, my phone buzzed. It was Jake, Jeffrey’s friend. He picked up right away. "Any news?" he said, his voice a
Caroline tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her heart hammering against her ribs. The city lights flickered past, blurring as she sped through the near-empty streets. Jane sat beside her, arms folded, her face set in a skeptical frown."Jane, this isn’t normal," Caroline said, her voice quieter now. "Detective Rourke wouldn’t be here unless something was seriously wrong."Jane shifted in her seat, sighing. "Okay, but what does that mean? That Jeffrey just… vanished? That someone took him?"Caroline swallowed hard. "I don’t know. But I do know that if the police are looking at me, I need to figure out what really happened—before they decide I did something I didn’t."Jane exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. "This whole thing is insane. First, Rourke ambushes you at your own house, now Jeffrey’s missing? And let’s not even talk about Maria stirring up trouble. You know she’s behind all this, right?"Caroline clenched her jaw. "I wouldn’t be surprised."Maria had been a thorn in
Caroline paced the living room, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. "Jane, we need to go. Jeffrey hasn’t answered any of my calls today. This isn’t like him."Jane, lounging on the couch with her legs crossed, glanced up with a tired sigh. "Caroline, maybe he’s just busy. It’s late, and I’m exhausted. Can’t this wait until tomorrow?""No, it can’t," Caroline said firmly, her voice edged with worry. "Jeffrey doesn’t just ignore us like this. What if something’s wrong? What if he needs help?"Jane groaned, stretching her arms over her head. "Fine. But if we’re going, you’re driving. I don’t have the energy for this.""Deal," Caroline said quickly, grabbing the car keys from the coffee table. She was already at the door before Jane could protest further.Outside, the night air was crisp, and the neighborhood was silent except for the faint hum of streetlights. Caroline unlocked the car and slid into the driver’s seat while Jane reluctantly climbed into the passenger seat.As Caroline
Caroline paced the length of her bedroom, her phone pressed tightly against her ear. The line rang endlessly, each unanswered tone slicing through her already frazzled nerves. She had called Jeffrey five times now, and still, there was no response.Her heels clicked sharply against the hardwood floor as she made her way to the window, peering out at the quiet street below. She tapped the phone to her palm and let out a frustrated sigh. “Jeffrey, pick up,” she muttered under her breath, dialing his number again.When it went straight to voicemail this time, her heart sank. “Why aren’t you answering?” she said aloud, gripping the phone so tightly her knuckles turned white. “Is it because of Maria? Did she—” She stopped herself mid-sentence, shaking her head.Turning away from the window, she began pacing again, her mind racing with possibilities. What if something’s happened? she thought, her chest tightening. What if he’s worse than they said?The room felt suffocating. She threw her p
Jeffrey was lying in his hospital bed, his face pale and drawn from the ordeal of surgery. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the private room, and the steady beeping of monitors was the only sound accompanying his shallow breathing.He had been in and out of consciousness, recovering slowly, and his thoughts drifted aimlessly between pain and the surreal feeling of helplessness.The door opened quietly, and Maria, his new wife, walked in. She was dressed impeccably in a tailored designer suit, her high heels clicking softly against the tiled floor.Her demeanor was composed, her face set in an expression of forced concern, but there was a sharpness in her eyes that betrayed her true nature. Maria carried herself with the kind of authority that demanded obedience—like a queen entering her court.The two guards she had stationed outside stepped aside reluctantly as she ordered, “Stay here. I need privacy with my husband.” Her tone brooked no argument.Inside, Maria sat down beside
Caroline stood at the edge of the docks, her arms crossed tightly against the biting night air. The faint sound of waves lapping against the pylons did nothing to soothe her nerves. She could feel the weight of everything she’d endured pressing down on her like a stone, and the soft hum of approaching headlights brought a fresh wave of tension.Ancelotti stood nearby, leaning against the hood of a sleek black car, a glass of whiskey in hand. Marco, ever vigilant, was close by, his sharp eyes scanning the dark streets for any signs of trouble. The three of them had been through so much together, yet the heaviness in the air tonight was different.“I’m not surprised Maralyn kidnapped my twins,” Caroline finally said, her voice quiet but unwavering. The words seemed to echo in the stillness, carrying a sharp edge that made Ancelotti glance at her.He raised an eyebrow, his usually impassive face softening with curiosity. “Your twins? What does Maralyn have against them?”Caroline let out