ElizabethThe moment we step into the living room, I feel my breath catch in my throat. My heart drops, thudding painfully in my chest as my eyes land on the massive portrait hanging above the fireplace mantle.The woman’s piercing blue eyes seem to follow me as I take hesitant steps forward, her golden blonde hair falling in perfect waves around her delicate face. Her expression is soft but haunting, her beauty almost unreal. I can’t look away.It can’t be, I think to myself, my pulse quickening. My hands feel clammy, my head light. I know that face. I know her.“Sarah,” I whisper under my breath, the name feeling foreign yet familiar as it passes my lips.This is Sebastian’s wife?My head feels like it’s going to explode. Sarah. My Sarah. She’s dead?The room tilts slightly as the realisation crashes into me like a wave.I glance at Sebastian out of the corner of my eye, trying to gauge if he can see the recognition written all over my face. His sharp gaze is locked on me, and I kno
ElizabethBy the time I get home, I’m fuming. My head feels like it’s about to burst from the storm of emotions raging inside me. Sebastian’s words play over and over in my mind, each one louder than the last."Christopher left her to die.""Your miscarriages weren’t accidents.""Christopher is a monster."I can’t make sense of any of it. There’s too much happening all at once.First, I lost Edward, the only person who made me feel truly alive after everything.Then Sam—the doctor I only trust—tells me that my miscarriages weren’t accidents, and now Sebastian is accusing Christopher of being responsible for the death of his wife, Sarah.Could I truly be this blind? I ask myself, shaking my head as I pull into the driveway. Can my judgement really be this broken?I walk into the house without caring whether Christopher is home or not. I’m past worrying. My anger is too consuming, my need for answers too desperate.As I step into the living room, I see Agnes sitting on the couch, foldin
ElizabethThe steering wheel feels cold against my palms, even though the heater in the car is blasting.My fingers grip it tightly as I drive, the city blurring past me. My chest feels heavy, and my thoughts swirl like a storm. Too many questions haunt me, gnawing at the edges of my sanity.I take a sharp breath and force my focus back onto the road.My hands tremble slightly, but I press on. The car radio hums softly in the background, but I’m not listening. My mind keeps returning to Dr. Maggie Walker—my OBGYN through everything. She’d know. She had to know.Christopher's office offered no answers.The sight of the familiar plaza brings a strange mix of comfort and unease.I park in my usual spot, second from the end, where the shadow of the large oak tree shades the car. As I step out, the crisp air hits my face, and I tug my coat tighter around me. My boots click against the pavement as I make my way to the entrance.The plaza hasn’t changed much. The coffee shop on the corner st
ElizabethBack home, the silence is unbearable. It presses against my chest, heavy and stifling, as I step into the house. Edward’s cries still echo in my mind, piercing and raw, like a wound that won’t heal. I slam the door shut behind me, my breaths coming in shallow gasps.Damn the Bell family. Damn every single one of them.How did it come to this?I toss my bag onto the couch and make my way to the office, slamming the door behind me for good measure. The sound reverberates through the house, but it does nothing to calm the storm inside me. My hands tremble as I grip the edge of the desk. My vision blurs with unshed tears, but I force myself to stay upright.I did everything for them. For Christopher. For Edward. I gave up my dreams, my freedom, and my damn trust fund to help save their sinking company. And what did I get in return? Betrayal. Lies.I hate them. I hate him.And yet… I still can’t make sense of what Sebastian told me. Was he wrong? Was he lying?The uncertainty gna
ElizabethI’m pacing the study, my heels clicking against the wooden floor. The sound echoes in the otherwise silent room, but it does nothing to calm me. My hands are trembling, my heart racing so fast I can feel it pounding in my throat. I keep replaying the moment over and over in my mind, the words that spilled from Christopher’s declaration. “Divorce Agreement. Full custody of Edward awarded to the Father.How dare he? After everything he’s put me through?After all the cheating, the lies, and the bruises he left on my body?And to bring his mistress Celeste into our home, as though she belongs here, as though she has the right to witness this? My nails dig into the palm of my hand as I fight back the tears burning in my eyes.But these aren’t tears of heartbreak. No, that part of me—whatever love I had left for Christopher—died a long time ago.These tears are born of anger, a rage so fierce I feel it will consume me. I hear the heavy thud of footsteps approaching, and my b
ChristopherEverything is moving in slow motion.My mind feels like it’s swimming through molasses, stuck on Elizabeth’s words.How did she know about Sarah? How could she possibly know?It’s been years. I buried that part of my life so deep I thought it would never resurface. I made sure of it. And yet, somehow, she knows.I stare blankly at the wall, the voices of Elizabeth and Celeste fading into the background.What brought this back?Why is she suddenly so defiant, so bold?The Elizabeth I know—knew—was meek, a shadow of herself, broken under my control.But this Elizabeth, screaming accusations and wielding truths like weapons, is someone else entirely.I don’t hear the crash right away.It’s the sharp intake of Celeste’s gasp that jolts me back.My head snaps up, and then I hear it—the sound of wood splintering, something heavy hitting the floor below.I turn and run, my legs moving before my mind can catch up. Bursting out of the study, I see Celeste standing near the broken b
ChristopherElizabeth looks even paler now.Her dark hair fans out against the blood-stained rug, her face motionless, her body eerily still.My eyes keep darting to her neck, where faint bruises—the unmistakable imprint of my hands—are beginning to form. I can feel my pulse pounding in my ears, deafening me.How did it come to this?“Explain, Christopher.” My mother’s sharp voice cuts through the chaos in my mind.Celia stands with her arms crossed, her cold blue eyes fixed on me, demanding answers.I open my mouth, but no words come out.I swallow hard, my throat dry and scratchy.“I... I came home,” I begin, my voice trembling. “We found her in the study.”“We?” she repeats, raising an eyebrow.“Celeste and I,” I admit, feeling a pang of guilt as I glance at the woman who’s caused just as much trouble as I have.“And?” Celia prompts, her tone growing more impatient.“I gave her the divorce papers,” I say, gesturing vaguely toward Elizabeth’s crumpled form. “She... she lost it. Star
ChristopherI stare at myself in the mirror of the downstairs bathroom.I can see the paleness on my face, my eyes bloodshot and hollow, like I haven’t slept in days.Sweat clings to my forehead even though the room feels cold.My hands tremble as I pull on the yellow gloves, the snap echoing in the tiled silence.On the counter beside me are everything Martin told me to get—bleach, water, and a sponge.I grip the edge of the sink, trying to steady myself. This was supposed to be simple, I remind myself.Just clean up the mess. Get rid of the evidence. But as I pick up the bucket and step out of the bathroom, my legs feel heavy, like I’m wading through thick hot tar.The smell hits me before I even see the stain.It’s faint but metallic, sharp enough to turn my stomach. And when I see it—the dried blood on the hardwood floor—something inside me snaps.My knees buckle as I drop the bucket to the floor, staring at the mess. Elizabeth’s blood.My chest tightens, and I feel like I can’t b
ElizabethWeeks have passed since that chaotic night, and now I find myself trying to grasp the little moments of happiness.Sebastian is still in a coma, and the authorities are still trying to find Sarah and Christopher.I’ve come to accept that the last few years of my life were a lie, a twisted tale woven with deceit and betrayal. As I cradle my baby in my arms and watch Edward play in the park, his laughter mingling with the gentle breeze that flows through the trees.But even in this moment of joy, I can still feel the pain in my heart.Celia killed my mother. Celia destroyed me, and now she’s dead. I wish I had the chance to make her pay for what she did. The thought gnaws at me, a constant reminder of the darkness that has shadowed my life.I look down at Edward’s innocent face, and a wave of happiness washes over me.Despite everything going on, my children are safe and blissfully unaware of the chaos that surrounds us. I can’t help but smile as I listen to the giggles, the s
ElizabethI drift in a deep dream state, surrounded by darkness. It feels heavy, like a thick fog pressing down on me.I try to move, reaching out for something—anything—to hold on to, but my limbs feel weighted, as if I’m stuck in quicksand that won’t let me go.Suddenly, images begin to flicker in the darkness.I see my two sons, their laughter ringing like music in the air. They’re playing, their faces lit up with joy, and I can’t help but smile. I dream of happiness, of a life filled with love and laughter. I see Sebastian, his eyes sparkling as he frolics with our children, their giggles echoing around us.But then, everything shifts. I notice blood dripping from Sebastian’s chest, the bright red stark against his skin. My heart drops, and I try to scream, to call out his name, but no sound escapes my lips. I try to run to him, but I’m stuck, frozen on the ground, unable to move.Just when I think I might drown in despair, a bright light pierces through the darkness. It’s blindin
Elizabeth“Mother!” Christopher screams, his voice filled with anguish.“What did you do?” He turns to Celeste, his eyes burning with fury. “What did you fucking do?”“I made you watch, Christopher,” Celeste replies, her voice cold and mocking as she lifts the hand again, letting it drop with a sickening thud. “I thought you liked that—watching as other people pay for your mistakes. You knew your mother ordered Elizabeth’s mother’s death. You knew she killed your father when he found out. You watched me beg you to save me from that crash. You just watched as I screamed in pain, and you were carted off. You left me in that car to die!”Her words cut through the air, and I can’t believe anything that’s happening around me. I feel like I’m trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up.As Celeste starts to walk across the room, I glance at Christopher, who is still sobbing, his face twisted in grief and rage.I can’t let this continue. I need to get to Sebastian. I start crawling toward him,
ElizabethI stand frozen in place, the world around me fading as Celia’s screams drown out all noise in the cabin. My heart races as I look down at the blood pooling around Christopher’s leg, the crimson stain growing on the wooden floor. The look of betrayal in his eyes says everything.“You shot me!” Christopher screams, his voice filled with pain and disbelief.“Next time it won’t be your leg!” Celeste yells, her voice sharp and filled with rage. “Tell Elizabeth why this happened to her!”“Sarah, please stop this!” Sebastian begs, his voice desperate, but it only seems to fuel Celeste’s fury.“Shut up, Sebastian! You didn’t have to lose your life because of someone’s jealousy and greed!” Celeste screams, her eyes wild.“You didn’t lose anything!” Sarah—no, Celeste—shouts back. “I lost you! My heart broke, and I almost lost everything!”Sebastian’s voice trembles as he pleads, “And for a minute, I thought you would avenge me, Sebastian. But you met Elizabeth and forgot. I had to wat
Elizabeth“Celeste, what do you want?” I ask, my voice steady despite the fear coursing through me. I can feel the weight of the moment pressing down, the air thick with tension.“I’ve tried to keep you out of this, Elizabeth, but you keep dragging yourself into the middle, don’t you?” Celeste replies, her tone dripping with disdain as she walks toward the cabin entrance.I slowly follow her, determination fueling my steps. I need to find Sebastian. I need to know he’s still alive, and I ignore all signs of danger that scream at me to turn back.“Help me understand,” I plead, my heart racing. “What did I ever do to you? What did Sebastian do to you?” “I remember when you came to the asylum, and you tried to make me hate him. Why?” I ask, desperation creeping into my voice.“Believe it or not, I was trying to keep you out of it,” Celeste says coldly, her eyes narrowing as she glances back at me.“Keep me out of what?” I demand, pulling her arm to stop her.She turns to me, her face a m
ElizabethI drive through the familiar woods, the trees towering above me like ancient guardians.The sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the road. I remember the first time Sebastian took me home through these woods.I was in so much pain then—my ribs cracked, my heart crushed. But as we drove past the gigantic oaks, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, a calm that seemed to wrap around me like a warm blanket.Today, however, is different. The blood rushes through my body, my hands slick with sweat as I grip the steering wheel. Anxiety coils in my stomach, tightening with every passing moment. I can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.I pull up to the expansive mansion, my heart racing as I get out of the car. The grandeur of the place looms over me, but I don’t have time to admire it. I rush toward the entrance, my feet pounding against the stone path.I ring the bell and wait impatiently, my heart thudding in my chest. Each second feel
ElizabethI stretch my hand out, reaching for Sebastian, but my fingers brush against the cold sheets where he’s supposed to be sleeping next to me. Embracing our love with me.A wave of disappointment washes over me. He’s not here. I need to find him. I need to be honest.I’ve made my choice, and it’s time to stop lying to him. I need to tell him about our son.I want him to know how much of a survivor our little boy is, fighting against all odds and being born with a smile always on his tiny face. I want to tell Sebastian that he’s not fussy, that he’s a joy to be around. I want him to finally give our baby a name.Quickly, I turn to the other side of the bed, my heart racing.“Where is he?” I wonder aloud, a knot of anxiety tightening in my chest. I slowly get out of bed, my feet touching the cool floor, and I pick up his shirt from the floor, slipping it on. It smells like him, and for a moment, it comforts me.“Sebastian?” I call out, my voice echoing softly in the quiet room as
SebastianI run my fingers along her skin, feeling the warmth radiate from her body.The soft light reflects off the cream bedding, making Elizabeth look like a goddess, her sweat glistening like tiny jewels on her olive skin. I can’t help but admire her beauty and her new strength, but a knot of uncertainty tightens in my chest.“Why did you pick me?” I ask, my voice low and heavy with emotion. “Michael is amazing, kind, and he loves you.”She looks away for a moment, her gaze drifting to the ceiling as if searching for the right words.“I can’t help what my heart wants,” she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. “I’ve changed so much. I feel like there’s a darkness in my heart, and Michael doesn’t deserve it.”“This is all my fault, Elizabeth. I did this to you,” I say, sighing deeply, the weight of my guilt pressing down on me.“No, Sebastian. My torment was there long before you came along; what I was going through was only unearthed because of your help,” she replies, her ey
SebastianI stand on the balcony, the cool night air wrapping around me like a comforting blanket.The city lights twinkle below, but nothing feels the same since I’ve been back.I steal a few precious moments with my daughter, but the rest of my time is devoted to helping Elizabeth win her war. It’s a battle that I started, yet here I am, caught in the crossfire of emotions.I take a long sip of the whiskey in my hand, the warmth spreading through me, but it does little to ease the turmoil inside.I fight every impulse that tells me to grab Elizabeth, to kiss her until she remembers how it felt to be together. The few times I’ve stolen a kiss from her have been electric, but then I saw her with Michael. The way her lips caressed his, how gently they were together—it is driving me insane.She has moved on. She doesn’t love me anymore.I swallow hard, the whiskey burning my throat as I think about how I’ve avoided her since.I’ve pulled back every time she reached for me, unable to sto