NoahEver since Lisa's death, Raymond hired a housekeeper to do the cooking, cleaning and laundry. I only assisted with his medical care. Even though I felt bad for not helping more, I was grateful. I felt so weak and tired to the bone.The grief hurt so much. It felt like the loss of Lisa had knocked a huge gaping hole in my being. The emptiness felt dark, painful and raw. I spent most of my days in bed or on the wooden terrace, staring out over the lake.Death was an inevitable part of life. I learned that lesson as a young girl, growing up without my parents. I had always known that death could come at any moment. But this was the first time I experienced a loved one’s death consciously, as an adult. It hurt more than I ever imagined.On the morning of Lisa's funeral, Raymond and I had a light breakfast together, although I wasn’t hungry and felt queasy. We both got dressed in black and took his BMW to the funeral.The season was turning to winter. The weather outside was gloomy. T
OwenAs I drove back from the cemetery, Noah’s words echoed in my mind. They left me unsettled and filled me with doubt. I needed answers. Josie seemed to hold the key to understanding what happened at the Grand Palais hotel.When I arrived home, I found Josie sitting alone in the living room. She was still wearing the inappropriately sexy black dress that she wore to the funeral. Her expression was a mix of sadness and defiance. She looked up as I entered. Her eyes searched mine for a hint of what I was thinking.“I saw you talking to Noah before I left the cemetery,” She pouted, “What were you talking about? Was it about those texts? Did you not believe me?”I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before I spoke.“Josie, I need to know the truth,” I began, my voice tinged with urgency. “Noah told me what happened at the hotel. She said you drugged her and almost got her raped.”Josie’s eyes widened, shock flashing across her face before she composed herself. “Owen, I… I didn’t d
NoahDays of retching left me feeling weak and haggard, but I resisted going to the hospital. The memories from the last time I was there were too painful. The hurt of Lisa’s loss still lingered.Instead, I spent hours with my laptop on the terrace by the lake. The winter sun warmed my icy fingers as I searched online for answers. Various possibilities came up, from food poisoning to a stomach virus. But one result kept appearing more frequently than others: pregnancy. It seemed absurd, ridiculous even. I couldn’t be pregnant.I comforted myself with the thought that it was just a stomach bug. Maybe something I ate at the funeral. Determined to find some relief, I decided to go to the pharmacy.Standing in front of the full-length mirror in my room, I took in my reflection. My stomach looked the same as usual… I shook my head. Then I got dressed in my winter attire.The rich, emerald green of my cashmere turtleneck sweater contrasted beautifully against my fair skin. The fabric felt l
NoahAfter a night full of strange, vivid dreams, I woke up as a wave of nausea hit me. I was prepared for it this time. I threw up into the bucket I had placed next to the bed the day before. I was hoping to find that my period started last night. It hadn’t.I got up and had a long shower. My appointment at the hospital later this morning made me feel nervous. Although it would be good to finally get some answers.I got out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my body and another around my hair. I noticed the pregnancy test that I had tossed next to the sink yesterday. A nagging feeling of anxiety nestled in my chest. I hid the test in the back of a bathroom cabinet, then got ready for the day.“Morning,” I said to Raymond as I passed him in the hallway. He had been feeling a lot better lately. His rib was healing well. He even felt good enough to work from home. He spent a lot of his time in the study, on conference calls and working through emails that had built up over his si
NoahStaring at the screen of the ultrasound, I felt a wave of disbelief wash over me. The gynecologist was still speaking. She pointed to the faint image of a tiny life inside me. Her words seemed distant and muffled.How could this be true? My mind raced, trying to piece together my memories. In the last months of my marriage with Owen, we never shared intimate moments anymore.The only time… Oh, my God. It must have happened that night at the hotel. I counted back. Yes, that was about 6 weeks ago. That would mean…Raymond was the baby’s father.A fleeting image crossed my mind. Raymond and I sitting by his lake on a checkered blanket. Drinking champagne and snacking fr
NoahSuddenly, I became aware of my behavior and quickly put my phone down. What was I doing? My mind raced. I couldn’t just call Raymond. This wasn't the right time to tell him. We weren’t even in a relationship. A one-night stand? What did that even mean?I took a deep breath and forced myself to stand up. The hospital's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I walked to the exit. The world outside felt disorienting after the emotional whirlwind I just went through.When I got back to Raymond’s villa, the quietness of the place felt overwhelming. The spacious rooms, filled with memories of shared laughter and late-night talks, now seemed to echo my confusion and worry.The d
NoahOwen’s expression was a mix of frustration and desperation. His presence brought back a flood of memories. There was a time when he was the person I knew best in the world. But those days felt like a distant past. The trust between us had disintegrated into nothingness.I felt nauseous and tired, and just wanted to get this over with.“What is it, Owen?”“I came here to apologize for Josie,” he began, but his tone betrayed him. He wasn’t here to apologize; he wanted to justify her actions. Owen had always been like this, trying to rationalize everything and everyone. Even when it made no sense.“Josie said she was innocent,” Owen continued, his voice
NoahOwen’s response shocked me. Why did he think it was his baby? We hadn't been intimate for at least 3 months. I supposed he didn’t see the time period of my pregnancy on the report.“Owen…” I began. Curiously awaiting my response, he dropped the hand that held the piece of paper. I took the opportunity to grab it. With a swift motion, I folded the report and put it back in my bag. “Please stay out of my private matters. You had no right to look at this.” I said to him with a cold stare.I hesitated. Now was as good a time as any to tell him the truth. “You’re not my baby’s father, Owen. Now leave me alone. You're so sure about Josie’s good heart, so why do you keep bothering m