NoahI stood before the statue. My eyes locked on the stone figure of a man surrounded by small children, their innocent faces turned up toward him in wonder. A chill crawled down my spine as I stared at their tiny, trusting expressions. My mind went to Neil. I couldn’t help but wonder—what if there were other children, just as innocent, trapped in Thomas's sick web? I had no idea what that monster was capable of. But I had no doubt that his cruelty had no bounds. My stomach churned, and I forced myself to look away.“Noah! Come here, quick!” Raymond’s urgent voice cut through the tense quiet.I spun around, hurrying to where he crouched on the other side of the statue. His fingers brushed away dirt and grime from the base, revealing a small inscription carved into the stone. It was so small and seemingly meaningless that I never would’ve noticed it if he hadn’t pointed it out.“This is it,” Raymond whispered, glancing up at me.I knelt beside him, squinting at the tiny etchings. “It
Noah"Raymond!" I cried, panic rising in my voice.The officer's grip on my arm tightened as he dragged me toward the building, his fingers digging into my skin. I pulled against his hold, my heart pounding wildly. I needed to get out of this, now.Raymond was out of the car in an instant, storming toward us like a thundercloud ready to break. His eyes blazed with a fury I hadn’t seen in a long time. "Let her go!" he roared, his voice echoing through the lot. The officer's confident smirk wavered, uncertainty flickering in his eyes as Raymond approached.“She’s my wife,” Raymond growled, stepping between us. He loomed over the officer, his fists clenched at his sides, ready to strike. “You will show her respect, or I swear, I’ll report this. Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with? I could ruin you.”For a moment, there was a stand-off. The officer's eyes darted between Raymond and me, calculating. My breath caught in my throat, fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins.Fina
NoahRaymond stirred awake, his eyes blinking rapidly as he realized the position we were in. His arm had draped around me during the night, and we were spooning in the bed. The second he noticed, he pulled away. His face flushed with embarrassment.“Sorry, Noah,” he muttered, sitting up quickly. “I… my body must’ve moved closer while I was sleeping. I didn’t mean to—”I crossed my arms, still feeling the lingering warmth of his body against mine. “Oh…”“I swear, nothing happened. You know I would never do that,” he said. His voice was steady, yet tinged with guilt.He was right. Despite everything, Raymond would never cross that line. “I know you wouldn’t,” I sighed, dropping my arms to my sides. “It’s just… after what happened yesterday, I’m still on edge.”Raymond nodded, his expression softening. “Of course. You have every right to be angry.”“I’m not angry,” I said, surprising even myself. It was true. His touch had startled me, but it hadn’t felt wrong. In fact, deep down, I had
NoahStill clinging to Raymond’s arm, we stepped cautiously into the temple’s entrance. The air inside was thick, damp and musty, as if no fresh breeze had touched these walls in centuries. Every breath felt heavy. Darkness swallowed the narrow corridor ahead, making it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of us. Raymond reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and switching on the flashlight. A dim, shaky beam of light pierced the darkness, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls.The walls were etched with ancient carvings—faded images of serpents and jaguars intertwined with patterns I couldn’t recognize. The floor was uneven, cracked stones jutting out in jagged angles. Every step we took echoed down the corridor.I held my breath, trying to make as little noise as possible. Each small shift in the air, each faint sound—a distant shuffle, a whispered breeze—made my heart jump. It was impossible to tell whether it was the temple creaking with age, or something—som
NoahThe men pushed us deeper and deeper into the temple, the faint light from the room behind us fading into a distant glow. The narrow tunnel was dimly lit by flickering torches mounted along the crumbling walls. The stone beneath our feet was cold, and the air grew damper the farther we went. My mind was racing—where were they taking us? How far down did this labyrinth of tunnels go?Each step felt like we were descending into a place we wouldn’t come back from.Raymond kept a calm facade. But I noticed the thin sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, despite the biting chill. His breath was steady, his gaze unwavering, but I knew him well enough to sense his nerves. This was dangerous territory. Neither of us had any control over what was happening. I tried to memorize the twists and turns of the labyrinth, but it was impossible. Every passage looked the same—dark, foreboding, and endless. There was no way out of here on our own.The men stopped abruptly, and one of them knoc
NoahThe voice that had called out sounded hollow, unnatural, like something conjured from nightmares. The door creaked open slowly, the sound echoing in the oppressive silence. My heart pounded. I held my breath, bracing for whatever horror might step into the room. Was this the work of some dark spirit trapped in the temple’s ancient depths? But then, a small face peeked around the door. It was a girl, barely a teenager.“W-who are you?” the girl’s trembling voice asked. She was pale, gaunt. Her wide eyes darted around the room, as though she expected something terrible to leap from the shadows.Raymond and I stared at her, speechless for a moment. It took me a second to shake off my surprise. “I’m Noah,” I said softly, trying to keep my voice calm despite the whirlwind of emotions I was feeling. “And this is my husband, Raymond. Who are you?”“I’m Ariadna,” the girl whispered. Her voice was barely audible, like a lost soul. Her eyes flitted nervously, and I wondered what horrors
NoahI squeezed myself tightly into the crevice of the cold stone wall. My heart raced as I tried to make myself as small and invisible as possible. My breath came in shallow, quiet bursts. I prayed the guards wouldn’t find me. Every sound echoed off the ancient walls, making it hard to distinguish how close or far they were. From my hiding place, I listened as their heavy footsteps approached, followed by a rough voice.“What were you doing? Where’s the woman?” one of the guards demanded immediately.“She escaped,” Raymond’s voice came, calm and steady despite the tension hanging in the air.“What? Impossible!” the guard growled, his disbelief sharp.“I was just about to follow her out,” Raymond said with a hint of sarcasm.There was a pause, and I imagined the guards exchanging doubtful glances. “Hah! No one ever makes it out of here alive,” one of them scoffed. “Good luck to her. Well, we only need your signature, Raymond,” he added, his voice turning smug. “Let’s see if you’ve cha
NoahMy heart pounded in my chest as Ari and I hurriedly bundled the fire-making supplies. We used strips of cloth torn from old garments Ari had scavenged from the temple’s skeletons—chilling reminders of the fate that had befallen so many before us. Raymond’s scream echoed in my mind, sharp and pained. It wasn’t like him to cry out, which made it worse. What were they doing to him?Ari lit a torch from the small fire we had, then quickly snuffed it out. "We'll need this later," she whispered. I nodded, swallowing the growing lump of fear in my throat.We pushed the makeshift bundles of fire-starting material through the narrow gap in the wall, then crawled after them. My pregnant belly pressed uncomfortably against the cold stone, but I forced myself to keep moving. There was no time to waste."Let’s go," Ari said softly, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. She led the way, and I followed close behind. My heart was racing with each step.We moved swiftly through the maz
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—