Lindsay POV I was nervous as I made my way to the fancy London restaurant where I had arranged to meet Laura. The last time I saw her, I had yelled at her, letting out all the frustration and pain I felt due to Gideon's obsession with her. Now, as I walked through the streets of London, I knew I n
Lindsay POV After the meeting with Laura, I knew I had to head straight to the Bathory mansion to confront Gideon. The weight of the decision I was about to make was immense, but it was clear in my mind: I needed to do this, for me and for Wyatt. When I arrived at the mansion, I was greeted by Ma
Lindsay POV I was finishing packing my things in that room that had been ours for so many years when Gideon walked in. The air between us was heavy with sadness, the silence of those final moments almost tangible. We were already divorced, and each movement, each packed box, was like a reminder of
Lindsay POV Nowadays Arriving home after an unhealthy day at Hextec was like a relief, a refreshment for the soul. I knew I needed some time away from Gideon, especially after yesterday, when I gave in to his charms. That was a mistake, and I couldn't let it happen again. I had to be firm becaus
Jason POV Frustration bubbled inside me like a cauldron about to overflow. Laura's words echoed in my head, over and over, like a scratched record. "Zoey needs to be kept under control." What the hell! As if I were some kind of puppeteer, pulling the strings of a girl I barely knew. I wasn't being
Today, I decided to cook my husband's favorite dish. I always enjoyed pleasing him and taking care of our marriage. I wanted him to know how much I loved him and how happy I was that he married me. We got married right after college, and we had been together for five years. My husband, Jason Davies
"Jason did what? Good Lord!" I heard my friend practically scream with surprise on the other end of the line. She seemed stunned by that sudden news. "Tell me it's not true, Laura, please." "I wish it were untrue too, Ava, but Jason just left the house with his bags..." I said, my voice still choke
"What do you mean you have a bride? You’re joking, right?" I stuttered, completely stunned as my husband introduced the girl as his bride. "Don't look so surprised, Laura. It's not like this is anything new," Jason said, shrugging slightly, his demeanor oddly calm. Suddenly my throat felt so dry,
Jason POV Frustration bubbled inside me like a cauldron about to overflow. Laura's words echoed in my head, over and over, like a scratched record. "Zoey needs to be kept under control." What the hell! As if I were some kind of puppeteer, pulling the strings of a girl I barely knew. I wasn't being
Lindsay POV Nowadays Arriving home after an unhealthy day at Hextec was like a relief, a refreshment for the soul. I knew I needed some time away from Gideon, especially after yesterday, when I gave in to his charms. That was a mistake, and I couldn't let it happen again. I had to be firm becaus
Lindsay POV I was finishing packing my things in that room that had been ours for so many years when Gideon walked in. The air between us was heavy with sadness, the silence of those final moments almost tangible. We were already divorced, and each movement, each packed box, was like a reminder of
Lindsay POV After the meeting with Laura, I knew I had to head straight to the Bathory mansion to confront Gideon. The weight of the decision I was about to make was immense, but it was clear in my mind: I needed to do this, for me and for Wyatt. When I arrived at the mansion, I was greeted by Ma
Lindsay POV I was nervous as I made my way to the fancy London restaurant where I had arranged to meet Laura. The last time I saw her, I had yelled at her, letting out all the frustration and pain I felt due to Gideon's obsession with her. Now, as I walked through the streets of London, I knew I n
Lindsay POV The sun had barely begun to rise when I heard the knock at my hotel room door. I wasn't expecting anyone, especially not him. My heart jumped, a mix of fear and anger spreading through my veins. I knew it was Gideon even before opening the door. There he stood, with an expression that
Gideon POV I was sitting in the mansion's living room, head bowed, my thoughts devouring me like a storm. Lindsay had left, leaving behind an echo of our fight, a void that seemed to swallow the soul of the house. It was all my fault; I knew it with every fiber of my being. My thoughts spun uncontr
A thread of tears ran down my face; I hated feeling so weak. “I don't need your money, Gideon,” I mumbled. “I don't need anything from you; I'm just going to take my son and leave here." He was silent for a few seconds. Then, the coldness in his eyes gave way to something darker, something more thr
Lindsay POV I was crying so much that I could barely breathe properly. My quick steps echoed through the mansion, that immense, cold place that for seven years I tried to call home. Everything there seemed oppressive: the ostentatious chandeliers, the immaculate furniture, the walls covered with a