Emily spent the following four days on edge, always glancing over her shoulder and leaping at each unusual sound.
On the third day, Emily's heart sprang into her throat as the doorbell rang. She looked through the peephole and saw Jake standing on the threshold. Her stomach churned, but she braced herself and opened the door.
"What do you want, Jake?" Her tone was frigid, and her look was hard.
Jake was somewhat surprised by her response. "Emily, I just want to talk."
Emily moved aside and let him enter. "Fine. "But make it quick."
Jake entered the living room, his eyes darting about anxiously, as if expecting someone to spring out at him. "I know you
Emily felt more confident as she drove away from her meeting with Jake happy that she had made things clear with him, the last thing she wanted was another complication in her life right now. Her mind was racing with ideas and schemes, each one on how to cleanse her identity and safeguard her relationship with Will.Her phone vibrated as she got home. She looked at the device and saw a message from an unknown number: "We should talk. Now."Emily frowned, wondering who it may be. She wrote a rapid response, "Who is this?"The answer was immediate: "Meet me at the Maple Street café in 30 minutes. It's important."Emily felt her heart skip a beat. Could this be Victoria? Or is anybody else engaged in the s
As Emily drove away, Samantha sat at the café, her mind racing with contradictory ideas. She had given Emily some of the truth about Jake's plans, but she had left out her own involvement in the growing drama. Samantha was more than simply a worried friend; she had her own purpose, which was closely linked to her affections for Jake.She took a sip of her coffee, hoping to calm her anxiety. She recalled the moment she fell for Jake. It was intoxicating, the forbidden appeal of being with Emily's lover. Samantha had begun a wild, secret romance with Jake, but she quickly realised she was actually in love with him. She'd persuaded herself that their connection was genuine, and that they were destined to be together. But Jake had never fully let go of Emily,even after they broke up, which drove Samantha to the brink of despair.---Samantha recounted the chat she had just had with Emily. She knew she had to be cautious; one wrong move might ruin all she had fought for. She took out her
Samantha rushed out of Jake's flat, her head full of wrath and resolve. As she went down the street, she repeated the encounter in her mind, each word he spoke stinging harder than the previous. The shame, rage, and betrayal all combined to ignite a fierce determination inside her. She was not going to allow Jake, Emily, or anyone else to ruin her life. She would take over and make them all pay.---Samantha started to plot her strategy while walking through the downtown streets. She'd spent too much time playing second fiddle, first to Emily and now to Jake's obsession. If she couldn't have Jake's affection, she'd make sure that no one else could. She had attempted to influence Emily in order to warn her about Jake, but her plan had failed terribly. She wanted a fresh method, one that placed her in control.Samantha decided to visit Victoria. Victoria disliked Emily as much as she did. Samantha felt certain that Victoria would be eager to establish an alliance since the two ladies ha
Emily paced the living room, her thoughts racing with the events of the last few days. The uncomfortable meeting with Samantha had made her nervous, and Jake's strange infatuation added to her concerns. She had spent the whole day cleaning up the home, attempting to restore a feeling of normality in anticipation of Will's return. The clock on the wall appeared to tick louder with each passing minute, raising her suspense and concern.Finally, the sound of the front door opening carried throughout the house. Emily's pulse raced as she dashed to the hallway, where she spotted Will waiting with his suitcase, looking exhausted but pleased to be back home. He dropped his luggage and held her fiercely, the warmth of his arms relieving some of her anxiety."Hey, you," he whispered quietly, planting a kiss on her forehead. "I missed you.""I missed you too," Emily said, hugging him tight. She drew back slightly to gaze at him, and a grin broke through her frightened countenance. "How was your
Emily was experiencing a rare moment of serenity. Will had returned from a business trip, and despite the hazy troubles he alluded about with his firm, his mere presence offered her solace. She was making supper in the kitchen, and the scent of boiling spaghetti sauce filled the air. Will was in the living room, checking up on business emails.An abrupt tap on the door broke the quiet evening. Emily scowled and glanced at the clock. It was rare for someone to drop by unexpectedly at this hour. She cleaned her hands with a towel and went to answer the door.Jake was on the porch, looking untidy and angry. Emily's heart skipped a beat, and she reflexively gripped the door handle harder."Jake? "What are you doing here?" she said, attempting to keep her voice calm.Jake's eyes were wild, and his face flushed with rage. "We need to speak, Emily. Now."Emily paused, looking back to the living room, where Will was. "I do not believe that is a good idea, Jake. "You should leave."Before she
The morning light seeped through the kitchen window, spreading a warm glow across the room as Emily poured herself a cup of coffee. The events of the previous night were still vivid in her thoughts, but she was determined to start the day with a clean slate. Will had already gone to work, and Emily was looking forward to a quiet day to gather her thoughts and plan their next actions.As she drank her coffee, she noticed a faint rumbling. The sound of the mail slot clattering rang across the corridor, heralding the arrival of the morning mail. Emily placed down her cup and went over to the front door, where a tiny pile of mail was strewn on the doorstep.She snatched them up and flipped through the typical collection of invoices and adverts. Just as she was going to trash them, one envelope drew her attention. The envelope was basic and unmarked, with no return address or stamp. The only thing written on it was her name, handwritten in a rushed, almost frenzied style.Emily's heart ski
Emily went outdoors into the clean, chilly morning air, her thoughts already whirling with the events of the previous day. The enigmatic message, Jake's surprise arrival, and her growing concern for Samantha and Victoria put her on edge. She wanted a diversion to calm her thoughts. Walking in the park sounded like a wonderful idea.Emily took a few seconds to relax as she wandered along the tree-lined path, soaking in the fresh air and attempting to throw her anxieties behind. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, disturbing the peace. She took it out to see a message from Lisa, an old acquaintance she hadn't seen in years."Hello, Emily. Can we meet? It is urgent. - Lisa"Emily frowned, her curiosity aroused. Lisa was always a wonderful friend, but they had lost contact after high school. What was the reason she needed to see her right away? Emily hurriedly typed her answer."Okay, Lisa. "When and where?"The reply arrived nearly quickly."How about the café on Maple Street in an hour?"
Will sat in his office, his desk filled with papers and documents. He scratched his temples, feeling the weight of the day bear down on him. His firm had been facing a series of unexplainable setbacks, and despite his best efforts, he was unable to determine the cause of the problem. It seemed as if someone was actively sabotaging his attempts.Just as he was ready to depart for the day, his phone vibrated with an incoming call. He peered at the computer and recognized Mark, one of his most trusted coworkers."Hello, Mark. "What's up?" Will responded, attempting to sound more enthusiastic than he felt."Will, we should discuss. "It's all about the company," Mark continued, his voice low and anxious. "Can we meet in the bar around the block in 30 minutes? It's important."Will's heart fell. Mark was not someone who exaggerated or made frivolous demands. "Sure, I'll be there."---The bar was softly lit, in sharp contrast to the bright, busy workplace. Will saw Mark at a corner table, n