NoahI didn’t know how to explain the feeling that washed over me when I saw Clara suddenly appear in Neil’s room. My breath caught in my throat. My heart was pounding in my chest as I took in the sight of her standing there. She stood so still, almost as if she were part of the shadows. Her presence felt intrusive, unsettling. Especially in this most sacred space—Neil’s room, where I should have felt nothing but warmth and safety.“What are you doing in here, Clara?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Though a tremor of unease slipped through. It was late—too late for casual visits, and certainly too late for wandering around a child’s room.Clara turned to me, startled. She obviously hadn’t heard me come in. Her face was unreadable in the dim light. “I heard Neil,” she said softly, almost too softly. “It sounded like he was having a nightmare. I came in to check on him. I didn’t want to wake you or Raymond, so I thought I’d make sure everything was okay.”Her explanation was r
NoahAfter I picked up the pin, I took a moment to inspect Neil's bedroom more thoroughly. I moved his slippers aside and checked the floor for anything else that might be out of place. My heart raced as I scanned every inch of the room.But everything seemed normal—no more pins, no strange objects, nothing out of the ordinary. I began to wonder if I had overreacted. Maybe it really was just an accident, a pin that had somehow found its way to the floor. I sighed, trying to shake off the lingering unease.Gently, I leaned over to kiss Neil's forehead. I brushed a stray curl away from his peaceful face. He was still sound asleep, undisturbed by the late-night drama that had unfolded around him."Sweet dreams, my son," I whis
NoahRaymond leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Clara with genuine interest. “What kind of wish, Clara?”Clara hesitated for a moment, as if weighing her words carefully. Then her face lit up with excitement. “I’ve been thinking… I’d really love to travel with you all. Like a family vacation. We could just relax, and enjoy each other’s company.”Neil’s eyes widened with pure joy. “Travel? Ooh! Can I come? Can I come?” He was practically bouncing in his seat. The prospect of an adventure filled him with boundless energy.I forced a smile, trying to match their enthusiasm. But inside, my mind was racing. Clara’s request was reasonable on the surface—a young woman who had lost h
NoahClara and I stood side by side in front of the boutique mirror. The fluorescent lights reflected off her flawless skin. She wore nothing but the blue bikini she had just picked out. Her confidence was almost palpable.The sight of her standing there, admiring herself, made my blood simmer. It wasn’t just the bikini. Or even the fact that it was the same shade of blue that Raymond had always said suited me best.It was the audacity. The sheer nerve she had to all but tell me that she intended to wear this bikini to impress my husband.I clenched my fists, feeling the sharp edges of my nails dig into my palms. Inside, I was fuming. A storm of emotions was swirling in my chest.
NoahClara stood before us in her new bikini. The vibrant blue fabric clung to her like a second skin. The sight of her so boldly displaying herself sent a shockwave through me. I could feel the blood drain from my face. My stomach twisted into knots. A sickening combination of disbelief and anger bubbled up inside me. How could she be so utterly unaware—or worse, completely aware—of how inappropriate her actions were?Raymond, too, seemed taken aback. His eyes widened briefly in surprise before he quickly averted his gaze. A flush of embarrassment crept up his neck. “Clara,” he said in a stern voice, “That’s something you should save for the seaside, not wear here at home.”Clara’s response was immediate. Her face morphed into an expression of innocent surprise. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with sweetness. “I didn’t mean to make anyone uncomfortable. I just wanted to see if you liked it.”Her words were like sugar-coated poison. I had to force myself not to
NoahAs our private jet ascended into the clouds, I couldn’t help but feel a swirl of emotions deep within me. We were on our way back to the island where Raymond, Neil, and I had once lived for five magical years. The island had been our sanctuary, our home. Until life had pulled us back into the chaos of the mainland. I glanced over at Raymond, who was seated beside me. His hand was warmly wrapped around mine. His eyes sparkled with the same mixture of excitement and nostalgia that I felt. Neil, sitting by the window, was practically bouncing in his seat. His face was pressed against the glass as he watched the world shrink below us.“It’s going to be just like old times,” Raymond whispered to me. His voice was filled with a hope that I wanted so desperately to share.I smiled back at him, squeezing his hand. “Yes, just like old times,” I echoed. Though a small part of me remained guarded. I wanted to believe that this trip would bring us back to those carefree days. But the weigh
NoahClara was drowning! My heart pounded as I ran toward the shore. But Raymond was ahead of me, sprinting down the beach. His eyes were locked on Clara’s struggling form.Without a second thought, he dove into the water, swimming with powerful strokes toward her. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched them. I felt helpless on the shore. Neil, who had been building a sandcastle nearby, looked up in confusion. His face paled as he realized what was happening.“Mommy, what’s going on? Is Clara going to be okay?” he asked, his voice trembling with fear.“She’ll be fine,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction. “Your dad is going to get her.”I held Neil close, my eyes never leaving the water. Every second felt like an eternity as I watched Raymond reach Clara. He got to her just in time, wrapping his strong arms around her frail, trembling body. She clung to him desperately, her face pale with terror. He pulled her toward the shore with all his strength. The waves fought against
NoahNo! No, it couldn’t be. My worst nightmare had become a reality. Clara was kissing Raymond. I caught only a split second of the kiss before Raymond pulled back, his eyes widening in shock as they met mine. I was already spinning around, running as fast as my legs would carry me. Tears blurred my vision. My heart was pounding, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I fled.Not this. Not again. I couldn’t lose my marriage like this. Not after everything we’d been through. Memories of Owen and Josie’s betrayal crashed into me, merging with the fresh agony of what I’d just witnessed. My Raymond… How could he do this to me? I thought he loved me, truly and deeply. I had given him everything—my heart, my soul, my trust, even after Owen had shattered me. Raymond knew how much this would hurt me. He knew how fragile my trust was after what I’d been through. How could he be so blind? How could he fall for Clara's dirty tricks?I couldn’t bear it. The image of Clara’s lips on his, the way s