RaymondThe day had begun like any other. When Noah said she wanted to go out by herself, I didn't think much of it. She often needed some time alone, and I respected that. But as the morning unfolded, a growing unease began to gnaw at me. It was subtle at first—a shadow of doubt that lingered in the back of my mind. But by noon, it had settled in my chest, heavy and persistent.Clara seemed to sense my discomfort and was quick to suggest some activities to distract me. “Raymond, why don’t we play a little tennis? You’ve been working so hard lately. You deserve some fun.”I glanced at her, noting the eager smile on her face. “I don’t know, Clara. I have a lot on my mind.”“Oh, come on! Just one game,” she pleaded, her voice sweet and insistent. “It’ll be good for you. Besides, you’re always so focused on work. You need to relax a bit.”Reluctantly, I agreed. The idea of hitting a few balls sounded like a good way to clear my head. We headed to the tennis court on the premises of my vi
RaymondNervously, I clicked on the text and read it seriously, in fear that I might miss a word. But Clara was always distracting me from my phone with trivial conversations.“Sorry, Clara, I need to check the messages. We'll talk about it later. ” I said.“Okay, fine.” She compromised reluctantly and gave me an embarrassed look. The world was finally quiet. Indeed, I was tired of Clara’s constant interruptions. When I read the text it seemed that nothing happened.“Hey babe! Don’t worry, I’m okay. I just need some space. I’m staying at a hotel tonight. Love you x”The message was a small relief… and yet, something didn’t sit right. The tone wasn’t quite right, and why would she stay at a hotel? We were on vacation—this was supposed to be our time together.I read the message again, a knot of confusion tightening in my chest. Clara noticed my hesitation and was quick to jump in.“See? She’s fine, Raymond. Just taking a little time for herself. You don’t need to worry.”But I was worr
RaymondI hoped to get some useful information from him, even though his son might conceal it perfectly. I couldn't miss any opportunity to find my wife.“Sorry about that, my friend,” Roberto’s voice blasted through the speaker, cheerful and oblivious. “You know how it is with the kids.”“Of course, Roberto,” I replied, my mind racing. “I believe I might have met your son at the beach the other day. Alejandro, was it?”“Ah yes, that’s possible. He’s a lifeguard, always out there. I wanted him to take over my company, but he’s not ready. Prefers to spend his time on the beach, meeting exotic girls.” His tone was light, almost proud.“I see…” I murmured, trying to piece together the information.Roberto continued, oblivious to my inner turmoil. “I asked around with my staff, but there’s no sign of your Noah. Sorry, my friend.”“No problem, Roberto. I’ll find her.” My voice was strained, barely containing the worry bubbling beneath the surface. “Just one more thing… Your son seems to b
NoahThe luxurious glamping tent was a scene straight out of a romantic film. The large fire bowl burned brightly, casting a warm, flickering glow over the cove. The stars above us shimmered with an intensity that only the darkness of deserted places could offer. The rhythmic sound of lapping waves and the chirp of crickets added to the atmosphere. It would’ve been incredibly romantic—if it weren’t for Alejandro.I was alone with him, in the middle of nowhere. Every part of me wanted to be anywhere but here. The secluded spot, the setup, it all screamed luxury and romance. But it felt like a trap. I had expected to be home by now, with my family, in the comfort of my own space. But Alejandro had made it clear that wasn’t an option. He said that Raymond knew I wasn’t coming home.But how? Had Alejandro used my phone? The thought made me shiver. I was spiraling deeper into a situation that was both terrifying and surreal.We sat by the fire. Alejandro’s gaze was unsettlingly intense a
Noah“Raymond? Clara?” My voice cracked with shock and anger as I stood in the doorway. The sight of them curled up together on the couch was too much to handle. My emotions surged, and I could barely keep myself steady.“Noah… It’s not what it looks like,” Raymond said, his voice tinged with panic as he quickly pushed Clara away and leaped to his feet. His eyes were wide, desperate.I turned on my heel, heading for the door. Raymond followed me, his footsteps echoing in the empty villa. Outside, the cool morning air did little to calm the storm inside me. I was hyperventilating, my breaths coming in ragged gasps.“You lied to me, Raymond!” I shouted, my voice breaking. “The kiss, Clara’s advances—everything was real. You made me believe you, and give you another chance… But you’ve been seeing Clara all along, haven’t you?!”“Noah, no, it’s not like that,” Raymond pleaded, reaching out to me.“Please, don’t try that again,” I snapped, turning to face him with a bitter glare. “I won’t f
Noah“Oh my God,” I muttered under my breath, my heart racing. I quickly diverted Neil’s attention from the glaring magazine covers in the store. "Hey, Neil, look at this! Why don’t we get some extra snacks for the trip back home?" My voice sounded too high-pitched, even to me. He smiled, happily distracted, and dashed off towards the candy aisle.I glanced back at the magazines. A lady nearby had noticed it too, her eyes flicking from the cover to me with thinly veiled judgment. She didn’t even bother to hide the disdain on her face. I could feel my chest tighten as embarrassment and rage battled within me. I needed to get out of there.With Neil trailing beside me, we hurried to the cashier. The line seemed endless. My skin crawled under the weight of whispered gossip. Were they talking about me? Did they recognize me from the magazine? My mind was racing. How did this happen? Did Alejandro set this up, hiring paparazzi to catch us in compromising situations? What would he get out
NoahI stared at Clara with contempt. My patience was fraying with every word she spat out. "Me? I stole Alejandro from you? You have a lot of nerve, Clara." My voice was sharp, laced with the anger bubbling inside me.Clara's eyes narrowed. She crossed her arms, tilting her head to the side as if she were truly puzzled. "Excuse me? These pictures are crystal clear to me. You had a lovely date with my boyfriend." Her tone was dismissive, as though this whole situation was a mild inconvenience to her."Clara," I began, trying to keep my voice steady. Though my hands shook with the effort, "Don’t play innocent with me. I’m done believing your lies."She stared at me with wide eyes. A feigned look of shock was plastered on her face. It was almost impressive how convincingly she could act. Almost."We have given you everything, supported you when your life was falling apart. And what do you give us in return? You break up our marriage and destroy our family." My voice trembled with the wei
NoahThe embarrassment, the shame—it was all too much. I couldn’t believe the paparazzi would harass our family like this. That they would ask such questions, especially in front of our innocent son. But then again, they would sell their souls for a juicy story. I supposed it wasn’t surprising they jumped onto this scandal like leeches.We pushed through the crowd as quickly as we could, the walls of people closing in on us with every step. “I should’ve had bodyguards ready,” Raymond shouted over the noise. “Sorry, Noah, I didn’t expect this.”I lifted Neil up into my arms. He tucked his head into my neck, hiding away from the noise and flashing cameras. “Sorry buddy,” I whispered in his ear. “We’ll be home soon.”As we reached the car, I glanced back and noticed Clara whispering something to a paparazzo. Then she started posing for pictures. My blood ran cold. I needed to get rid of her as soon as possible.I waded back through the crowd and grabbed her by the wrist. “Ow!” she feigne