RaymondAfter Noah left, I was a shell of myself. The mansion had turned into a place of suffocating despair. I tried to hold it together for Neil’s sake, but the effort was exhausting. I worked from home, unable to bear the thought of walking into the office. My reflection in the mirror was a ghost of its former self. My unshaved stubble and eyes heavy with sleepless nights, were nothing like the man I had been only a week ago. I was losing myself in the despair of losing the love of my life.Every day, I replayed the events over and over, searching for some clarity. I wished I could explain to Noah that nothing significant happened with Clara. But the more I replayed it, the more I doubted myself. Clara’s ‘accidental’ kiss—why hadn’t I pulled away sooner? And the incident at the tennis court, when Clara leaned into me, making me uncomfortable—why did I let it go that far? The night we spent on the couch, watching that movie, why didn’t I just go to bed? Not only that, my belief in
NoahI clutched the phone to my ear, my knuckles white, as I paced across the penthouse floor. “Don’t lie to me, Raymond. I know Clara was with you,” I demanded. My voice was tight with frustration and lingering betrayal.“Noah, no… Clara’s visit was unsolicited. I immediately sent her away,” Raymond’s voice came through, calm but tinged with desperation. He sounded sincere. But how many times had I trusted his words only to be hurt again?I hesitated. My anger wavered as a soft, uncertain “Oh…” slipped from my lips. I wanted to believe him. But the image of Clara in our home gnawed at me. “I hope you’re telling me the truth, Raymond,” I said, my voice softening despite myself.“I promise you I am, Noah,” Raymond insisted, his tone even more earnest. “She was only here for two minutes. Ask Neil if you want to fact-check.”I let out a slow breath, some of the tension draining from my shoulders. “Okay… Sorry for freaking out, Raymond.” My words were quiet, almost a whisper. It felt str
Noah“Hi, Mr. Weston. It’s so good to hear from you. How is my mother? Is she okay?” I tried to keep the panic out of my voice, though my heart raced with anxiety.“Evelyn is finally out of quarantine, Noah. You can visit her now,” he answered, relief and warmth evident in his voice.“Oh, thank God! Thank you so much for letting me know. Neil and I will visit you both tomorrow.”As I hung up the phone, a wave of emotions crashed over me. I had waited so long for this moment. To finally reunite with my mother. To introduce her to Neil, the grandson she had never met. The thought of seeing her again brought tears to my eyes, but they were tears of relief and gratitude.“Neil,” I called, turning to my son, who was watching the fish in the zoo’s aquarium. “Guess what? You’re going to meet Grandma tomorrow!”Neil’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Really, Mommy? I finally get to meet Grandma?”I smiled at his enthusiasm. “Yes you will, darling. And we want to make a good impression.”The next
NoahMr. Weston, Evelyn and Neil all looked at me with expectant faces. I didn’t know what to say. I hesitated, the question cutting deep. The painful look in my eyes must have given away my inner turmoil.“Raymond, uh… Things are a bit… complicated right now,” I replied, my voice tight with emotion.Evelyn noticed my distress immediately and changed the subject. She turned to Neil with a warm smile. “So, Neil, how are things in school?”Neil started chatting away about his friends and teachers, and proudly announced he got the best grade in his class this semester. “That's amazing, Neil. You must make your mommy very proud,” Evelyn said with a warm smile.“He sure does,” I replied, smiling gratefully at Evelyn for the smooth distraction. A little later, she asked if I wanted to take a walk through the garden with her. While Neil was playing fetch with the little dog on the other side of the lawn, we strolled through her quaint vegetable and herb garden. The air was filled with the s
NoahThe sound of Cassandra's excited voice filled the air as she spun around, a whirlwind of energy and enthusiasm. I watched her with a mix of amusement and hesitation. Vegas? I wasn’t sure if I could. My heart was still heavy, weighed down by everything that had happened with Raymond. The idea of celebrating anything just felt… wrong.“I know you’re my maid of honor, Noah, so traditionally you would be in charge of organizing my bachelorette party. But with everything you’re going through… I thought I’d take it on myself,” Cassandra explained, her smile bright and infectious.I opened my mouth to protest, to tell her that I wasn’t up for it. My mind was a fog of confusion and sadness. The last thing I felt capable of right now was partying in Las Vegas.“Oh… I don’t know, Cass… I’m not really in the best space right now,” I began, trying to find the right words to let her down gently. “Exactly,” she interjected, her tone firm yet gentle. “This will be the perfect distraction, Noah
NoahThe policeman, tall and broad-shouldered, pulled me up against him. “You are under arrest for being too beautiful tonight,” he said, his voice low and playful.Oh no… Suddenly, it dawned on me. Did Cassandra hire a stripper for me?! The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt my face flush with mortification. I glanced over at Cassandra, who was laughing so hard she could barely stand. The other girls joined in. Their laughter echoed in my ears, making my embarrassment even more unbearable.I couldn’t believe this was happening. How did I go from dealing with marital chaos, to being the center of a bachelorette party gone wild in Las Vegas? I wanted to disappear. To melt into the floor and escape the humiliation. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the kind of person who enjoyed this kind of attention. Especially not from a complete stranger who was only here because he was paid to be.The other stripper, equally as muscular but with a charming grin, focused on Cassandra. “Good e
NoahThe neon lights of Las Vegas flickered against the inky sky, casting a surreal glow over the bustling streets. My head was spinning. Not just from the alcohol, but from the whirl of emotions I couldn’t seem to escape. Cassandra and I had just left the club, the loud music still echoing in my ears, when I spotted him—a tall figure standing a little distance away. The outline of his broad shoulders was eerily familiar, even in the dark.I blinked, trying to steady myself. There, under the glimmering lights, was Raymond. My breath caught in my throat. What was he doing here?He was smoking a cigarette. A scantily dressed woman stood next to him. Her hand rested lightly on his arm as she leaned in close, laughing at something he said. My heart dropped. Since when did Raymond smoke? And why was he in Las Vegas, of all places, with this… woman? The jealousy flared hot in my chest, followed by confusion. This wasn’t like him.Without thinking, I staggered closer. My heels clicked again
NoahShould I dance with this Raymond lookalike? In my drunken state, it was almost funny. It was like the universe was playing a grand, cosmic joke on me. Here I was, in the middle of a crowded Las Vegas club. Facing a man who looked so much like my husband. The same husband who had broken my heart.I hesitated for a moment, lost between the intoxicating buzz of alcohol and the flood of memories that came with just looking at him. My lips curved into a dazed smile at the ridiculousness of the situation. Thomas interpreted my smile as a yes, and moved in closer. His movements synced up effortlessly with mine as the beat pulsed through the air.I stepped back slightly, raising my voice to be heard over the thumping bass. “Oh no, no… I’m married. To Raymond, in fact.”His eyes widened in recognition. And then he laughed, the sound somehow both charming and mocking. “No way! That explains the look of confusion last night.” His grin didn’t falter as he raised his hands. “Don’t worry, I