Laura sat in her hospital bed with her eyes fixed on the old television set mounted at the corner of the room. The television was playing the weather news - something about how great and lovely the beach would be this coming summer, but Laura wasn't paying attention to what the weather caster was saying even though her eyes were fixed on her.It's been three months since her husband last visited her, and anytime she tried reaching him, the call would automatically divert to voice-mail. Initially, she had shrugged off the concern, convincing herself that Vincent's schedule was always chaotic, so even if he wanted to drop by and visit her, his schedule won't allow it but since last week, her certainty had begun to waver. The envelope from an unknown sender had shaken her convictions, hinting that Vincent's absence wasn't solely due to work.Laura's gaze drifted from the television to the brown envelope on her bed, its presence suddenly mesmerizing. Her eyes fixated on the address: 'To Mr
Laura jerked upright, panting and sweating furiously. She pushed Sharon aside and jumped from her seat, distancing herself."Where... Why am I here?" Laura stammered, scanning the strange yet familiar office.Sharon's brow furrowed. "Ms. Seymour, are you alright? You seem disoriented."Laura's eyes darted wildly as she took in every detail. "What am I doing here?" she whispered.Her gaze settled on the portrait on her desk – a picture of her and Diane. As she reached for it, a loud noise pierced her head, and she groaned."Are you okay, Ms. Seymour?" Sharon asked, concern creeping into her voice.Laura's memories began to resurface: betrayal, her car accident, the dark room, and the mysterious light."Am I dead?" she whispered.Sharon laughed. "Well, I guess you could say that."Laura's head snapped up, her eyes locking onto Sharon. "So, this is the afterlife?"Sharon chuckled. "You haven't sobered up from last night's send-off drinking.""Send-off drinking?" Laura repeated, uncertain.
Laura's gaze locked onto the phone screen, the picture of Vincent and Diane fueling her turmoil. Her mind raced with questions: When did their secret affair start? Was it before or after her engagement?The doorbell shattered the silence, pulling Laura back to reality. She approached the door, hesitant."Mom?" Laura's voice trembled, shock etched on her face.Katherine, her adopted mother, stood before her, an unexpected presence. Their relationship had always been strained from the very first day.Laura's adoption, facilitated by Beatrice Seymour's kindness has never been fully accepted by the Seymour family, especially Katherine. Her concerns about Laura's presence threatening her biological daughter's position had created tension between the two simmering feelings of resentment and displacement."Come in," Laura said, ushering her in.Katherine's gaze swept the room, her lips twisting into a forced smile. "I see your taste has improved since my last visit. Is it because of your upco
Laura stared deeply at Lawrence, her heart racing wildly. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she gazed into his captivating smile.The manager's concerned voice snapped her back to reality. "Are you okay?"Laura cleared her throat, shaking off the spell. "Yes," she said, glancing at the manager before thanking Lawrence. "Thanks." Her eyes barely met his.Lawrence's eyes never left hers. "I thought it was a rumor that you were getting married, but seeing you in this bridal store, I guess it's true."Laura smiled nervously, unsure how to respond.Diane intervened, curiosity etched on her face. "Do you guys know each other?""No..." "Yes..." Laura and Lawrence responded simultaneously,Diane raised an eyebrow staring at them."He's an old acquaintance." Laura clarified hastily. "Old acquaintance?" Diane asked, her tone probing.Laura nodded, her eyes warning Lawrence to keep the past hidden.Diane sensed something was amiss. "Won't you introduce us?""Meet, Mr. Lawrence Palmerston,
Laura walked into her office, looking confident after her meeting with Mr. Johnson."How did the meeting go?" Ms. Seo, who had been waiting, asked.Laura slumped into her seat, rolling her eyes. "Good."Ms. Seo raised an eyebrow, expecting a more detailed response.Laura glanced up, noticing Ms. Seo's curiosity. "Mr. Johnson wants full custody and no spousal support."Ms. Seo's eyes widened. "That sounds easy."Laura scoffed, and her expression turned skeptical. She recalled the case shocking twist from her past life. Mr. Johnson had denied domestic violence, but his wife, Regina, had presented incriminating evidence."What's with that look?" Ms. Seo asked, noticing Laura's concerned expression.Laura ignored the question. "What do you know about Regina Johnson?"Ms. Seo relaxed, thinking. "She is the development manager at Code Play, a game development company."Laura's curiosity piqued. "Code Play?"Ms. Seo nodded. "Yeah. Are you planning to pay her a visit?" Ms. Seo asked, but Laura
"I can't find Laura," Diane told Mr. Charles Seymour, who stood anxiously outside the bridal room."What do you mean? She's supposed to be in there!" Mr. Charles exclaimed, worry etched on his face."Yes, she was just here, but now she's gone," Diane explained.Mr. Charles pushed past Diane, rushing into the bridal room. The room was in disarray, and Laura's expensive wedding gown crumpled on the floor."Sir, the guests are waiting," an usher said, entering the room. He paused, sensing tension and noticing the worried expressions on Diane and Mr. Charles' faces."Is everything alright, sir?" he asked, but Diane's long, silent stare was his only response.Mr. Charles scanned the room, hoping to find a clue to Laura's whereabouts.He refused to consider the lingering thoughts in his mind that Laura might have run away on her wedding day. She had begged to marry Vincent and was eager for this day.His eyes locked onto the slightly ajar back door. He rushed towards it, opening it fully."O
Laura woke up to her phone's incessant ringing. She groggily checked the caller ID and rolled her eyes. "Sugar," she muttered, recognizing Diane's name. She ignored the call, but it started ringing again. Exasperated, Laura answered."What?" she snapped.Diane's voice on the other end was laced with concern. "Sugar, where are you?"Laura took a deep breath, softening her tone. "I'm fine, Diane. Don't worry about me.""But everyone is worried," Diane pressed on. "You just disappeared without a word. Your parents are frantic. I've been calling nonstop, thinking something terrible might have happened."In the background, Laura heard Katherine's faint voice. "Is that Laura? Tell her to come home this instant."Diane continued, "Can you please tell me where you are? I'll come pick you up."Laura's thoughts drifted back to the shaman's words. "Don't worry, Diane. I can find my way home."Diane started to protest, but Laura hung up.Staring at her phone, Diane felt uneasy. Laura had called he
The meeting drew to a close with Beatrice's final, authoritative words. As the family's revered matriarch, her opinions carried significant weight, and no one, not even the formidable Charles dared challenge her.Katherine seethed with discontent, her plans foiled once again. She had expected Laura to receive a stern reprimand, one that would prompt her to focus on marrying Vincent. Instead, Beatrice had unexpectedly taken Laura's side, just as she had done since Laura first joined the family."You may have gotten lucky today," Katherine sneered at Laura, "but Friday night might tell a different story. You know how discerning your grandmother can be; your so-called lover might not meet her approval."Laura forced a smile, aware that Katherine spoke the truth. Beatrice was notoriously picky, and Laura knew she needed someone far more impressive than Vincent to avoid being married off to him.Just as Katherine was about to continue her verbal sparring with Laura, her phone rang, interrup
Vincent's eyes blazed with fury, his face red with rage. "How could you do this to me, Laura?" he thundered.Laura's eyes widened in surprise as she stood up from her chair. "What are you talking about, Vincent?" she asked, trying to keep her voice calm.Jane stood frozen in the corner, unsure of what to do. She had tried to stop Vincent from entering Laura's office, knowing how awkward it might be, but Vincent was too strong, forcing his way in.Vincent took a step closer to Laura, his eyes flashing with anger. "Don't play dumb with me, Laura. I know all about your little dinner date with Lawrence. How could you do this to me after everything we've been through?" he demanded.Laura scoffed, shocked. She had clearly remembered her grandmother asking everyone at the table to keep the dinner a secret, as they didn't want media attention surrounding their family."How did you find out about that?" Laura asked, prompting Vincent to chuckle."You must think I'm a fool. You're leaving me for
Vivienne's mind was racing that night as she lay in bed. Her mother's words echoed in her head, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that her grandmother, Beatrice, had always favored Laura over her.She had always known that Beatrice seemed to prefer Laura, but she had never thought much of it. She had assumed that Laura needed the extra love and attention since she was adopted. However, now Vivienne realized that Beatrice's favoritism towards Laura was more than that.Vivienne's eyes drifted towards the family photo hanging on her wall. It was the last family photo they had taken together, on her eighth birthday. After that, Laura had been included in all the family photos.Vivienne's thoughts turned bitter. "Isn't it enough that you make me look like a fool in front of my family? Now you want to take my family inheritance? You're being too greedy, Laura."Vivienne grabbed her phone and played a recorded conversation. "I looked up Lawrence... Lawrence Palmerton. Your friend from th
Don't you think there's something iffy about Lawrence?" Katherine asked, sparing her daughter a look. They had returned from the family dinner an hour ago and were lounging in the living room, having a late-night snack.Vivienne scoffed. "You mean Laura's lover?""No, why?" Vivienne asked, making her mother raise an eyebrow."No?" Katherine's gaze lingered on her thar. "Well, that wasn't the expression I got from you when he introduced himself," Katherine said.Vivienne's eyes sparkled with curiosity.What expression? Oh, that? I just thought he was a member of the George Palmerton family, but on second thought, Laura is rather too unqualified to attract someone from that family."Katherine's eyes widened. "The George Palmerton family?" They were one of the elite traditional families in the world, known for keeping their personal lives private.Vivienne nodded. "Yes, but I highly doubt he's from that family. He's probably from a regular Palmerton family."Katherine frowned. "He better n
Lawrence swiftly intervened, attempting to salvage their fabricated story. "We met 2 years ago, but we started dating about a year ago when we met at a private event, a charity gala," he said.Laura's eyes widened in surprise, impressed by Lawrence's quick thinking. She nodded in agreement, trying to play along. "Yes, that's right," she said, forcing a smile.Vivienne raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "A charity gala, huh? Which one was it?" she asked, pressing for more details.Laura's heart sank, realizing they hadn't prepared for this level of scrutiny. She glanced at Lawrence, hoping he would come up with something convincing."The Angels Home," Lawrence replied. "I'm not sure you'd be familiar with it since it was a closed event."Vivienne smiled, feeling a little awkward with Lawrence's statement.Beatrice took charge of the conversation again. "So, which school did you graduate from? My granddaughter here attended an Ivy League university."Lawrence's response impress
Friday night had finally arrived, and Laura's nerves were stretched taut. She had spent the entire day perfecting every detail for the family dinner, from the exquisite table setting to the impeccable menu. Her fake date, Alex, had received a detailed brief on what to expect and how to behave, but Laura couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that he might blow their cover.As she got ready for dinner, Laura's anxiety spiked. What if Alex slipped up and her family discovered the truth? She took a deep breath, pushing aside her doubts. She had to trust that Alex would put on a great show.Just then, the doorbell rang, making Laura's heart skip a beat. She made her way to the door, expecting to see Alex, but instead, she was shocked to see Lawrence Palmerton standing on her porch, looking handsome and confident."Hey," he said, flashing her a charming smile.Laura's eyes widened in surprise. "Wha...what are you doing here?" she stammered. After changing her residence, she had been extreme
A swarm of reporters descended upon Laura's car as she pulled into the Hamilton and Associated Law Firm parking lot. It had been four days since she abandoned the nation's most eligible bachelor at the altar, but having moved out of her known apartment beforehand and worked from home, she had managed to evade the media's scrutiny.Reporters bombarded her with questions as she stepped out of her car. "Your father reported you kidnapped, but you seem rather unscathed," one of them asked. "Was it the groom's recent scandal with the singer that drove you away? Do you feel threatened by her?" Another reporter chimed in, "Can you explain to the public why you walked out on a marriage that would have united two elite families?"Laura remained silent, her experience with the media having taught her that they often twisted people's words. She had once been embroiled in a scandal with a politician and knew better than to engage with the press now. Instead, she smiled boldly as she walked into th
The meeting drew to a close with Beatrice's final, authoritative words. As the family's revered matriarch, her opinions carried significant weight, and no one, not even the formidable Charles dared challenge her.Katherine seethed with discontent, her plans foiled once again. She had expected Laura to receive a stern reprimand, one that would prompt her to focus on marrying Vincent. Instead, Beatrice had unexpectedly taken Laura's side, just as she had done since Laura first joined the family."You may have gotten lucky today," Katherine sneered at Laura, "but Friday night might tell a different story. You know how discerning your grandmother can be; your so-called lover might not meet her approval."Laura forced a smile, aware that Katherine spoke the truth. Beatrice was notoriously picky, and Laura knew she needed someone far more impressive than Vincent to avoid being married off to him.Just as Katherine was about to continue her verbal sparring with Laura, her phone rang, interrup
Laura woke up to her phone's incessant ringing. She groggily checked the caller ID and rolled her eyes. "Sugar," she muttered, recognizing Diane's name. She ignored the call, but it started ringing again. Exasperated, Laura answered."What?" she snapped.Diane's voice on the other end was laced with concern. "Sugar, where are you?"Laura took a deep breath, softening her tone. "I'm fine, Diane. Don't worry about me.""But everyone is worried," Diane pressed on. "You just disappeared without a word. Your parents are frantic. I've been calling nonstop, thinking something terrible might have happened."In the background, Laura heard Katherine's faint voice. "Is that Laura? Tell her to come home this instant."Diane continued, "Can you please tell me where you are? I'll come pick you up."Laura's thoughts drifted back to the shaman's words. "Don't worry, Diane. I can find my way home."Diane started to protest, but Laura hung up.Staring at her phone, Diane felt uneasy. Laura had called he
"I can't find Laura," Diane told Mr. Charles Seymour, who stood anxiously outside the bridal room."What do you mean? She's supposed to be in there!" Mr. Charles exclaimed, worry etched on his face."Yes, she was just here, but now she's gone," Diane explained.Mr. Charles pushed past Diane, rushing into the bridal room. The room was in disarray, and Laura's expensive wedding gown crumpled on the floor."Sir, the guests are waiting," an usher said, entering the room. He paused, sensing tension and noticing the worried expressions on Diane and Mr. Charles' faces."Is everything alright, sir?" he asked, but Diane's long, silent stare was his only response.Mr. Charles scanned the room, hoping to find a clue to Laura's whereabouts.He refused to consider the lingering thoughts in his mind that Laura might have run away on her wedding day. She had begged to marry Vincent and was eager for this day.His eyes locked onto the slightly ajar back door. He rushed towards it, opening it fully."O