Vivian’s POV…I hurry down the street, ignoring George. My legs are shaking, and my pulse is pulsating rapidly. The encounter with George has left me shaken and heartbroken. I can't believe he still prioritizes Megan over everything else, even his own child. It's as if all those days we spent together meant nothing to him.I hate him. Anger and resentment well up inside me as I think about the time I wasted loving him. I feel disappointed in myself for not seeing his true nature sooner. If only I had walked away from him earlier, maybe I wouldn't be in this painful situation now.I have been feeling guilty these days, thinking I have done wrong with him and his company. But after talking to him I realize that he deserves it. I did nothing wrong.I wipe the tears that trickle down my face. I make a vow to myself to forget about George, to let go of the pain he caused me, and to start anew without his shadow hanging over me.A car pulls over beside me.“Vivian…”I pause and turn to look
The day of the party…Michael’s POV…I am nervous and excited all at once. Tonight, I am going to introduce Vivian to everyone as my fiancée. This is a sweet and joyous moment in my life. Finally, our journey is going to start together.Vivian is ready to move on with me. Although it is difficult for her to forget her horrible past, she is trying, and this is enough for me. I believe she will soon get over George and accept me fully.As I wait for her in the hall, my excitement is growing. I don’t know if she likes the dress I sent her this morning. I wanted to give her the best, so I picked the most expensive one in town. My curiosity is growing with every passing moment, and I pace up and down, my gaze moving to her room.Creak…I halt as I hear the sound of the door opening. My heart skips a beat as I see her come out. I can’t believe my eyes.Vivian looks stunning, with the dress draping elegantly over her curvy form. I feel like she is a character from a fairytale. The dress has
It is almost midnight when Michael drops me off at my apartment. Nowadays, he lives in his family mansion. So he is leaving. But his eyes linger on me, asking me to stop him.Michael's fingers gently brush against my cheek. His eyes are filled with longing, and I can feel the warmth of his affection.I am aware of his desire, but I am not yet ready for intimacy with him. So, I don’t stop him."Good night," he says.He passes his fingers through his hair and turns to leave. I reach out and stop him before he leaves. Our hands intertwine, and I pull him closer, my heart racing with a mixture of emotions. I press my lips against his. His embrace tightens, and I can sense the depth of his feelings for me.As I continue kissing him, I find myself growing more confident in my decision. Michael has been patient, understanding, and supportive throughout our journey together, and I can see the love in his eyes. I know that he will be a devoted partner.Breaking the kiss, I murmur softly agains
A week has passed in peace. George has stopped bothering me since that night. I am relieved, hoping he will not come to me again. Michael and his parents are excited about the upcoming engagement.We are getting engaged next month. I'm uncertain if I'm doing the right thing, but I know I need to move forward. I can’t let my past ruin my present and future.Michael is a good man. Most importantly, he likes me and is willing to do anything for me. I can’t let him down.I have been occupied with planning the engagement party with Michael lately. Finally, I get the time for shopping.Michael wanted to accompany me, but he received an urgent call and left for the office. So, I am heading to the mall to shop on my own.The mall is bustling with shoppers, each engrossed in their own errands and pursuits. I try to focus on the task at hand while navigating through the crowd. Despite the cheerful atmosphere around me, encountering Megan has left a sour taste in my mouth.I don’t want to see he
"Leave me alone, you motherfucker," Megan yells as one man drags her out.I look at the tall figure approaching me, my body trembling in dread. The man yanks at my arm and pulls me up, hauling me out as if my body is weightless.As I step out of the small compartment, my eyes widen in shock and fear as I take in the sight before me. The dim lighting inside the container did not prepare me for the harsh brightness of the outside world. The glaring sun reflects off the metal shipping containers, intensifying the already sweltering heat of the dockyard.The vast area is filled with rows upon rows of containers, creating a maze-like landscape. The dockyard itself seems abandoned, with only a few armed men patrolling the area. Their stern expressions and the guns they carry send a shiver down my spine, making me realize the dangerous situation I am in.I glance back at the container from which I emerged, realizing that this is where they have been keeping us."George…" Megan shouts and wri
My heart races with worry and relief. He is drenched in water, likely from using a fire extinguisher or finding some other way to protect himself from the flames. I'm amazed and grateful that he had the courage to come after me, even risking his own safety.His eyes meet mine with a mixture of concern and determination. Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around me, shielding me from the heat and flames as much as he can. The sound of crackling fire and sirens fills the air around us, but at that moment, it feels like everything else fades away."Vivian, are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine worry."I am now," I manage to say, tears of relief streaming down my cheeks.I sob, leaning into his embrace. It is only at this moment that I notice he is dripping with water. I don’t know how he came to know that I had been kidnapped. I don’t know how he finds me either. All I feel is relief and confidence that I am no longer in danger.He removes his wet jacket and drapes it
I stir, open my eyes, and look around my surroundings, only to see white walls all around me. I am lying on a hospital bed. I have no idea how long I have been sleeping."Thank goodness, you are all right," he murmurs as he holds me close, his hands gently rubbing my back. His concern is evident, and I can't help but feel grateful to have him by my side."How long have I been sleeping?" I inquire, trying to piece together the events that led me to this hospital bed. My memory is foggy, and I only have fragmented recollections of passing out on the way back home because of fear and exhaustion."Almost eight hours," he replies, his eyes locked on mine. "I was so scared. I sat here the whole time, waiting for you to wake up."His care and devotion touch my heart, and I smile to reassure him. "I am fine now... feeling refreshed," I say, even though my body still feels shaken from the ordeal.Michael smiles back, his gaze tender as he cups my face. He leans in and places a gentle kiss on m
I slowly regain consciousness. My head is heavy."Uh…" I groan and try to sit up, wincing. My hands are still tied behind my back and are hurting.The pungent smell of gasoline hits my nostrils, jolting my nerves and making my heart race even faster. I stir and sit up, only to find myself in a dark, damp, and cold cave. The surroundings are eerie.My eyes widen in horror as I notice a man spilling gasoline from a big container at the entrance of the cave, the volatile liquid streaming onto the ground.I tug at the ropes binding my hands, my fingers feeling numb from the tight constriction. Panic surges within me as I realize the gravity of the situation. My unborn children are in danger, and I must escape this sinister trap.In the dim light, the perpetrator of this horrifying scene appears to be a shadowy figure with darkness covering his face. I can't see his eyes, but I feel his malevolence as he continues to spill the gasoline with a deliberate and methodical demeanor."Please, le
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