Nicola Taylor I was kind of mad when I realized Sierra had dragged Cole in so fast that Arabella and I were left behind, as if we were just afterthoughts. I looked around the room, trying to spot Cole, and there he was, waving his hand around, probably trying to get my attention. I felt a little pa
I raised an eyebrow, tilting my head slightly as I considered her words. “What are you talking about, Jessica?” I asked, genuinely perplexed. I changed schools because my father got a better job. I have no idea what she was referring to. Jessica’s smirk deepened, clearly relishing the moment. “Oh
Nicola Taylor Jessica, who had clearly aimed to humiliate me, now stood there looking foolish. Her arms crossed, and her lips pressed into a thin line. “Well, isn’t that just sweet,” she sneered, though her voice lacked its usual venom. “But does she know the full story? Does she know you were the
Cole Harrington The car ride home felt like an eternity, the silence between us suffocating. Nicola sat beside me, her gaze fixed out the window, while I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. Arabella, drowsy in the backseat, broke the tension only once or twice with her
Nicola Taylor It was my first anniversary today. I couldn’t believe it had already been a year since I married Cole. The day had come and gone in a blur, with little to distinguish it from any other day in this strange new routine we’d fallen into. For the past month, ever since we decided to sep
“You did,” I said sincerely, meaning it. Cole’s actions, his kindness, and his flaws all pointed to the fact that he had been raised with love and care. But that didn’t make things easier. If anything, it made the situation even more complicated. Sienna sipped her coffee, her eyes never leaving min
Nicola Taylor I hid in my room after dinner, my thoughts swirling as I tried to distract myself from the heavy ache in my chest. It was the day after our anniversary and I still haven’t recovered from the letter he wrote. Cole was here, dropping Arabella off after she'd spent a week with him and hi
"I just want to touch you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with longing and vulnerability. He reached out, his hands trembling slightly as they cupped my face. The warmth of his touch was electrifying, and I shivered despite the heat of the room. His fingers traced the contours of