(Sybil’s POV)As the minutes went on, I decided that I had spent enough time hiding. I could hardly spend the rest of my life in the bathroom, and I knew that I would have to face John sooner or later. Besides, I thought as I glanced at my watch, I needed to get ready if I wanted to be on time to meet Liam for lunch.I got out of the bathroom to find John sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand. He looked up at me like a helpless, scared child when he heard me approaching. “Why did you send me your lawyer’s information, Sybil?” he asked.“I think you know why,” I said coldly as I opened the closet and started taking out the clothes that I had chosen to wear today. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to him, so I busied myself with getting dressed.“You’re getting all dolled up,” he observed, “what’s the special occasion?”“I’m meeting Liam for lunch today, remember?” I glanced at him. “You were there when he called me last night.”His face hardened and he walked over to me
(Sybil’s POV)As we got into the car, John looked me over appraisingly. “Do you really have to wear that scarf?” he asked.I touched the silk scarf that I had tied around my neck. “What’s wrong with it? I think it looks good with this outfit.”“It hides your neck,” he said, “which is a shame. You have a beautiful neck, and it should be seen.”I gave him a look. “Well, maybe I would have left my neck exposed if a certain someone hadn’t given me a hickey last night.”“All the more reason to show it.” He grinned. “Don’t you want the world to see that you belong to me?”I sighed. “It’s very unprofessional to show up to a meeting with a hickey. Especially one as big as this one.”“On the contrary. I know that there isn’t anything going on between you and Liam, but this would ensure that your relationship remains professional.” John glanced at me, his eyes gleaming. “He’ll see that you’re taken, which will hopefully keep him from getting ideas.”I rolled my eyes. “I’m not a cow to be brande
(Sybil’s POV)“Of course I’ve read the story,” John said to Liam, “I read it back when Sybil originally wrote it in high school.”That was news to me! I didn’t remember ever showing him my story. In fact, the only time that I had ever spoken to him about it was earlier that day. How could he possibly have seen it in high school?Of course! Willa had most likely shown it to him when she was pretending to have written it herself. Everything made perfect sense now. He was probably the one who had convinced Willa to study creative writing. That was so typical of her to do something that she clearly had no interest in doing, just to impress John. And it had actually worked! Until now, at least.I was too stunned to speak. From the amused look on John’s face, I could tell that he saw each emotion express itself on my face as I processed all of this information. I went from shock that John had read my story, to realization and annoyance when I thought about Willa and her motivation for doin
(Willa’s POV)The previous nightI listened intently as Alex finished telling me the real reason behind John and Sybil’s marriage. “So Grandpa thought that John should marry Sybil, just in case the photos ever turned up somewhere. If they were married, it wouldn’t be a scandal if photos of them in compromising positions were to appear.” He shrugged. “That’s all I know about this.”“What?” I was shocked. At the time, I had been hurt and confused when John randomly decided to break off our engagement and marry Sybil instead. Now it was a small consolation to know that it hadn’t even been his idea. This new information could make it much easier for me and Alex to go through with our plan.Alex glanced at me. “Did you really not know any of this? I’m fairly sure that your parents knew about it, but I guess they never told you?”I shook my head. My parents were in the same social circle as the Rutherfords, but I had no idea whether or not they were aware of these circumstances. “If they k
(Alex’s POV)I woke up extremely hungover. There was a bitter taste in my mouth, but I couldn’t tell if it was just from the hangover, or from the guilt that I felt after telling Willa all that I knew about the reasons behind Sybil and John’s marriage. I felt horrible about letting Willa know such harmful information, even though I knew that she clearly didn’t see it that way. All she wanted was for John to break up with Sybil and return to her, no matter how many lives had to be destroyed in order for her to achieve her goal. After our conversation last night, I was actually relieved when she had decided to leave. Okay, maybe that had been my fault. It was probably wrong of me to make a show out of ordering a drink in front of her, knowing that she had had to stop drinking during her pregnancy, but that got rid of her, didn’t it? Anyway, I wasn’t alone for long before a few random people showed up and sat at the bar with me, and we had a few drinks. I didn’t even know these peopl
(John’s POV)After a while, I could see that Sybil was starting to get a bit tipsy. Clearly unable to sit up straight, she leaned against me, sighing contentedly. Not that I minded, of course. I enjoyed having her so close to me. “I’m so happy, John. For the first time in years, everything is going well.” She grinned at me and took my hand.“Good, I’m glad.” I smiled at her.The evening was progressing nicely. I noticed that Sybil and I weren’t the only ones who were enjoying a moment of closeness. Emma and Mark were talking to each other, when all of a sudden, she threw her head back and let out a loud laugh. “You’re right,” she said, “that guy over by the window does look a lot like the opera singer from the movie!”Mark chuckled. “Think we should ask him to sing? Just to see if there are more similarities?”Emma laughed so much that she nearly choked on her drink. “Don’t you dare,” she said, sputtering, “I don’t want to lose a potential return customer!”“Okay, okay, I won’t” He g
(John’s POV)Sybil didn’t seem to mind me accompanying her to her apartment. In fact, she smiled at me gratefully when I helped her out of the car and put my arm around her to steady her as we walked into her building. She leaned against me, putting her head on my shoulder.When we went into her apartment, she gave me a small smile. “Thanks for bringing me home, John. I think I had a tiny bit too much to drink.”“Just a bit,” I chuckled, “but it was no trouble at all. You know that I would do anything for you.”She looked at me with slight skepticism. “Would you?”“Of course I would.” I smiled and held her a bit tighter. “Why would you think otherwise?”She didn’t answer, but she didn’t try to get out of my grasp either. I could tell that she was softening toward me. It seemed lately like our conversations would usually end in an argument, and sometimes with her threatening yet again to divorce me, but she was behaving differently right now. Of course, it could have just been the fac
(Alex’s POV)I phoned Willa as soon as I stepped out of Darcy’s, looking behind me to make sure that nobody from our group was following me. I didn’t want Sybil to know what I was up to. “You were able to get the photographer to change his story? How did you manage that?”“Yes, it’s all taken care of,” she replied, “I had my private investigator track him down. It was fairly easy to find the guy, apparently. I was able to talk to him and persuade him to paint Sybil in a more negative light. Can we meet somewhere to talk about this? Somewhere where we wouldn’t run the risk of bumping into anyone we know?”“Sure,” I said, “where did you have in mind?”“We’re not going to a bar.” She sounded annoyed when she said this, which brought a grin to my face, remembering how pissed off she had seemed the night before when I’d ordered a drink in front of her. I stifled a laugh as I thought of the look on her face before she had left.”“Okay, fine.” I had just had enough to drink anyway, with Sybi