Like the sound of broken glass, I feel like my whole world has been shattered into pieces after hearing those hurtful words from the man I have vowed to love and cherish. It was as if what I was experiencing on the inside was nothing more than a piercing wound that was incapable of being healed by any kind of antidote.As I stood there in front of everyone else watching me get humiliated by my own husband right after he kicked me out and supported an allegation I am completely innocent of, I thought that I would not have the least bit of courage to breathe again if I tried. I am completely innocent of this betrayal.My legs, on the other hand, were only able to move toward Justin thanks to some sort of miraculous intervention. At this point, I felt as though the weight of the world was pressing down on my eyes. That is when I realized it was already carrying an excessive amount of tears in its load. The tears that I had been hoping would not fall in front of him eventually made thei
Later that afternoon, Justin took me to his workplace. "Why have you brought me to this place all of a sudden?" I inquire as I trail behind Justin, resembling more of a domesticated companion than his spouse.Justin turned to face me, a hint of frustration in his eyes. "I thought we had finally come to an agreement about the project?" he said, his voice tinged with disappointment. "I brought you here to work together with Hector.I could hardly believe what I was hearing, my jaw barely opening in astonishment. From what I recall, I do not remember ever agreeing with Justin on that occasion. I could not help but lean in closer, my voice barely a whisper as I reminded him, "I did mention that I would consider it, but I donโt even have any idea that youโve already set me up for this.โHowever, Justin leaned in closer, mirroring my gesture from a moment ago, as he responded, "This project cannot be delayed much longer, Margarette. So I hope you grasp the urgency of scheduling an appointm
Just as I thought I could not bear another moment of awkward silence, the elevator doors swung open to reveal none other than Hector. And his very presence saved me from answering Justin of his awkward query.With a look of confusion on his face, Hector seemed to suspect that he had stumbled upon a scene straight out of a contemporary romance novel. "Um, did I inadvertently interrupt a private moment?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. He could not help but raise his left eyebrow in surprise.It was a rather awkward moment when both Justin and I simultaneously responded, "No, you didn't." After that, we exchanged looks, and I felt a chill go up my spine, especially because Justin was staring at me so closely again.Now I found myself utterly perplexed by Justin's true intentions.I was about to pose that question when, out of nowhere, Hector once again interjects, diverting both Justin's and my focus towards him.Justin strode forward, his hands casually nestled in his pock
โI know what was written in the contract, Justin. You donโt need to remind me every single time to the extent of using it to hurt me,โ before I knew it, I was already able to express what it was that had been bugging my inner thoughts. I had to turn around to eventually face him as well.It didnโt bother me whether Justin would continue to mock me. I knew that if I had allowed to keep this within me, I would only end up regretting ever saying it to Justin.It would seem that that had an effect on Justin as I witness how it manage to make Justin feel a little guilty over what he said that it forced him to withdraw back.โYou can go ahead first. Weโre done for the day, anyway.โ Instead, of apologizing, my dear husband chose to behave in this manner where he would rather kick me out to save his pride and ask for my forgiveness.Even though that was his suggestion, I tried to put up a face that doesnโt seem affected heavily by the insult that Justin left me a moment ago. With the courage
Justin with his lustful gaze towards me pressed me down on the bed. If he wasn't only behaving in an aggressive way, perhaps I would've appreciated the way his sexy toned body looks as it peaked beyond his unbuttoned shirt."What do you think you're doing, Justin?" my voice trembled at the thought of what might be going on within his mind right now.It left me feeling at least worried for his next move. "Just as what married couples always do." Justin's voice was deep as he buried his face on my neck.This makes things difficult for me. Knowing how persistent Justin would be now, things would really hard for me to prevent from occuring. โJustin, we canโt possibly do this.โ I tried to plead him.However, what seemed to be a hopeful move that would eventually persuade him only ended up as something that had agitated Justin even more.โWhy, Marga? Tell me, why are you being distant with me?!โ His voice was so high, I thought the whole household would hear him now. There was no way I co
I donโt want to cheat myself any further. I knew it was Regina and after how I behaved today, I t would only be normal that my husband would seek what he couldnโt get from me with Regina. Although something in me was still hoping they wouldnโt do it as well.Knowing Regina was sick, I kind of doubt theyโll actually risk doing it either. However, it doesnโt change the fact that my husband would actually seek her company when he and I just had a misunderstanding.โWas it even a misunderstanding? I could see from his face how he saw through me clearly that I donโt want his advances on me.โ I held my belly and as I sofly caress it while trying to prevent the tears from falling off my eyes once more, I eventually ended up realizing I was at fault here.What else could I even do? It wasnโt like I could tell Justin that I was pregnant either. My only choice was to drive him away like make him feel that I donโt want it without compromising the child in my bellyโs existence. Even if it would
"You seemed to be enjoying home-cooked meals, my dear husband." I was not sure how I was able to say that without bursting out my anger.Looking at them right now still makes me feel so furious. It was only just a good thing that I was still able to control myself despite how I badly wanted to go and attack Regina. At the very least, I still wanted to make sure that I wouldnโt be stepping down my level to someone like her.โMarga, itโs not what you thinkโโ Justin was about to tell me.Yet, before he could even begin to explain, I immediately cut him off as I raised my palm forward which meant that I didnโt want to hear any of his words. โI had heard that line just now. So please, donโt try to explain anymore, Justin. Itโs pointless. You think telling me that itโs not what I think it was would eventually persuade me into believing that you really have no intention of doing this? Shame on you!โ And I finally wasnโt able to control myself anymore. I finally said it before his face as I
[JUSTINโS POV]I was able to see with my very own eyes how Margarette fell off the stairs just as she was able to free herself from my hold on her.The events transpired at an alarmingly rapid pace, and before I knew it, she was already lying on the bottom of the stairs, bleeding and unconscious.โMarga!โ I let out a scream. Immediately, my reflexes compelled me to make a beeline for her and remove her from the situation. As soon as I was able to retrieve her body, I noticed that her head was bleeding from a cut, and it was oozing with a great deal of blood that had already stained her clothes.โClaude! I need help! Can nine-one-one quick!โ My voice erupted as soon as I was able to hold Margarette in my arms.I had the sensation that my thoughts were floating in the air. There was no way that I could have possibly anticipated that things would go in this direction. If I had known, I would not have even bothered to make an effort to strike up a conversation with Margarette. I did not
The rain was falling again.It always did on days like thisโdays that felt like endings.I stood on the edge of the cliffs overlooking the stormy waters of Anacortes, my coat pulled tightly around me, the hood shielding my face from the wind that carried the scent of salt and something olderโsomething like goodbye.Leon stood behind me. I didnโt have to turn around to feel him there. His presence was familiar now, carved into my skin like muscle memory. Heโd been my gravity, my storm, my salvation, and my ruinโsometimes all at once.โItโs really over, isnโt it?โ I whispered, more to the wind than to him.He didnโt answer right away. His silence was as heavy as the stormclouds above us.โI wanted to fix everything for you,โ he said finally, his voice hoarse, like it had been dragged across a battlefield. โI wanted to give you a life that didnโt hurt.โI closed my eyes. The ache in my chest pulsed with every beat of my heart. โYou did,โ I said. โFor a while, you did.โI heard the crunch
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. โIโm not the same person I was before,โ I said, my voice firm, unwavering. โAnd Iโm not walking away this time.โThe manโs eyes flickered with a moment of doubt, just enough for me to catch. And then, before I could even register what had happened, Leon moved.Faster than I could blink, Leon was in front of me, his hand grabbing the gun and twisting it out of the manโs grasp. The force of it sent the man stumbling back, but he didnโt go down easily. His bodyguards rushed in, but Leon was already a step ahead, disarming one of them with a swift, calculated move.I stood frozen for a moment, trying to process what I was witnessing. Leonโalways so calm, always so carefulโwas ruthless. He was like a force of nature, determined to protect me at all costs.But the fight wasnโt over yet. The man recovered, his eyes burning with rage. โYou really think youโve won?โ he spat, his voice dripping with venom. โYouโre nothing but a pawn in a game you canโt ev
The sound of boots drew closer, pounding the floor with an urgency that echoed through the cavernous halls of the estate. My heart raced as the reality of what I had just heard crashed into me like a tidal wave. The man who had once been a part of my lifeโmy familyโs betrayer, the one who had orchestrated their deathsโstood there, calmly, as if this was just another night for him.Leonโs grip on my hand tightened, but I didnโt let him pull me away. I could feel the air thickening with tension, the walls pressing in as everything I thought I knew began to crumble.The intruders were only moments away.The manโheโsmirked, watching us. โYou think this will end well? Youโve no idea what youโre up against. My people are everywhere.โI took a step forward, ignoring Leonโs silent plea to retreat. โYou killed them. And you thought I would be the next one to fall in line?โ My voice was a whisper, but it held a power I hadnโt realized I had. โYou were wrong.โThe manโs face faltered, just for a
Next Morning at the Estate Archives. The basement was cold and damp, and the air smelled of mildew and secrets. Old boxes lined the walls, labeled in my fatherโs tidy script. Financial records. Land deeds. Correspondence.Leon sifted through a crate of documents while I dug through another.Then something caught my eye.A faded folder labeled: Project Thornfield.I opened it slowly.Inside were blueprintsโplans for development across coastal land that was supposed to be protected forest. There were signatures from multiple board members, including names I recognized.And then, one I didnโt.N. Vallis.Leon leaned over. โYou know that name?โI shook my head. โNo. But look hereโhe signed off on the project two weeks before my parents died.โLeon pulled out his phone. โIโll run a background check.โI kept flipping through the documentsโand found something that made my blood run cold.An aerial photo.Of the cliffside. Our property.With a giant red X drawn over the coordinates where my p
THREE WEEKS LATER...The investigation moved faster than Iโd expected. With the board fully on our side now, the paper trail unraveled like a thread pulled from an old sweaterโeach piece of evidence exposing the next. Shell companies. Forged contracts. Witnesses who had remained silent out of fear but were finally coming forward.Still, no one had seen him since the day of the summit. He had vanished without a trace. No flights. No offshore activity. No messages. It was like heโd disappeared into smoke.But Dorian didnโt believe in ghosts. โHeโs hiding,โ he said as he handed me a thick folder. โAnd thisโthis will force him out.โI flipped through the documents. Bank records. A property registered under an alias. Hidden deep in the woods outside of Anacortes. I felt my stomach twist.Leon stepped up behind me, his hand grazing my shoulder. โLetโs pay him a visit.โThe cabin was barely more than a shadow tucked between trees. No lights. No car. Just silence and the thrum of insects in t
Sunlight crept cautiously through the cracks in the blinds, casting golden slivers across the hardwood floor of the safe house bedroom. I sat curled up on the edge of the bed, a blanket draped around my shoulders and the journal heavy in my lap. The cover was cracked, worn with age and secrets. My fingers hovered over the first page for what felt like an eternity.Leon was nearbyโhe hadnโt slept much, either. He stood at the window with a mug of black coffee, watching the world outside with quiet alertness. When I finally opened the journal, he turned slightly but didnโt speak. He knew I needed silence for this.The first entry was dated nearly two decades ago.July 14th. We signed the contract today. Two families, one future. The woman from Delmar Holdings is more cunning than I expected. She knows weโre desperateโand she used it. I told Mariana to trust me. That this was the only way. God help me, I hope Iโm right.My breath hitched. Marianaโthat was my motherโs name.I flipped thro
MARGARETTE'S POVBefore we could react, the door behind us burst open.Three armed men rushed in, dressed in black, their movements precise and rehearsed. Leon shoved me behind him, drawing his gun up in an instant. Dorian, who had been lingering near the entrance, took cover behind a cabinet, gun already out.โEliseโs father wasnโt bluffing,โ I breathed, my heart hammering. โHe had backup ready.โLeon fired the first shot, catching one of the intruders in the shoulder and sending him crashing to the floor. Chaos erupted. Dorian ducked low and returned fire, narrowly missing another attacker who retaliated with a spray of bullets that shattered the windows.I crouched behind an overturned table, the sound of gunfire drowning out my thoughts. The locket in my palm dug into my skin, its edges sharpโa painful reminder that I couldnโt afford to lose control now.โEliseโs father!โ I shouted to Leon. โHeโs escaping!โThrough the haze of smoke and broken glass, I saw the man slinking toward
The sound of footsteps pounding in the hallway was the last thing I heard before the door slammed open.I barely had time to react before a rush of armed men poured into the room, their eyes scanning every corner, landing finally on me. There was no mistaking the intent behind their cold stares.โGet down!โ Leonโs voice crackled through the earpiece again, but there was no time to obey. I couldnโt allow myself to hesitateโnot now, not when the truth was within reach.I raised my gun, my hands steady despite the chaos unfolding around me. I wasnโt going down without a fight, not after everything I had lost. Not after everything Eliseโs father had taken from me.Before the first man could react, I fired. The sound of the shot echoed in the confined space, the bullet finding its mark in the manโs chest. His body crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud, but the others didnโt hesitate. They moved in faster, their guns drawn, but I was ready.I ducked behind the desk, using it as cover
Dawn came in silver slivers through the cracks in the window. I hadnโt sleptโnot really. My mind was too loud, looping the footage over and over like a broken reel.Leon sat across from me at the table, sipping his coffee like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Neither of us had said much since the footage. We didnโt need to. The truth had cut so deep, it didnโt leave room for small talk.But I had questions.And I needed answers.โHow long do you think heโs known I survived?โ I finally asked, voice hoarse.Leon didnโt look away from his mug. โLong enough to start covering his tracks. But he didnโt expect the locket to resurface.โMy hand instinctively reached for it. The locket was warm now, like it had absorbed my grief and fury. Inside was a picture of my mother and meโher arm around my tiny shoulders, her smile soft but tired. A photo I hadnโt even remembered until last night.โHe killed her,โ I whispered. โHe killed my father. For what? A project?โโNot just a project,โ