NoahA week passed, but it felt like I was drifting through time in a haze. I hadn’t told anyone about the appointment. Not Cassandra, not even my mother. The weight of the decision loomed over me like a dark cloud I couldn’t escape.By the time I arrived at the clinic, my hands were shaking. The sound of my own heartbeat was thunderous in my ears. The waiting room was quiet. The walls were a pale, clinical white. A few women sat scattered around. Their faces were downcast, their eyes fixed on magazines they weren’t really reading. I took a seat, wrapping my coat tighter around me as if it could shield me from everything that was about to happen.“Noah?” a soft voice called my name.I looked up to see a kind-looking gynecologist standing in the doorway. A young woman with warm brown eyes and a gentle smile. Her presence should’ve been comforting. But it only made me more aware of the gravity of what I was about to do.“Let’s have a look, shall we?” she said once we were inside the ex
NoahShould I answer? My thumb hovered over the screen, indecision swirling through me like a storm. Raymond had respected my wish for space. He hadn’t tried to contact me for weeks. So why now? My heart pounded, and my mind immediately jumped to Neil. What if something had happened to him?I swallowed hard and finally pressed the button, raising the phone to my ear. "H-hello?" My voice came out shaky, betraying the emotions I tried to suppress.“Noah, hi.” His voice was calm, but there was an underlying tension I couldn’t place.There was a long pause, filled only with the distant sound of traffic and my heartbeat thudding in my ears. I clenched my free hand, waiting for him to speak, my pulse racing with dread.“Is everything okay?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.“Yeah, uh... I just opened the mail and saw Simon and Cassandra’s wedding invitation.”I blinked, surprised by the turn in the conversation. That was what this was about? “Oh,” I said, not sure what to make of it.
NoahI sprinted up the stairs. My heart was pounding in my chest, dread curling in my stomach. “Neil, are you okay?!” My voice echoed off the walls, sharp with panic. “Who’s there?”A dozen scenarios raced through my mind. Could it be my mother again, making one of her surprise visits? She had a habit of appearing unannounced. But something in my gut told me this wasn’t her. The air was thick with a tension that chilled me to the bone.Almost at the top of the stairs, I heard it—a voice, familiar yet unexpected.“Hey, Neil!”It was soft, sugary. The kind of voice that felt out of place here, in my sanctuary.“Auntie Clara! You gave me such a fright!” Neil’s excited voice cut through the tension.Clara.My pulse quickened. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I reached the landing. What the hell was she doing here, showing up at my home uninvited?I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before turning the corner. When I finally stepped into the hallway, I saw her standing by th
NoahClara’s eyes locked onto mine, her expression unreadable. Her smile was slightly too wide to be genuine. I could almost see the gears turning behind her pretty facade. But what exactly was she up to? “Why do you ask?” I replied, my voice sharp. She studied me for a moment before finally speaking.“Well…” she began, her voice soft and deliberate, “I think I lost a necklace at the mansion. It might still be in the guest room, where I used to stay.” Her lips were curled into a thin smile, but the gleam in her eyes sent a shiver down my spine. “I don’t want to go when Raymond is there. Maybe... one day, when he’s out, you could take me there and I can look for it?”Her words were simple enough. But something about her tone, the way her gaze lingered on me, made me uneasy. Why would she only remember that necklace now? And why the mansion, of all places?I forced a smile, though every instinct screamed at me not to trust her. “I, uh, unfortunately don’t have a key to the mansion anym
NoahThe wedding was everything Cassandra had dreamed of—a true fairytale brought to life. The venue was set on a sprawling estate, surrounded by lush gardens that seemed to stretch on forever. Twinkling lights were woven through the trees, casting a soft, romantic glow across the scene. Rows of white chairs lined the path to the altar, draped in delicate lace and adorned with blush-colored roses. The air was warm, carrying the sweet scent of flowers mixed with the faint aroma of champagne. It was breathtaking—luxurious, romantic, and undeniably perfect for Cassandra.I stood by the aisle, my heart beating faster with every passing moment. As Cassandra’s maid of honor, I had the best view of everything—the guests arriving, the intricate floral arrangements, the beautiful way the sunset painted the sky with pink and orange hues. But my thoughts kept drifting, tugging me in a direction I wasn’t prepared to face.Raymond.As the best man, he stood directly across from me. He was facing
NoahRaymond watched me approach from the fountain, his expression unreadable. Though there was something pensive in the way his eyes tracked my movements. I could feel the weight of unspoken words between us, thickening the air. The quiet buzz of the wedding reception faded into the background as my heart pounded in my chest. Each step I took toward him felt heavier, filled with the dread of what was to come.His gaze didn’t waver. It wasn’t the same Raymond I had once known—there was a sadness behind his usual confidence. A vulnerability that caught me off guard. As I drew closer, I steeled myself, summoning the courage to tell him the news.“Can we talk? Privately?” I asked, my voice steady but brittle. He didn’t respond right away. He just gave a small nod, then stood up. The way he carried himself, shoulders slightly hunched, told me this conversation wasn’t going to be easy.We walked in silence toward the garden at the back of the estate. The lights twinkled softly above us, c
NoahThis wasn’t the first time I received photos of Owen cheating on me. The blonde hair and slender build of the woman kissing him reminded me of my best friend Josie. Could it be…? No, she would never do that to me! With trembling fingers, I dropped my phone. How could my husband cheat on me?! I thought I was the most important person in his life.After 7 horrible years at the orphanage, I was adopted by Owen’s family. I saved Owen's life when we were young. His family was so grateful that they took me in. How could Owen betray me after everything we went through?! We grew up together and were always inseparable. We fell in love and got married when we were 22 years old. I can’t believe that was almost 3 years ago now.But Owen had been acting very strange lately. These photos seemed to explain why… I had to confront him. “Owen?” I called out. “Owen, where are you?” He didn't answer. He must be upstairs.I walked up the stairs and heard him talking to his friend Simon on the pho
NoahMy heart sank when Owen picked up the phone. The screen clearly said “Josie”. He answered: “Hello? Yes, of course, sir. I can take a look at those documents for you.”I couldn't believe Owen was lying to my face. He glanced at me, then quickly walked over to the kitchen.When he thought I couldn't hear him, his voice softened. He sounded so sweet. Although I couldn’t hear his words, the way he spoke to Josie reminded me of the beginning of our romance.Owen was still trying to hide his betrayal from me. He must have forgotten that he gave away his secret last night, when he called me Josie. Those pictures on my phone left no doubt. He was cheating on me, with my best friend.I leaned up against the wall. I felt weakened by my fever and this emotional rollercoaster. I stared at my husband as he came back inside the living room. He avoided my eyes.It felt as if he had become a stranger. In the past, he would’ve never let me suffer like this.“I’ll pick you up later.” Owen said, re