The air was suffocating, thick with the smell of rain-soaked concrete and freshly cut grass. I tightened the grip on my umbrella, the cold metal biting into my palm as I trudged through the muddy pathway leading to Jarem’s apartment. I’m not sure why I’m here. I wasn’t supposed to be. Not tonight, not when he was still mad at me for demanding a little bit of his time. But I feel this gnawing tug in my gut urging me to come. I sighed, trying to compose myself, as I felt the need to puke. Call it what you want, intuition or paranoia, but it had been eating me all day.
Jarem... he had been distant lately. Not in the obvious way, no. He still smiled at me, he still kissed me on the forehead like he always did. But his eyes... they no longer lingered on me. His laughter felt hollow, like it belonged to a script he was so tired of reading. Was he tired of me too? As I reached his door, I felt my world stop. The faint sound of laughter drifted through the cracks, muffled but unmistakable. It wasn’t just any woman’s laugh. It was her laugh. Lili, my best friend. I am certain it’s hers, I’ve heard it a hundred times. But it can’t be. My best friend would never betray me like that. My hand froze mid-air, hovering over the doorknob. My breath hitched as my thoughts spiraled. There had to be an explanation. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was hearing things. My heart was pounding so loudly in my chest that I could barely hear anything over the roar of blood rushing through my ears. But then, her voice floated through the cracks of the door. Clear, distinct, and undeniable. “You’re terrible, Jarem. What if she finds out?” I staggered back, as if the words had struck me like a physical blow. My chest constricted painfully, and my grip on the umbrella faltered. My lungs burned with every shallow, ragged breath I took. I wanted to scream, to burst through the door and demand answers, but my body refused to move. Jarem’s voice followed—soft, coaxing, and far too familiar. “Relax, babe. She’s too trusting to even think about it. You’re the only one I care about.” A low sob escaped my lips before I could clamp my hand over my mouth. My knees buckled, and I leaned against the wall for support, the cold, damp surface seeping through my coat. My mind raced, replaying every little moment, every suspicious glance, every late-night excuse. How could I have been so blind? I couldn’t stop myself. My trembling hand reached for the doorknob and turned it slowly. The door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit living room. And there they were, Lili and Jarem, tangled together on the couch, their laughter fading into stunned silence as they noticed me standing in the doorway. “Tasia!” Lili’s voice was a mixture of shock and guilt. She scrambled to push herself off Jarem, her hair disheveled and her face flushed. “I… I can explain!” “Explain?” My voice cracked, raw and trembling with hurt. My umbrella clattered to the floor as I stepped into the room, my eyes darting between the two people I had trusted most in the world. “Explain what, Lili? That you’ve been sneaking around with my boyfriend? That you’ve been lying to me this whole time?” Jarem stood up, his hands raised as if in surrender. “Tasia, don’t do this. It’s not what it looks like.” “Not what it looks like?” I repeated, my voice rising with each word. Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to let them fall. “I’m looking at it, Jarem! Are you fucking kidding me?” Lili took a shaky step forward, her eyes glistening with tears. “Tasia, please... I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” A bitter laugh escaped my lips, sharp and hollow. “But you already did, Lili,” I said, my voice laced with pain and fury. I felt my emotions spiraling out of control, like a dam had finally burst, releasing the flood of betrayal and heartbreak that had been building inside me. My hands clenched into fists at my sides as I took a step back, away from both of them. The room felt too small, too suffocating. Jarem’s apartment, once a place I had called a second home, now felt like a prison. My chest tightened as I looked at them, the two people who had meant everything to me. “Tasia,” Jarem began, his voice low and pleading. “We didn’t mean for you to find out like this. It’s complicated—” “Complicated?” I cut him off, my voice rising. “You slept with my bestfriend, Jarem! MY BESTFRIEND. There’s nothing complicated about that.” I turned my gaze back to Lili, who had the audacity to look ashamed. Good. She should be ashamed. “You were supposed to be my sister,” I said, my voice trembling. “You were supposed to have my back, no matter what. And instead, you were stabbing me in it.” “Tasia, I’m sorry,” Lili whispered, tears streaming down her face. “I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to hurt you.” “Then why did you do it?” I demanded, my voice breaking. “Why, Lili? Was it worth it? Was he worth it?” She didn’t answer. She just stood there, her lips quivering, her silence speaking volumes. And that was the final blow. She couldn’t even give me an explanation, not one that would make sense, not one that would make this hurt any less. The room spun as I stood there, the weight of their betrayal crashing down on me like a tidal wave. My chest heaved with uneven breaths, the air thick and suffocating. My vision blurred with tears, but I refused to let them see me fall apart. Not now. Not after what they had done to me. “Say something, Lili!” I screamed, my voice raw and cracking under the strain of my emotions. “Anything! Tell me why you did this to me. Tell me why the one person I trusted the most threw me away like I was nothing!” Lili stepped forward, her hands trembling as she reached out to me. Her face was streaked with tears, but all I could see was the betrayal etched in her features. I backed away from her, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. My legs shook beneath me, but I refused to crumble. Not here. Not in front of them. My gaze darted to Jarem, who stood frozen, his lips pressed into a thin line, as if he had nothing to say for himself. “You’re both disgusting,” I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper. “You deserve each other.” The words left my lips like a curse, but they did nothing to ease the ache in my chest. I turned on my heel, desperate to get out of that suffocating room, to put as much distance between myself and the two people who had shattered my world. My vision was blurred with tears as I stumbled toward the door, my breath hitching in my throat. “Tasia, wait!” Lili’s voice called out behind me, frantic and desperate. I ignored her. I couldn’t bear to look at her or hear another word from her lying mouth. But then I felt a hand grabbing my arm, yanking me back with more force than I expected. I spun around, my heart lurching, and came face-to-face with Lili. Her eyes were wide and glistening with tears, her grip on my arm tight and unyielding. “You can’t just leave like this!” she cried, her voice breaking. “I need you to understand—” I cut her off, yanking my arm free from her grasp. My voice was a mix of fury and disbelief. “What exactly am I supposed to understand, Lili? That you’re a backstabbing liar? There’s nothing to understand! You are trying to make me understand but you don’t even bother explaining?” Her face crumpled, but I didn’t care. I was done feeling sorry for her. I was done feeling anything for her. I turned away again, ready to leave and slam the door behind me, but she grabbed me once more, her desperation palpable. “Tasia, please!” she begged, her voice rising with panic. “Don’t walk away. Don’t do this.” My patience snapped. I wrenched my arm free again, harder this time, and stumbled back. “Do what, Lili? Leave? What other choice do I have? You’ve already taken everything from me!” She reached out again, her movements frantic and uncoordinated, and that’s when it happened. I don’t know if it was the rain-soaked shoes I was still wearing or the slickness of the hardwood floor, but as she grabbed for me, I felt myself lose my footing. My arms flailed as I tried to steady myself, but it was no use. My back hit the edge of the open balcony door, and before I could register what was happening, I was falling. Time seemed to slow as the world tilted around me. The air was cold and sharp against my skin as I plunged backward, the ground rushing up to meet me. My mind screamed in terror, but my voice was lost in the wind. All I could see was Lili’s horrified face as she stood frozen on the balcony, her hands outstretched as if she could somehow catch me, somehow undo what had just happened. “Anastasia!” her voice echoed, high-pitched and filled with panic. For a brief moment, I felt weightless, suspended between life and death. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a painful reminder of what I was about to lose. The betrayal, the heartbreak, the anger—all of it faded away, replaced by a cold, numbing fear. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be how it ended. I thought of my family, of my dreams, of all the things I would never get to say or do. Regret clawed at my chest as I fell, the world around me a blur of darkness and rain. And then, just before everything went black, I thought of Lili’s voice, her words ringing in my ears like a cruel, final goodbye. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Tasia.” But you already did, Lili. The impact came fast and hard, a jarring, bone-crushing force that ripped the air from my lungs. Pain exploded through my body, sharp and all-consuming, before fading into a cold, numbing void. My vision blurred, the edges of the world fading into darkness. And then there was nothing.The first thing I felt was air. Cold, sharp, and biting. It filled my lungs in a rush, making me gasp as though I had been underwater for too long and had finally broken the surface. My body jerked upright, my chest heaving as I coughed and sputtered. My head throbbed, my vision swimming in and out of focus. The faint hum of a ceiling fan above me came into view, its blades slicing the air in a rhythmic, monotonous sound. I blinked rapidly, trying to orient myself. The dim light filtering through the curtains of my bedroom cast long shadows across the walls. My bedroom. My apartment. I was in my bed. I stared at the worn wooden nightstand beside me, the faint scent of lavender from the candle I had left unlit the night before hanging in the air. A wave of disorientation swept over me, so strong I thought I might vomit. I was supposed to be dead. My fingers instinctively gripped my arms, running over my skin, checking for wounds, for bruises, for any sign that I had just fallen from
The morning sunlight spilled through the thin curtains of my bedroom, casting long streaks of golden light across the walls. I had been awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything in my head. Today was the day I had died. Or, at least, the day I should have died. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, but it also fueled the fire burning inside me. This time, I wouldn’t let fate run its course. This time, I was in control.I swung my legs out of bed and stood, the cold floor grounding me. The faint sounds of the city waking up drifted through the windows, cars humming on the streets below, birds chirping somewhere in the distance. It felt ordinary, unremarkable, but I knew better. Today wasn’t just any day. Today was the day I would take control of my life.Moving with purpose, I pulled an old suitcase out from the back of my closet and threw it open on the bed. I didn’t have much time to waste. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to leave, to put as much distanc
The gates of my childhood home loomed before me, tall and ornate, their iron bars twisted into intricate designs that had once inspired awe but now felt cold and unyielding. The sprawling estate beyond them was just as I remembered. Immaculate gardens, fountains that sparkled in the sunlight, and a driveway so polished it reflected the sky. It was a palace, a sign of wealth and power that I had turned my back on years ago. And now, I was returning. Not as the rebellious daughter who had defiantly walked out, but as a woman who had been broken, who had lost everything, and who had nowhere else to go.The gates creaked open, and I drove through, the tires of my modest car crunching against the pristine gravel. My chest tightened with every foot closer to the grand mansion. I could feel the weight of my father’s disapproval already, even though I hadn’t yet seen him. The thought of facing him after all these years made my stomach churn, but I pushed the fear aside. This was the only plac
The soft murmur of voices filled the grand dining hall as I followed my mother inside, my heart hammering against my ribs. The chandelier above cast a golden glow, reflecting off the polished marble floors. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and expensive cologne lingered in the air, mixing with the faint trace of my mother’s lavender perfume.The Coles were already seated, their presence commanding. My father stood near them, engaged in conversation with a man who had to be Asher’s father. His slicked-back silver hair and sharp navy suit screamed wealth and influence. But it wasn’t him who stole my attention.It was the man sitting across from him.Asher Cole.I sucked in a breath, my pulse skidding to a stop. He was nothing like I had imagined. Nothing like the men my father typically associated with. His presence was effortless yet overwhelming, like the quiet before a thunderstorm. Tall and broad-shouldered, he lounged in his chair with an air of casual confidence, his fingers tap
The moment the Coles left, the tension in the room finally cracked like a thin layer of ice over deep waters. My mother exhaled, brushing imaginary dust from her silk blouse, while my father adjusted the cuffs of his suit. I, however, was still reeling.Asher Cole was… infuriating.Arrogant. Calculating.And now, my fiancé.I clenched my fists at my sides, still feeling the warmth of his hand lingering on my skin. I should have expected him to be this way—untouchable and unreadable. But something about him unsettled me.“You handled yourself well,” my mother said softly, placing a gentle hand on my arm. “He’s—well, he’s different from what I imagined.”I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head. “That makes two of us.”“He’s sharp,” my father interjected, his tone neutral. “That’s good. You’ll need to be just as sharp if you’re going to survive in that world.”Survive?I turned to face him fully. “You talk about this as if it’s some battle.”My father’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Bec
The grand ballroom of the Cole estate sparkled under the glow of chandeliers, the polished marble reflecting the light like a scene from a dream. A string quartet played in the corner, the hum of polite conversation filling the air. Waiters weaved through the crowd, offering glasses of expensive champagne, as the city’s most influential figures mingled, oblivious to the storm brewing in my chest.I had prepared myself for tonight, for the moment my name would be tied to Asher Cole’s in a way that would leave no room for doubt. But nothing could have prepared me for this.Jarem.And Lili.Together.Standing too close, whispering as if they shared some private secret—one they thought I wasn’t aware of.My stomach twisted. It hadn’t even been a month since I left him, yet here they were. Did they even bother to hide whatever this was? Or did they simply assume I wouldn’t be around to see it?They don’t know that I know.To them, I was just the woman who had walked away.But to me, they w
The moment the engagement was announced, the atmosphere in the ballroom shifted. Some guests clapped enthusiastically, while others exchanged hushed whispers. I could practically feel the weight of their gazes, scanning me from head to toe, trying to piece together the puzzle of how I—someone they barely knew—had ended up as Asher Cole’s fiancée.But I didn’t care about them.I cared about the two people whose reactions mattered the most to me at this moment.Jarem.Lili.As Asher led me through the crowd, my grip on his arm light yet firm, I stole a glance toward where they stood.Jarem’s jaw was clenched so tightly I thought it might snap. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his entire posture rigid with tension. Good.Lili, on the other hand…Her mask had cracked.Gone was the fake concern, the soft voice, the gentle eyes. In their place was something colder, sharper. Her expression wavered between irritation and something else—unease.Did she really think I’d stay broken forev
It had been a week since the engagement party, and my life had been flipped upside down. My name was everywhere—whispers of who is she? and how did she land Asher Cole? spread like wildfire. I felt the weight of eyes on me every time I stepped outside, scanning, analyzing, picking me apart like some mystery they were desperate to solve. But none of that compared to the real problem. Asher. I still couldn’t figure him out. I had expected him to be cold, detached—a businessman merely securing a deal. And sometimes, he was exactly that. But then there were moments, brief and fleeting, where his actions didn’t make sense. Like how he would always position himself slightly in front of me in a crowd, subtly shielding me without making a big deal out of it. Or how he noticed things I never expected him to—my dislike for red wine, my habit of tapping my fingers when I was anxious. And worst of all… the way he made it seem like I mattered. That was the part that scared me the
The office was shifting. I could feel it.For the past few weeks, I had been subtly exposing Lili, planting small seeds of doubt in our coworkers' minds. At first, they didn’t notice. They were too used to her sweet act, her innocent smile, her carefully crafted lies.But people weren’t stupid forever.Lili was starting to lose control of the narrative she had built so well.I could see it in the way some of our colleagues hesitated before believing her words, how they double-checked their emails when she gave them instructions, how they exchanged subtle looks whenever she made another “accidental” mistake that put me in a difficult position.She was unraveling, and she knew it.Today, her patience was running thin.“You know, Tasia,” Lili said as she leaned against my desk, smiling, “I was just talking to the manager about the quarterly report. He said it wasn’t quite right. Did you double-check the numbers?”I glanced up from my computer, already sensing her game.“Yes, I did,” I sa
The office was a battlefield, but no one else seemed to realize it except me.Lili had mastered the art of deception, wearing a mask so flawlessly that most people didn’t see the venom beneath her smile. But I did. I saw everything.She was careful, never outright cruel—at least not in ways that could be proven. Her attacks came in subtle jabs, small inconveniences that could be brushed off as mistakes, miscommunications, or even helpful corrections.But I wasn’t stupid.She was trying to make me look incompetent.And I refused to let her win.I walked into the office, the usual hum of conversation filling the space as people bustled around. The moment I stepped into my department, I felt eyes on me. Lili was already seated at her desk, scrolling through emails like she hadn’t been waiting for me to arrive just so she could start something.“Morning, Tasia,” she called out, her voice overly sweet.I gave her a tight-lipped smile. “Morning, Lili.”Her eyes gleamed as she leaned back in
By the time I got home, exhaustion clung to me like a second skin.The day had drained me—working with Lili had never been easy, but today she had gone out of her way to make things worse. The subtle sabotage, the carefully placed jabs, the way she pretended we were friends in front of everyone else—it all made my blood boil.But more than anything, it made me tired.I dropped my bag near the door and sighed, running a hand through my hair as I stepped into the living room.Asher was there.Seated on the couch, his tie loosened, the top buttons of his dress shirt undone. A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, half-finished. He looked up when I entered, his sharp gaze scanning my face.“You’re late,” he said simply.I let out a small, humorless laugh. “Yeah.”I walked over and sank onto the couch across from him, stretching my legs out as the exhaustion settled deeper.Asher set his glass down, watching me. “Rough day?”I exhaled, nodding. “You could say that.”His brows furrowed sligh
Working with Lili was exactly what I expected—a nightmare in disguise.Since she was tasked with guiding me, she took every opportunity to make me look stupid.But in front of others?She played the role of the perfect friend.A concerned mentor. A supportive colleague. A helpful senior.She was so convincing that, if I didn’t know any better, I might have believed it.Except I did know better.Because behind the fake smiles, the soft reassurances, and the friendly tone—Lili was calculating.She knew exactly what she was doing.And so did I.It started small.On my second day, I had to submit my first report—a simple summary of the team's current projects. Claire had given me a rundown, and I had worked on it all morning, making sure it was polished and professional.I sent it in, confident that it was at least decent.But an hour later, Claire called me into her office.I barely had time to sit before she sighed, sliding a copy of my report across the desk.“This is… incomplete, Anas
The following days were a blur.Dinner with Asher’s family had left me drained, and the tension between us afterward had stretched on longer than I expected.Asher was cold.Not in a cruel way, but in a way that reminded me of how he was before we got comfortable with each other. He kept his distance, retreating behind that quiet wall of indifference.And I let him.Because I still didn’t understand what had happened that night with the roses.Or why he had been so angry.The memory of his voice—sharp, cutting—lingered in my mind.Who gave you the right to touch the garden?I had tried to bring it up in the car, but he had shut me out completely, as if the topic itself was forbidden.And because he refused to bring it up, I did too.Besides, as the days passed, the coldness between us gradually disappeared.At first, it was subtle.Small things.Like how he w
The car ride was tense.I hadn’t expected it to be any different, not after the way Asher shut me down this morning. But still, I had hoped that maybe, just maybe, we could talk.That maybe he would explain.That maybe I would understand.I turned my head slightly, glancing at him. His fingers were curled loosely around the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the road, his jaw set in that unreadable way he always had when he didn’t want to show what he was feeling.I hesitated for a moment, debating if I should try.Then, finally, I took a breath.“Asher.”He didn’t respond.I swallowed, shifting slightly in my seat. “About the flowers—”“We’re not talking about that.”His voice was calm. Cold. Final.I frowned. “But—”“I said no.”His grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white.I stared at him, frustration bubbling in my chest. “I don’t understand why you’re so angry—”His jaw clenched.I stopped, realizing that if I kept pushing, I wouldn’t get anything.
I barely slept that night.Not because I was scared.But because I was confused.Asher’s reaction to the flowers lingered in my mind, looping over and over like a puzzle I couldn’t solve. I had seen many sides of him—his cold indifference, his rare amusement, even his sharp anger when Jarem had crossed a line.But last night?Last night was something different.His fury had been quiet but sharp, simmering beneath his skin like it was personal.Over flowers.I turned onto my side, staring at the faint sliver of moonlight filtering through the curtains.It wasn’t like I had destroyed the entire garden. I had only taken a few roses to brighten up the dining table. It wasn’t a crime. It wasn’t something worth snapping over.And yet, the way he had looked at me—the way his voice had turned cold, controlled, almost dangerous—it unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.I clenched my jaw, my fingers curling into the sheets.I should have told him about my job offer.But after his reaction, a
There wasn’t a day that passed where I didn’t think about Jarem’s warning.Consider this a warning.His voice, his smirk, the quiet confidence in his threat—it lingered in my mind like a shadow that refused to fade.But no matter how much I tried to piece together his meaning, I couldn’t.What was he planning? How did he think he could ruin Asher and me?The uncertainty gnawed at me, leaving me restless. But today—today was not the day for worrying about Jarem.Because today, I got the call.The moment I answered and heard the HR representative from Cole Enterprises say the words Congratulations, we’d like to offer you the position…, I felt a rush of emotions all at once.Shock. Disbelief. And then—pride.I got the job.I really did.Without anyone’s help. Without Asher pulling strings.I had earned it.I ended the call, my heart racing with excitement. I wanted to tell Asher immediately, but he was still at work. So instead, I threw my phone on the couch and practically floated to th
The interview had gone well.At least, I thought it had.The hiring manager had asked all the expected questions—my background, my skills, what I could bring to the company. I had kept my answers simple and professional, making sure not to slip up.No one in that room knew who I was. No one looked at me as Asher Cole’s wife.And for the first time in a long time, I felt like me.It was exhilarating.I shook hands with the manager, thanked her for her time, and stepped out of the building, feeling lighter than I had in weeks.Maybe this could work.Maybe I could build something for myself here.I checked my phone and realized I had some time to kill before heading home. A wave of exhaustion hit me—not just from the interview, but from everything. The wedding, the move, the constant feeling of walking on a tightrope between my past and my present.I needed a moment to breathe.I spotted a café nearby and decided to treat myself.The café was warm and inviting, filled with the rich aroma