His words struck a nerve. He was right, but I didn’t want to admit it. When I initially proposed marriage to Nicola, it was just for Arabella. I had decided to be a devoted, loyal husband to her. I was going to be intimate with her only for her. I was going to be romantic only for her sake. But now
Nicola Taylor The towering Harrington headquarters loomed before me as I arrived, a blend of excitement and nerves buzzing through me. It felt surreal, stepping into the epicenter of my husband's world, yet the irony was that my first visit wasn't to see Cole, but his brother, Lucas. He'd called la
Nicola Taylor I strode into the boutique with Isabelle in tow, feeling a surge of excitement. Shopping was never really my thing, but the prospect of playing dress-up with Lucas's assistant was oddly thrilling. Isabelle seemed hesitant, her steps slow and unsure, but I was determined to help her fi
“That does help, but now I’m like a hundred percent sure Lucas knows what you’re up to.” “I’ve been working with him for two years now. I think it’s fine,” she said, though her voice lacked confidence. I sighed, feeling a strange protective instinct over this woman I barely knew. “You seem like a
Nicola Taylor I entered the kitchen, a spring in my step, feeling elated. Helping Isabelle had been unexpectedly fulfilling, and making a new friend felt even better. Humming a cheerful tune, I reached for the teapot, my mind still buzzing peacefully. The aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the air
He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with passion as he looked at me. "You’re so beautiful," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "I can’t get enough of you." I blushed, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "Cole..." He silenced me with another kiss, his hands sliding under my shirt, making
Nicola Taylor We moved to the dining table, eager to know why Lucas wanted to talk to me. “So, I need to tell you something about Isabelle now that she is your friend. She is—” Lucas starts, sitting opposite me while Cole sits next to me. “I already told her,” Cole chimes in, starting to peel an
Cole Harrington Nicola and I stood at the doorstep of my parents' house, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows on the front yard. We had just arrived to drop off Arabella before heading to the conference Lucas had set up. It was supposed to be a quick farewell, but Bella seemed to be a little
“Because I knew you wouldn’t let me go,” she said simply. “You would’ve fought him, and he would’ve come after you too. After Arabella. I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t let him hurt you the way he wanted to hurt me.” The three of us stood in silence, the weight of Courtney’s confession hanging heavy
Nicola Taylor Arabella went back inside, her small figure disappearing into the house with a frustrated sigh. The heavy front door creaked as it closed, leaving just the three of us standing in the cool morning air. Silence settled over the driveway, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves i
Nicola Taylor The night was a restless blur. Aaron’s small, trembling body pressed against mine as he cried himself to sleep, his tears soaking through my shirt. I stayed with him, stroking his hair and whispering soft reassurances until his breathing evened out. Even then, I couldn’t bring myself
Nicola Taylor As I sat on Emma’s worn but cozy couch, “I think I should head home now,” I said, breaking the comfortable silence between us. “I miss my kids, and I can’t keep running away. If I stay away much longer, Cole might do something drastic to track me down.” The thought made my stomach ch
Cole Harrington “Where is she?” my mom screamed, her voice cutting through the thick tension in the room as her glare landed on Courtney. Courtney shrank back, but she didn’t respond, her face pale and drawn. My mother had never been a fan of Courtney—not openly hostile, but certainly not warm. S
Nicola Taylor Her apartment was modest but surprisingly clean. A small living room with a sagging couch and mismatched furniture opened into a kitchenette. A door to the left likely led to her bedroom, and there was a pile of laundry in one corner. The faint smell of lavender hung in the air, mixi
“So, what’s going on?” she asked, her tone flat, as if she had asked this question to a thousand strangers and didn’t expect much of an answer. I froze, not sure if I wanted to spill my thoughts to a complete stranger. But something in her gaze—apathetic yet steady—made me falter. My walls were alr
Nicola Taylor The cab came to a screeching halt outside a small café, its warm yellow lights spilling out onto the darkened street like a lifeline. I thanked the driver, handed him a crumpled bill from the cash in my back pocket, and stepped out, realizing with a jolt of panic that I had left my p
Nicola Taylor I stood there, numb, watching the scene unfold in front of me. It was as though time had frozen, and in that moment, the weight of the truth crashed down on me. For six long years, I had loved Cole with every part of me. I had given him my heart, my trust, my soul. Yet, standing there