Laura After I divorced Jason, things quickly started to become torture for me. I lost friends and people who I thought liked me but who only smiled at me because I was married to Jason, and now that I was separated from him, I no longer had any influence on them, so they started to pull away from m
LauraI was crying like never before. I was devastated and broke. Seeing Jason with his new wife in that restaurant broke me completely. He was taking his life, living his dream next to that woman, while I only sank even deeper into my pain. I was in the bathroom of the employee restaurant, throwin
Laura 5 years later "Mommy, please wake up. You have to take me to daycare." I heard my daughter's voice waking me up, so I opened my eyes. She was lying on top of me, spreading cute little kisses on my face. She was an adorable five-year-old girl with beautiful turquoise blue eyes. The color of h
"Woah, how do you manage to get more beautiful every day?" He asked flirtatiously, and I smiled. Richard was young, handsome, and rich. He has light hair and eyes, is tall and charismatic, and since I met him until today, he has been a complete savior for me. Richard helped me when I needed it most
LauraI was driving with Richard to Manhattan, and on the way, I was chatting via text with Ava, my friend, whom I've always kept in touch with. Avie: So you're going to Manhattan? Lau: Yes, it will be a quick lunch with some investors. So I don't have to worry about anything.Ava: What if you mee
Laura My hands were shaking as I pressed the ceramic tile on the bathroom sink. I was breathing in and out deeply, trying to control my emotions. I wasn't going to let my traumas defeat me like that, I was going to fight. Everything in the Charme restaurant reminded me of Jason and how our story
"Time has done you good, Laura. You look stunning," he said, still looking at me. "Holy crap, I still can't believe I finally found you." Richard, who was next to me, laughed lightly and commented, "That's curious, first this place and then you, it seems that Laura never stops surprising me." He wa
Laura"Sorry, but I'd like to just talk about the project," I said, looking serene on the outside, but on the inside, I was seething. I knew my ex-husband was crazy, but not to this extent. I mean, why the hell had he bought that place? Didn't he have anything else to do with his damn money? And why
Annie POV Peter Morton’s face was just inches from mine, staring at me. The electric blue of his eyes was so close I could see his irises dilating and contracting. “You okay, Lady Ann?” he asked. I sighed with a small smile, half in delight. “It’s been a while since anyone called me that.” Actual
Annie POV The masked boy—who I didn’t want to admit was Peter—took me to an upscale, comfortable hotel where I could spend the night safely, away from everything, and try to regain my composure and figure out what to do next. “You can stay here,” he said calmly, though his voice still carried a hi
Annie POV The masked boy led me through the dark campus, his hand firm in mine as we ran away from the ballroom. My legs trembled, the blue dress swishing with each step, and tears still streamed down my face, hot and relentless. The sound of the shouts, the judgments, still echoed in my head, bu
“No choice?” He cut me off, his tone incredulous. “Are you serious? You chose to help Madison make that video. You chose to plug it into the projector. And now Annie’s out there, broken, while you try to run from the responsibility. This doesn’t fix anything, Abby. It wasn’t supposed to end like thi
Abby POV I was there, tucked away in the shadows of the ballroom’s corner, my heart still racing as I watched the chaos I’d helped create unfold. The giant screen kept playing that horrible video, distorted and manipulated clips of Annie echoing through the room like a final verdict. People poin
Annie POV I was still on the dance floor, the warmth of the masked boy’s body against mine, my head resting on his chest as the slow music guided us. The sound of his heartbeat against my ear was almost hypnotic, and I let myself get lost in that feeling I couldn’t quite explain. He’d just said s
I swallowed hard, Caleb’s words coming back to haunt me. “Have you ever stopped to think that maybe we’ve gone too far?” He’d said that at the mall, and I’d hung up on him, but now they echoed in my head. Annie had hurt me, yes. The fight in the dorm, the way she called me fake, like I was trash she
Abby POV I was leaning against the wall of the ballroom, the cup of punch in my hand already warm and forgotten, as I watched Annie dance with that masked boy. The soft lights of the ball cast shadows over them, and even from so far away, you could feel something in the air—a chemistry almost tangi
Anne POV I was there, trying to at least pretend I was enjoying the party with Summer, letting the loud music and spinning lights distract me from the weight pressing on my chest. Summer danced beside me, throwing her arms up with that endless energy of hers, and I tried to keep up, forcing a smile