After 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
NoahI could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Fear and disgust churned in my stomach. This man was too much. Everything was too much. I didn’t want his attention, his offer, any of it. I just wanted to escape—to be anywhere but here, dealing with anything but this.I awkwardly adjusted the short, revealing dress I’d hastily slipped on over my bikini before fleeing the villa. The fabric clung uncomfortably to my damp skin. I felt horribly exposed, like every part of me was on display. I could feel his eyes lingering on my body, sending a cold shiver down my spine.“Please, just leave me alone,” I managed to choke out, my voice strained and trembling. I wasn’t sure if he would listen or if he would keep pushing. But I had to try. I couldn’t let this go any further.For a moment, he hesitated. His eyes narrowed as he seemed to weigh his options. The smirk on his lips faltered, just for a second. I hoped he would back off.But then, just as quickly, his expression hardened. He leaned ba
NoahThe man’s heavy arms draped across my shoulders, his grip tight and suffocating. His breath reeked of alcohol as he leaned in closer. The stench mixed with the smell of sweat and the sticky humidity of the small bathroom. “I knew you wanted me the second you walked in here, beautiful,” he slurred, his words oozing with drunken arrogance. “In fact, you need me.”My heart raced in my chest. The terror of the situation froze me in place for a split second before my instincts kicked in. “Leave me alone!” I cried out, struggling against his grip, trying desperately to break free. But his arms tightened around me like a vise. His hands were rough and intrusive as they roamed my body.“Help! Somebody help me!” I screamed, the sound reverberating off the tiled walls.It felt like the words barely left my throat before his greasy hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my cries. Panic surged through me. My breaths came in short, desperate gasps as I twisted and squirmed, trying to free mysel
NoahI opened the box, and there it was—a delicate golden necklace with a teardrop-shaped ruby nestled at the center. It caught the light with a soft, familiar glow.“Wait a minute… Is this…?”Raymond’s smile widened. “The necklace Owen gave you after you saved his life as a child? It sure is.”I shook my head in disbelief, my fingers brushing over the ruby’s multifaceted surface. This was the necklace that had started it all—the one that ended my relationship with Owen, fractured my friendship with Josie, and, in the end, brought Raymond and me together.“No way… Where did you find it?” I asked breathlessly.He took my hand. “I went to Josie’s apartment after she passed away and found it tucked away in a jewelry box. I remembered the story you told me about it. I just knew you should have it back.”Overwhelmed, I looked up at him, my eyes filling with gratitude. He held my gaze, and we shared a lingering, tender kiss. One that was filled with years of love and unspoken promises. As
NoahThe grand hall was resplendent, draped in soft whites, blush pinks, and touches of gold. Chandeliers sparkled overhead, and the orchestra played a melody that filled the air with romance and elegance. I took a deep breath, looking out over the sea of familiar faces, and then my eyes found Raymond’s.He stood at the end of the aisle, his gaze fixed on me, his smile both proud and tender. The love in his eyes was so deep, so steady, that my nerves began to melt away, replaced by a warmth that filled my entire being.With every step, my heart beat faster, the anticipation building with each note of the music. Raymond’s gaze never wavered, and as I drew closer, I could see the emotion glistening in his eyes.Finally, we reached him. My mother released my hand and turned to Raymond, her own eyes shimmering. She placed my hand in his, her voice choked with emotion. “Take good care of her,” she said softly, her words laced with love and a hint of the strength that had carried us both.Ra
NoahAs I looked at Evelyn, her gentle smile seemed to melt the tension in my shoulders. Her eyes, always so full of determination, held a glimmer of joy as she spoke.“Don’t worry, Noah. It’s good news.”A breath I hadn’t realized I was holding escaped me. “Good news?” My voice was barely a whisper.She nodded, a spark of excitement lighting up her face. “The doctor said… well, they said there’s a chance I’ll walk again. The prognosis is good if I keep exercising, eating healthy, and pushing myself.”My relief quickly turned into a grin as the magnitude of her words hit me. “Mom, that’s amazing!”She wheeled closer, her hand finding mine. Her touch was warm and filled with the quiet strength that I’d come to admire even more through her recovery. “I know, right?” She laughed, her voice tinged with the thrill of newfound hope. “I can’t wait for the day I can pick up Rosie all on my own, to hold her without limits.”We sat there, both smiling, both overwhelmed by the idea that she migh
NoahCassandra’s labor dragged on, stretching through two long days. I felt every minute of it from my room. My worry and helplessness coiled tighter with each update. The doctor had ordered me to stay in bed. Although it felt good to rest, I hated that I couldn’t be there for her. She’d been such a support to me during my own labor with Rosie. Her words had steadied me through every contraction and every wave of pain. Now, here I was, stuck in bed while she struggled on her own.Little Rosie was my solace. Every time I looked at her, I felt a soft warmth spread through me, all the worry and exhaustion melting away. She was a tiny, perfect miracle with her miniature fingers and rosy cheeks. I couldn't stop staring at her. Raymond was wonderful too. He moved back and forth between rooms to check on Cassandra and then back to me, sharing gentle updates that kept me grounded.On his fourth or fifth return, Raymond’s expression was strained. He sat by my bed, taking my hand gently. “She
NoahThe words fell like a stone in the room. My heart stuttered as I looked between her and Raymond, my grip tightening around his hand. “What… what kind of complication?”The midwife took a steadying breath. “It seems your baby may be in a posterior position—facing up, rather than down. This can make labor slower and a bit more challenging.”A wave of worry swept over me, and I felt my breaths quicken. Cassandra placed a steadying hand on my shoulder. “Hey, Noah, breathe. She didn’t say impossible—just more challenging.”The midwife nodded, her tone reassuring. “We’ll try some different positions, some movements that might help encourage her to turn. This happens often enough, and there are ways we can support the process.”I nodded, feeling the tension ease a fraction as I met Raymond’s eyes. He gave me a brave smile, squeezing my hand. “We’ve got this,” he murmured. “We’ll help her get into position, and soon, we’ll be meeting our little girl.”The midwife guided me through some po
NoahI stared, slightly panicked, down at the small puddle forming beneath me. Cassandra brought her hand to rest gently on my arm. “It will be fine, Noah. Looks like your little girl has her own schedule,” she said with a reassuring smile. Her voice was calm and warm. Her words broke through my anxiety. I managed a shaky laugh, nodding in agreement.An employee approached, casting an understanding look at the situation. “Don’t worry about a thing—we’ll clean it up,” she said, a gentle smile on her face. “Good luck!” She gave a supportive nod as we carefully made our way out of the store. Cassandra held my arm to steady me.Once we were outside, Cassandra reminded me, “You don’t need to rush to the hospital just yet. They usually want you to wait until active labor is in full swing.” Her calm certainty helped, but I still felt jittery. I immediately grabbed my phone, dialing Raymond’s number. He picked up after the first ring.“Raymond?” I began, my voice trembling slightly. “It’s ha
NoahThe room erupted in cheers and joyful shouts as pink confetti rained down around us. It took a second to sink in: we were having a girl. Barely containing my smile, I felt Raymond’s strong arms wrap around me from behind. He leaned his head close, his voice a low, gentle murmur. “A little girl, Noah… our little girl.”My heart swelled as I looked at Neil, who was watching the confetti with wide eyes. He had a look of pure wonder on his face. It was the brightest smile I’d seen on him since everything that happened, and I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. He was still healing. But moments like these, surrounded by love, felt like the very first steps toward a new beginning.Evelyn rolled over, her eyes filled with emotion as she held out her hands to us. Slowly but surely, she was regaining control over her muscles. I leaned down to her, and she wrapped her arms around both Neil and me. “Oh, a little girl,” she whispered, her voice thick with joy. “Our family just keeps grow
NoahThe house buzzed with excitement and laughter as we invited everyone inside. Each new arrival was greeted with hugs and cheers. Cassandra's friends—Harper, Lila, and Gia—were here, their faces lighting up when they spotted me. Our trip to Vegas and Cass’s wedding had bonded us. Seeing them again brought a sense of closeness, comfort and normality after recent events. Raymond’s colleagues filled the space with their lively energy, and Simon’s friends mingled easily with Raymond’s parents, whose faces were aglow with anticipation.Neil quickly spotted his friends from school, darting over to hug a small girl with a sweet smile. I couldn’t help but smile knowingly; he’d mentioned her more than once—his little primary school girlfriend. Seeing him run and laugh, his face bright with joy despite the shadows of recent events, filled me with a deep, almost overwhelming sense of gratitude. After everything he had endured, there was hope that he might find his way back to himself. Seei
Noah“Oh, Raymond…” I murmured, my heart brimming with emotion as he knelt before me, the words barely forming in my mouth, tangled up with a happiness that felt almost surreal.He waited patiently, still on one knee. His hazel eyes sparkled with flecks of gold in the bright sunlight. His hand was steady, holding out the ring as if it were a promise. A reminder of how far we’d come. I glanced at my old engagement ring. My fingers trembled as I noticed the way this new ring was designed to nestle perfectly against the first one. It was so unmistakably Raymond—thoughtful, detailed, crafted to fit me like a missing piece.“Yes,” I finally said, smiling through my tears. “Of course, I will marry you… again.”His face lit up with a joy I hadn’t seen in years. He slid the ring into place, its sleek band clicking softly as it nestled against my old ring. The two pieces formed a sparkling whole. As the diamonds caught the golden glow of sunset, it felt like the most perfect reflection of us—