Vivian's POVI receive a call from Megan, her voice urging me to meet her at a cafe. Despite my initial reluctance, I find myself agreeing to the meeting, a bitter laugh escaping my lips.It's ironic how eagerly George must have shared the news of our divorce with her. He must be overjoyed at the prospect of being free to pursue his desires without constraint.I can't help but feel a surge of resentment towards both of them.Reluctantly, I prepare myself for the encounter, a mix of curiosity and a desire to endure Megan's hypocrisy driving me forward.I apply makeup with a skilled hand, accentuating my features in a way that exudes confidence and a touch of sensuality. Choosing a fancy dress that hugs my curves in all the right places, I step out, determined to face whatever awaits me.I take a taxi to the café, where Megan has asked me to come.It didn’t take long for me to arrive at my destination.As I walk in, my heels click against the floor. There is a sense of defiance in my st
I stand frozen, shocked, a gnawing fear gripping me tightly. The intensity of our earlier confrontation is now overshadowed by this unforeseen turn of events.My heart pounds in my chest as I look at Megan lying motionless on the ground, her body stained with blood. The screeching sound of the car's brakes still echoes in my ears, a reminder of the harrowing accident that just occurred.Without a moment's hesitation, I spring into action, rushing toward Megan's side.The car that hit her was about to run away. I hurry over and stop the car."Where are you running away?" I exclaim. "You hit her. Can’t you see she is injured and unconscious? Shouldn't you be humble enough to take her to the hospital and compensate her?""Hey, get off my way," he yells, glaring at me dangerously. "Or else, I will kill you."His intense gaze sends a shiver down my spine, and I instinctively step back, realizing the potential threat he poses.As he speeds away, leaving me in a state of shock, I quickly gat
George’s POV…In the quiet confines of the hospital room, I stand by Megan's side, watching her sleep. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest bring a sense of relief, reassuring me that she is indeed okay.My gaze traces the bruises that mar her delicate features, the remnants of the accident that befell her. Her face, once radiant with joy and laughter, now bears the marks of the ordeal she endured. Bruises adorn her legs and hands, and a protective gauze wrap envelops her injured head.It pains me to see her in such a vulnerable state. The sight tugs at my heart, a reminder of the fragility of life and the preciousness of the people we hold dear.As I stand by her side, my thoughts drift to the phone call she made right before the accident. My heart sank into my chest as I heard the screeching tires.In that instant, time seemed to stand still, and my fear for Megan's well-being gripped me with an intensity I had never known before.The memory of that moment fills me with a lingeri
Vivian’s POV…The atmosphere in the room turns tense as the sound of the shattered plate echoes through the house.George's anger is palpable; his eyes are filled with rage. He glares at me, his fists clenched tightly."Go to the police station," he says through his gritted teeth. "Report the car that hit Megan. I don't have time for this right now. I need to be with her."He turns abruptly and storms out of the room, leaving me there speechless at his outburst. I watch him leave, his figure disappearing from sight. Taking a deep breath, I gather myself and try to regain composure.I pick up a piece of the broken plate, setting it aside. With calm determination, I begin to eat my breakfast, savoring each bite despite the lingering tension in the air.The room is filled with a mixture of silence and the clinking of cutlery against the plate, the only sounds in the otherwise empty space.Later that day…I enter the police station, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination. As I app
Vivian’s POV…As the bus resumes its journey, my mind remains consumed by thoughts of George and Megan, their relationship, and the stark contrast with my own experiences.Lost in the labyrinth of my emotions, I scarcely notice the passing landscape outside the bus window. The raindrops on the glass create a blurry veil, mirroring the haze of my thoughts and the tears that threaten to surface.The bus traverses the city streets with a rhythmic motion, its engine humming softly in the background. The sounds of honking horns and distant sirens blend into a symphony of urban life. Yet, these external stimuli fail to capture my attention, overshadowed by the tumultuous storm raging within me.Lost in my reverie, I am oblivious to the fellow passengers around me, each engaged in their own private worlds. Their hushed conversations, the rustle of newspapers, and the occasional jolt as the bus navigates turns become distant echoes in the backdrop of my thoughts.Gradually, as the bus approac
George’s POV…I am so mad after learning that Vivian is with a man that I drive straight to the bar, my thoughts swirling within me like a tempestuous storm.My friend was waiting for me. His eyes convey both concern and curiosity. Without uttering a word, he gestures towards a nearby table where Vivian and the man in question are engrossed in conversation, oblivious to my arrival.My jaw clenches, my fists involuntarily tightening at my sides as I take in the sight before me.The man wears a smug expression, his grin stretching from ear to ear, fueling the flames of my anger. Every fiber of my being longs to lash out, confront him, and unleash my frustrations upon him. But a deeper understanding holds me back.I know from the beginning that Vivian has a crush on someone and that she has never been able to express her feelings to that man. I am acutely aware that this man may be the elusive figure who has occupied her heart and mind—the one she yearned for.While the realization bring
I wake up and find myself in George's arms, our bodies entwined intimately.His eyes open, meeting mine, and a mix of emotions flickers across his face.The realization of our shared passion from the previous night washes over me, causing my cheeks to flush with a deep blush. Even though I have had sex with him many times, an unexpected shyness envelops me, making it difficult to meet his gaze for long.Reacting quickly, I slip out of his embrace and hurriedly make my way to the bathroom. Wrapping a towel around my body, I try to regain composure, but my heart still races with a mix of embarrassment and lingering desire.George follows me, his smirk revealing his amusement at my sudden bashfulness.He playfully asks, "Why are you acting shy? You are acting like you are naked for the first time in front of me."I nervously request that he leave the bathroom, hoping for some privacy to collect my thoughts.To my relief, he chuckles and complies, walking out of the bathroom with a knowin
Later that day…I step into the mansion, my breath catching in awe at the sight that unfolds before me. The grandeur of the decorations embraces the essence of celebration. The expansive halls are adorned with intricate floral arrangements, their vibrant colors breathing life into the elegant surroundings. Roses, lilies, and daisies interweave in cascading bouquets, their sweet fragrance filling the air.Every corner of the mansion radiates warmth and joy. Delicate streamers hang gracefully from the ceilings, shimmering with a touch of gold. Soft lighting casts a gentle glow.The walls proudly display a timeline of Grandma's life, a tapestry of cherished memories captured in photographs and lovingly curated memorabilia.The atmosphere is alive with the sounds of laughter and conversation, mingling harmoniously with the soft melody of nostalgic tunes. Friends and family gather, their faces adorned with smiles, as they honor Grandma's legacy and celebrate the love that binds them togeth
A few months later…The narrator’s POV…The sun bathed the elegant garden in a soft, golden glow as George and Vivian stood beneath a pristine white gazebo, surrounded by a sea of vibrant flowers.The venue for their wedding was nothing short of breathtaking, with its lavish decorations and stunning floral arrangements that seemed to burst with color and life. It was as if the very earth itself was celebrating their union.Vivian, radiant in her ivory lace wedding gown, held a bouquet of exquisite roses in various shades of pink and white, their delicate fragrance filling the air. George, in his dashing black tuxedo, looked every bit the handsome groom, a broad smile gracing his lips.The gazebo was adorned with billowing white fabric, which fluttered gently in the warm breeze. Crystal chandeliers hung from above, casting a soft, enchanting glow over the entire scene. The aisle was strewn with rose petals, creating a path of delicate beauty for Vivian to walk down.As Vivian took her
In the meantime, Evan and Barbe enter. Their faces light up with a grin when they see me awake."Mommy!" The voices that reach my ears are filled with excitement and pure delight. They rush over to me.With open arms, I welcome them eagerly. The warmth of their tiny bodies envelops me, and tears of joy stream down my cheeks. Their presence is a balm to my soul, soothing away the lingering echoes of fear and pain. I hold them close, cherishing every moment of their embrace."My babies," I murmur, my voice quivering with emotion. "Mommy is here. Mommy is fine."Evan's eyes glisten with unshed tears as he speaks, his voice trembling with a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety. "You scared us," he admits, his emotions raw and unfiltered. "Barbe has been crying a lot."I brush away their tears, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Shhh, my darlings. Mommy is fine. Look, I'm smiling. Give me your precious smiles."Their grins are like radiant sunshine, and I revel in the warmth of their lo
The guards had been looking for the man who sprayed the powder on the wedding gowns. They finally caught him and interrogated him, and he revealed that Michael had paid him to do that to frame me.He confessed everything to the police.I ordered the PR department to make a statement. Finally, the crisis in the company has been resolved, but Vivian is still unconscious.Thirty-six long hours have elapsed, and her continued unconsciousness gnaws at my very core. I sit by her bedside, my hand clutching hers as if it could coax her back to consciousness. I long for her to awaken, to see those beautiful eyes once again, to hear her voice, and to feel her presence fill the room.Evan and Barbe are worried as well. Tears stain their young faces as they grapple with the fear that their mother may never awaken. It breaks my heart to see them in such despair, and I pull them close, enveloping them in a desperate attempt to offer solace."Why is she not waking up?" Barbe's voice trembles as she
On the way, I receive a video message on my phone from the chief security officer. It is the video recorded on the pendant.As the video message unfolds on my phone's screen, I am drawn into a vortex of shocking revelations. The images and sounds contained within this digital tape serve as a bitter pill to swallow, awakening me to the harsh truth that I've been living a carefully crafted lie for years.My eyes widen in disbelief. The guilt and regret that surge within me is like a turbulent sea, threatening to overwhelm my senses.Vivian, the woman who has always been there for me and who has loved me unconditionally, emerges as the true heroine of that fateful kidnapping incident.I thought it was Megan who saved me from the kidnappers back then, but it was Vivian. Megan twisted the facts and acted as if she risked her life to save me. In reality, she ran away, leaving me in danger while Vivian fought back with the goons. She even partially lost her memory.Tears well up in my eyes,
My body twists and jerks in an attempt to evade the blows, but her strikes find their mark, the impact sending shockwaves of agony through me.Blood drips down my face. I cry out in pain and fear. Each blow feels like a stab of darkness, threatening to extinguish any hope of survival.Megan has gone crazy. She won’t stop until she kills me. But I don’t want to die, not like this, until I punish her. I need to tell George everything."George…" My voice is a raw scream of pain as I plead for George, hoping that somehow my cry will reach him and that he will come to my rescue.Everything is turning black. My eyes are getting closed. I feel a sense of lightness as if I am flying."Vivian…" His voice echoes in my ears, a lifeline that seems just out of reach. Is he truly here, or is he a mirage born from my desperation?The room blurs and the edges of my vision grow hazy as if reality is slipping through my fingers. My body is weakening with every passing minute. I feel like I am leaving t
All the scenes are playing as a recording in front of my eyes. I feel like I am reliving the terror of the past.The goons take us to an abandoned house on the hilltop. They throw us on the cold floor and close the door. The room we're trapped in feels like a desolate prison, cold and damp. The muffled sounds of the outside world barely penetrate the thick walls.George is still unconscious. His forehead is bleeding. I'm driven by a fierce determination to protect him. I tear my dress with my teeth and use the fabric as an impromptu bandage to staunch the bleeding. His vulnerability, lying there unconscious, tugs at my heartstrings.I glance around the room, my eyes landing on the meager comforts of a mattress and a blanket. Gently, I drag George over to the mattress, huddling close to him and pulling the blanket around us, seeking whatever warmth and reassurance it can provide.As the night wears on, George's condition worsens. His fever rises, and he trembles in his fitful sleep.In
Her eyes blazed with a mad intensity, her pupils dilating as she spoke. "I loved him since I was a child," she said, her voice low and even. "I always wanted to be around him, play with him, and marry him. But he liked to play with you. I hated you for grabbing his attention."Megan's confession is both unsettling and tragic. Her childhood infatuation with George has festered into a twisted obsession, and her jealousy of my connection with him has fueled her hatred. Her admission paints a grim picture of her psyche, revealing the depths of her delusion.I feel a cold dread creeping up my spine as she continues to speak. Her words are laced with venom, her anger and resentment palpable.Why is she saying such things? Has she mistaken me for someone else?I have no recollection of playing with George. George and I had never met before high school. I narrow my eyes, trying to process her words.I struggle again, trying to break free from her grasp. But Megan is too strong, her hold too s
As my consciousness gradually returns, the world around me materializes in fragments. The grimy, dilapidated surroundings of the room come into focus, casting an eerie atmosphere that matches the unsettling situation I'm in. Cobwebs cling to corners; shadows dance on the walls of my vision.My head feels heavy, and my ears still ring from the blow I received. I blink, trying to clear my vision, and my heart skips a beat when I realize I'm bound to a chair.The voices, hushed but audible, pierce through the haze in my mind. My senses sharpen, and I strain to listen, piecing together the conversation unfolding before me."I told you to stay away from here. Why did you come here?"I squint as I find this voice familiar. It’s Michael’s voice. Who is he talking with?"Ugh…" I groan and try to free my hands from the ropes that are restraining me.A second voice joins the conversation, and my heart sinks as I recognize it.Megan.The pieces fall into place, and I'm struck by the cruel revela
A few days later…Megan visits me when Vivian is away. I can't help but feel a wave of annoyance wash over me.She is so shameless. She has the nerve to show up in front of me again."George, oh, my God. Look at you, how badly you have been injured." She comes closer to me with tears in her eyes.I used to feel sad whenever I saw her cry. But now I can see through her malicious nature hidden beneath this pitiful exterior. Megan is pretentious. Her tears and sweet words can’t change my perception of her anymore. I now know how cunning she is.She tries to reach out and touch my face, but I swat her hand away instinctively. I don't want her touching me; doesn't she understand that? I glare at her, my eyes flashing with warning."I have completely lost my patience with you, Megan," I growl, my voice low and menacing. "Stop trying to get closer to me. Get lost."She gives me a hurt look as if she is the one who has been wronged. "How could you say such a thing to me?" she asks, her voice